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Shuffling the papers on his desk, Greg sat down to another typical day at Cherry Oakes. Well... Typical being the questionable word.
Today was the first day back after the incident that had occurred. After the press got word it was important that the normality of the institution was upheld.
He began by taking out two case files from a large steel cabinet.
The first file he pulled was from a young male patient who suffered from depression. From what he gathered Ali, that was the patients name, was not fond of personal contact, though he was yet to have a one on one with that particular patient. Running this particular facility left Greg very little time to spend time with the patients, meaning he only had time for the extreme cases.
He placed the file neatly down on the table and jotted a few dates down for a potential therapy session.
The second file was a young girl with an eating disorder. Another patient he never got round to meeting personally.
He typed a number into the phone next to him.
' Can you get Samantha for me. I need her to arrange potential meeting times for some patients'
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She takes a right down a long hallway, reaching a door on the very end and left, that had "Dr. Gregory James Lipton" written in a deep shade of brown, on a glass that made everything in the room look fuzzy. Samantha grabbed the door knob, and twisted it ever so gently.
"Doctor, I am sorry I was late. I just arrived at the hospital."
She nervously came in shutting the door behind her and sitting in a leather bound chair in front of his desk. He had case files out, and Samantha knew that she was here to organize a schedule. She quickly grabbed out her pen a pad of notebook paper that had her name at the top in cursive on every page.
He watched as they looked through his art supplies, checking his paints and brushes as well as his drawing pencils, they took away his sharpener off course. They seemed confused when they pulled out a set of dumbells. " I'm afraid you can't keep these.." One of the staff members began. Ali stood up quickly striding over to the staff member " What did you say?" " I said I'm afraid you can't keep these in here, but you can use them when you can go outside. You will have to talk to Dr. Lipman, to see if you can have them some where else"
Ali couldn't help but chuckle to himself " you really think I'm going to ask a random person for my weights back when I have brought them from my own pocket. But hey I'll conform to your doctors rules for the short while I will be here" Ali pushed passed the nurse grabbing his sketch book and pencils as well as his iPod. Swearing in italian as he left.
He walked around the house for a while getting a feel for the place, finding a room with a window seat he sat down putting on his music he began to draw.
Roseabelle made her way slowly to the tall doors. It was hard for her to walk quickly because she was so weak. Her father had forced her to eat this morning. Rosea felt sick from eating earlier. She waited for someone to come to the door.
A couple of nurses greeted them and led them to her room. They brought out a wheelchair for her so she could rest. Her father spoke quietly to the nurses so Rosea couldn't hear. Soon they were in her room looking through her things. She sat in a soft low chair in the corner. Rosea didn't like the amount of people near her.
The nurses took away her phone and laptop. No outside communication was one of the stupid rules she had to follow. Once they were finished invading her privacy she waved goodbye to her father. The nurses left her to herself.
Rosea breathed slowly and made her way over to her bathroom. The tile was cold and the small room smelled of bleach. She kneeled in front of the toilet and gagged. Her breakfast went down the pipes and the pale girl stood at the sink. She splashed some water on her face and decided to wander around the halls.
She went barefoot down the wooden hall. Her hand trailed the pale walls. They were rough and cold. She used the wall to support herself as she walked weakly.
Samantha entered the office and Greg looked up and gave her half smile. She apologized for being late, which he waved off.
' No need to worry Samantha. I just need a few meeting arranged with new patients. I have a pretty hectic schedule with the press... I might need you to do the initial background reading on them... you know basic questions, getting to know them?'
He looked up to see her reaction. Though he didn't let it show, he trusted Samantha the most out of all the staff in Cherry Oakes. He often relied on her judgements on the patients before anyone else's.
' I trust that wont be a problem for you. Of course any problems just throw them my way'
Greg shuffled the papers once more and cleared his throat, he began to jot down a few more notes from the case files.
Samantha sighed a sigh of relief as he so casually waved off her first late in a while. She nodded, listening as the doctor spoke.
"So.. you want me to go and get to know an 'Ali DeGari' who is supposively suffering from depression, and a girl named 'Roseabelle Young' who has an eating disorder, doctor?"
Samantha scratched the back of her neck with her pencil, as she had scanned the folders and his notes. She knew Dr. Lipman favored her a little more than the other staff, as she was the one most constant in his office.
"No sir, it shouldn't be a problem." She muttered, standing up, and brushing her pants legs off, then heading to the door. "Be back soon." She sighed, and left, shutting the door quietly behind her. Samantha went straight to the front desk where she learned Mr. DeGari was in the process of being checked in, and they were just taking Ms. Young to her quarters. Then, she looked up, and saw a girl, sickly thin, trailing the walls, as she walked weakly. Samantha walked towards her, a warm smile on her face, as she held Roseabelle's case file.
"Hey, you're Roseabelle, right? I'm Samantha, and will be here to help you." She smiled, and stopped a foot away, in case the girl tried to retreat to her room.
"Hey, you're Roseabelle, right? I'm Samantha, and will be here to help you." The woman smiled as she spoke to her. Rosea looked at her for a few moments.
"Yes, my name is Roseabelle, nice to meet you Samantha." She wasn't sure whether or not to trust this new face Samantha. She seemed alright at least for now. Rosea decided to slowly take a few steps back.
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She watched Samantha show her am old photo of her. Rosea was about 11, her hair up for ballet practice. She remembered it was right before her teacher had told her those very words that made Rosea think. She heard Samantha call the girl in the picture pretty. This made Rosea tear up a little. She balled her fists and bit down on her cheek. She had hated looking at that picture.
Without showing emotion Rosea just stared at Samantha. Then she handed her the button. Rosea took it from her hand and held it loosely. She then started walking slowly backwards to her room. Without letting her eyes move from Samantha's she opened her door and stepped inside. Then broke her gaze and closed the door. As soon as she had shut her door from further connection with Samantha, she looked at the button. Samantha's words echoing in her head about getting her back. She shook her head angrily and threw the button on the chair in the corner. She looked at it glaring. There was no way she was going to be like that again.
Rosea started to practice her ballet in her room. Using the wall as a bar. The silence soothing to her and the words from Samantha fading. Rosea was back in peace.
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"Hmm.." She leafed through the folder in her hand, and looked at the picture. Reading about him, she could almost relate in a way, but shook it off, and walked down the hall.
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He stared out of the windows the music in his ears slowly fading, the sound of his own heartbeat was present above the rapid drum beat and screaming vocals. He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging it sharply a couple of tears cascaded down his cheeks. He furiously wiped his tears away with his sleeve. This happened sometimes, a feeling of desperation of exhaustion like everything was just to much. It really was, things just got to hard to even bother caring.
Knocking softly on the door, she squeaked it open. "Mr. DeGari?" Nope. She walked around, until she found what seemed to be an empty room. "Mr. DeGari? There you are." She smiled, and started to walk towards him, but flashed her head down, as if she didn't or hadn't noticed his tears. "Is it alright if I ask you a few questions regarding your stay here? Please?" Samantha looked up then, and had a happy smirk to her face, and tapped her fingers nervously on the files.
" Sure I'll answer your questions, Io non ci sto lungo comunque ( I'm not staying long anyway)" he replied looking over at her, she was about his age but she was much shorter than him. Although everyone was shorter than him, except for men they were evenly matched.
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" Is that really on there? Why do you need to know if I'm in a relationship or not? Worried that someone from the outside is going to send me stuff that I can kill myself with? Well you don't need to worry about that...I haven't been in a relationship for years. Next question" he said leaning against the window running a hand through his hair.
Shaking his head he replied " I've only just got here, I haven't even seen anyone else here except for staff. So how can I be concerned about people I haven't even met yet?" He swung his legs down on the floor holding up up his hand spreading his fingers out. " right let's get this over and done with." He pointed to his thumb " Number One I have no allergies or dislikes to food I just choose to eat healthy. Number Two I do want to die and I don't plan to be here that long. Number Three I exercise around two to three hours a day mainly depending on how I feel, so I would appreciate if you stayed out of my way. Number Four I don't like people getting into my business and I won't get into yours and Number Five don't try to get on my good side cause you be clutching at straws. Now if you'll excuse me" Ali stood up grabbing his music and his drawing pad he walked out of the room finding his own room shutting the door behind him. He lay on the bed his music in his ears as he finished his drawing.
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"Greg?" She asked after softly knocking on the wood door, and squeaking it slightly open.
A gentle tap roused Greg from his heavy pile of paperwork.
' Come in' He announced before standing up and walking over to the filing cabinet.
It was Samantha, back already from her rounds. She seemed somewhat dazed and confused and not at all her usual hard working self.
' Is everything okay? he asked.
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