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O-okay... Uh...
Well, that was one way to get someone away from an uncomfortable hug. Maybe not the most effective way, though. “Sorin…” Was this person part of the staff or were they another patient? More importantly, where was she gonna ask to be taken to?
"Sorin." Jennifer repeated with a small nod, still visibly bothered by the hug. "Where would you like me to take you? You can either go to my office, your room, the cafeteria or the library now." The blonde informed her.
"Nothing-" Annalise said with a crisp undertone, the baby blue eyes finally locking on Angelia. "I’m t-to small," she said lowering her voice quickly again, her hands grasping onto the therapists for support, "too little…" she went on. A small sniffle came out again.
She noticed how she was holding onto her and gently squeezed her hands to show support. Looking into her eyes, Angelia nodded lightly and sat down on the couch by her side. "And why do you think that? Why do you think you are too small? Also, why should being small stop you from doing something?"
You may do whatever you please.
[Angelia nodded and slid down the wall, placing herself right next to Jane] How are you feeling, Jane?
Its theraputic. ||Hayden and Angelia||
With a tensed body Hayden allowed Angelia to begin to lead her somewhere. “I don’t need to be a bother…I know that skipping a meal when Im not feeling well is whats best…” She whispered not making eye contact with the woman walking beside her. After the next words came out of the therapists mouth the small blonde noticeably became stiff. Her feet moved in small shuffled instead of the normal pace. “It’ll make me feel worse..medicines are just silly. Its nothing more than a little stomach bug. ” She said her voice a little more frantic.
Looking around the hallways, Hayden tried to figure out where they were heading too. It was the opposite direction of the cafeteria. However, her internal inquiry was answered quickly by the older blonde. “No.” Though, it was clear that she wasn’t saying she didn’t know what an IV feeding was but that she wouldn’t go to it. Her feet stopped walking and she turned out of the therapists grasp. ”I don’t need that.”
The blonde therapist remained silent as she led the way, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips at the girl's attempts to calm her. "A stomach bug must be treated. We should not let that bother you. You must eat so your treatment works." Angelia said, quickly glancing at the other. Her eyes went a little wide at the girl's response when she mentioned IV feeding, and Angelia raised a brow, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "If you are not going to eat, and since you are not technically sick, this is your only option. You must be fed. I can't allow you to just walk away and skip a meal. Come on, now. It won't take too long."Â
O-okay... Uh...
Was it Sorin’s place to go help her? Hesitating, the girl ran over and lightly tugged on the hem of her shirt. “Can you… Ah… Um… Help? I need… Um… I’m, how to say it… I’m lost?”
Angelia blinked at the girl and raised a brow, shivering lightly because of the hug. She sighed softly to clear her head and focused on the other. "Lost. Alright. I can help you. What's your name?"
Are you deaf? Or just really slow?
I'm starting to wonder the same thing about you. [She muttered under her breath] Come on. It's lunch time.
Wow, how obvious I must be.
[Raising a brow, she stood in front of her] Can I sit down?
Once again, the girl sniffled, keeping her eyes low she then swallowed nervously. “People….” she sniffled again, “Nathan g-got his hea- got his head hit by a gua-guard…” she shook the words out to start her list. “Damian…he… Zack hit his head on the door… a-a lot… Layla pa-passed out… lot-lots of peo-people pu-threw up…” she balled herself up in the chair and dug her nails into her calves like she did for those many dark days.Â
Angelia paid attention to every word that came out of the girl's mouth. Despite getting a cut on her cheek and being surrounded by many patients she wasn't particularly close to, what happened in the therapy room seemed to have taken more violent paths. She shook her head a little and got up, gently trying to keep the girl's hands from hurting herself. "And what did you do while all that happened, Annalise?" The blonde asked quietly.
Its theraputic. ||Hayden and Angelia||
Ive never seen you around this wing before during meals. She thought to herself freezing as she listened to the words. The small blonde looked away her smile falling as she realized who the woman was. It was the therapist whom she had been speaking with during the blackout. Hayden had been so hopeful that the woman would be avoidable because she said she wanted to continue their talk after the blackout had ended.  ”Oh wow right…my stomach isn’t feeling well right now so I don’t think eating would be a good idea. Walking around seemed like a better plan.” She said her voice now soft, laced with defensiveness. In truth she had been skipping as many meals as she could since arriving at the hospital.Â
Angelia narrowed her eyes a little, studying her and noticing how her smile faded once she looked away. Raising a brow at he girl's words, she shook her head a little, a plan in her mind. She was pretty sure the girl was lying. The way she reacted towards her presence there, the way she tried to play the perfect patient role... Smiling and playing the same game, the blonde rested a hand behind Hayden's back, leading her the opposite way of the cafeteria. "Well, if you are not feeling right and decided to skip this meal, you should have told one of the doctors or nurses around here. We can't just let you starve yourself. We have medicines and we also have an alternative to when a patient doesn't really feel like eating." She said, leading the girl to the infirmary. "Have you ever heard of IV feeding?"
O-okay... Uh...
[Jane sat quietly, nursing a small cup of coffee]
[Angelia spotted the girl and carefully approached her] Something bothering you, Jane?
Hunter, being excessively independent, wouldn’t have talked to Angelia about his problems even if he had known her for several years. It was just something he did not do. He thought it was charming, though, the need to help others with inner turmoil. But Hunter was sure that there were patients who needed that help; not him. He shook his head to respond to her question once it was asked. “No, I haven’t met her. I’ve talked to her over the phone. But she seems like a capable woman.”
Watching him, Angelia nodded lightly. "Hm... Well, she is capable, I suppose. Capable of doing many things. She creeps me out, to be honest..." The blonde admitted, smiling a little and shrugging quickly. "But she is the boss. I have to follow her rules and her orders even if I don't like them. But... I don't know, sometimes I have the feeling like most members of the staff, particularly the head doctors, are not interested in the patients at all. At least not to help them and take care of them. I mean, they are here for a reason, and we expect that they are going to be able to leave eventually. But some doctors just... Don't really care." She said, narrowing her eyes a little as she spoke, and once she was done, she gulped quietly, looking up at him. "Please... Pretend you didn't hear that. I really don't wanna lose my job."
Its theraputic. ||Hayden and Angelia||
It had been a while since the small blonde had even thought about leaving her room. Slowly the girl began to prepare to leave her room in which she had found safety and comfort after the blackout. She hadn’t been one of the ones who had to be sent to the infirmary but she had gotten sick because of such cold conditions and she decided to stay in her room until she felt better. Slipping a sweatshirt on Hayden walked through the halls her eyes wondering about focusing on the little details. How many lights were shining, who was out with her and the atmosphere. For once, it was…calm in the asylum. Turning a corner the girl bumped into a familiar face. With a sigh she looked away before forcing a fake smile.Â
"Im sorry…I didn’t realize someone else was in the hall.."
It was lunch time for the patients, and Angelia was in charge of checking the hallways and bedrooms, along with a few nurses. They split up to cover more ground, and the blonde found herself wandering around the A Wing for a change. Usually she would go to the C Wing, specially because that represented a challenge. But not today. To be honest, she was kind of tired, and having to deal with the more hostile patients would be nerve wrecking. She glanced down at her watch before looking around at the empty rooms when someone bumped into her. Blinking a few times as she steadied herself, the blonde focused on the girl standing in front of her and raised a brow, not returning her smile. "I do believe only the staff is allowed in the hall right now. Aren't you supposed to be in the cafeteria eating your lunch?" She asked.
Annalise did nothing but bite her lower lip for a moment and quickly give her head a small shake. “N-not me…" she whispered… it wasn’t her it was the blood, the words, the fights that took place that haunted the little girl’s mind.
 She watched her closely, her face twisting in worry. "What happened? What made you scared? You can tell me, Annalise." Angelia said softly, leaning slightly forward on her seat.
Ben looked down at his hands and twisted his fingers. He had disappointed her by not speaking. Perhaps he should try, but no, he couldn’t find it in him to say anything. He would just say something stupid anyway. Instead, he shrugged and shook his head at the same time, waiting for the next question.
Watching him, Angelia raised a brow at the reaction she got with her words. "Is everything alright? Do you not want me here? I... I really don't want to leave, but if you want me to, and give me a reason, I will find somewhere else to stay." She said.
Okay...
Lucas sighed and began flipping through the files. “I..therapy is a nasty word. Provokes bad stereotypes, fear and frustration in almost anyone that hears it. Especially patients. If you don’t call yourself a therapist or call the sessions therapy I’ve found it helps the patient be calmer…more open to speaking about their issues. The won’t open up for a bit but thats okay yeah? They all have plenty of time here.” He said smiling . “So yes, while I am considering that profession I do not call it therapy or therapist. I would call myself a counselor or a friend. Its how I was taught,”Â
She frowned lightly at his words, stopping everything she was doing to face him. Angelia crossed her arms in front of her chest and raised a brow, wondering how he could call himself a friend when he was actually a doctor. "You know, the doctor and patient relationship should not blend with a friendship. Whilst you can be their friend, although I find that slightly odd given the fact you don't actually know them and they are here for a reason, you are also their doctor and should act as such, offering them support and comfort in a safe environment to discuss whatever they feel like. But I suppose we just have different opinions." The blonde said, shrugging lightly and returning her attention to the files after taking a sip from her drink.
Did you just…did you just suggest talking while I eat? Food is very important to me, and I do not like distractions, unless it’s hot guys. I always have time for hot guys. And food. Hot guys and food are all I need. Anyway, no. I don’t want to talk to you.
Fair enough. I'll have lunch with you and then we can go into my office and talk.
