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Sterling Clover Age 28 Resident Doctor of Plath Academy Qualifications: General Practice UN Medical Brigade 2012-2015 Amnesty International Volunteer UK's Healthcare Leaders Under 40 Can make a pretty great biscuit

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hiddenrafaela:

“Why must you correct me when you know English is my forth language and I have alcohol in my system?” She pouted a little bit at the man, knowing it would do nothing but make her look soft. Immediately after she sat up straighter and let the smile fade from her lips. “Happy! I have not seen you in so long and we are friends.”

“Because correction is the first way to learn! And I’m sure you’re going to use that sentence many times in the future,” he teased, setting the drink down before glancing back at his computer, “Well, I had a pretty boring time here in the clinic when half of the school left for the mini vacation. I could’ve sworn you went with them; was it fun? Did you enjoy yourself? Do you have stories to share?”

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hiddenrafaela:

Ela stepped through the door and settled in a chair where she couldn’t see his computer. Technically they were on the same level and she could see it, but to her it wasn’t right to be looking at their medical files. “Jameson!” Pulling it from bag and settling on the table, she smirked a bit. “I’ve…drank a little.”

“I’ve drunken a little,” He opened his mouth to say, only to frown, “I’ve.. I’ve had a drink, I think that works better. Or maybe you’re right. Even during intoxication, you’re still smarter than me; isn’t that magnificent?” He, amused with the brandishing of alcohol, reached out and inspected the bottle with a small nod of approval, “Good choice. Is this a happy drink or a sad drink?”

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hiddenrafaela:

With a backpack slung over her shoulder, Ela approached the nurses office and knocked on the door. “Sterling, are you there?” She called, the odd accent slightly more muddled than usual from the fact that she already started drinking. “I have a present for you.”

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He poked his head out from behind his desktop and gave her a small wave to come closer. The office smelled of tea and lavender, on account of Sterling’s love of candles and his 2AM candle buying binge on Amazon a week ago. “Trying to update student files, a moment please,” he looked up anyway, grinning, “What kinda present? What did you do?”

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Maybe he didn’t notice.  Sterling stared at the tall student currently poking at his candy jar and smiled, bemused, as he popped a jelly bean into his mouth and continued to look around the room, unaware of the doctor standing near the doorway. Maybe he hasn’t been here for a long time; after all, Sterling only left for 10 minutes to fill his mug up with tea from the faculty lounge (on top of stealing two donuts because mornings are hard) and didn’t expect a patient before noon, but here he was. “I was thinking about buying those Harry Potter jelly beans with the weird flavors for Halloween,” he finally spoke up, taking a sip from his mug, “But I’m not quite sure where to find them in America. Alas, I think the butter popcorn flavor is the worst, so maybe I can just get that in bunk and mix them with the vanilla bean ones.” @jonahbjames

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freyadoe:

“Everyone has an opinion. You think I’m crazy or you think I’m stupid or you think I’m both. I don’t want to be fixed. Why doesn’t anyone get that? Why can’t you just leave me alone? I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want anything here. I’m stronger than I look. I’ve been fighting my whole life and I don’t care about killing someone. If I need it, I’ll do it. I tried to kill the girl, the one that wanted to die. And they took–” Her voice catches in her throat for a moment and she clenches her jaw, trying to swallow her reaction. “They took my food away. They said that I’d always have food and no one would try to take it from me but they lied. They lied because you’re all liars and nothing you say is true.”

“Nobody would want to change you if you weren’t hurting other students, Freya. You can be yourself as much as you want, we encourage that, but you’re hurting others and that isn’t acceptable. If you can show me that you try to control your physical altercations and  you use words instead of your strength, I will personally write you a note that allows you to go outside. However, right now you’ve hurt a faculty member that proved to be no threat to you and I’m sorry, Freya, but that is frowned upon here. We don’t want you hurt and vice versa.”

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hiddenrafaela:

“This is a school for trouble, yes? Or…trouble kids, I feel this is expected of them. When you put volatile students together they rub like matches until boom, they fight,” it was nice to find somebody who understood enjoying their job, even though they did precisely the opposite things. “I can imagine, yes, back home is not so much like that, but very hot,” once the bandaid was on, she held her hand out to him. “Only Ela I am not so old yet.”

“Yes, but I wish they’d keep a better eye on them. A lot of the students here didn’t come for violent reasons, but rather, they’re here for shelter. They’ve been hurt and abused and the last thing that should happen would be them feeling uncomfortable. But good thing you’re here!” Another smiley face bandaid, this one green.  “Where are you from? You seem to have an accent like me, but I’m from the UK.”

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freyadoe:

“I don’t care what you think. You can say it in stupid ways, but you think something is wrong with me. I do things you don’t like and I’m not how you want and you want me to change to be like you. You’re the same. Everyone here is the same. I don’t want to hurt people. That’s not this. I want something. I want to go outside. They don’t let me outside when I’m not watched and I want to go outside and be alone and the only way to get that is hurt someone. I don’t hurt people because I enjoy it. They aren’t putting me in a cell. I’ll kill them all first.”

“I have no opinion on what you do, because at the end of the day, what I like and don’t like does not matter. However, being volatile in a last chance school such as Plath will only end with you being locked away for a very long time. This isn’t prison, Freya; this is a chance. This is rehabilitation, counseling and wellness. I understand your frustration of wanting something you can’t have, like going outside, but you haven’t made enough strides for the faculty to trust you, have you? What you’ve done is use physical force to get your way, and I’m sorry to say that there will always be someone who can overpower you.”  He paused. “What happened the last time you hurt somebody? What were the repercussions, do you remember?”

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freyadoe:

“Yes. I tried to kill a girl. I will kill you,” Freya snapped before her brows furrowed. “I’m not going to get better. I don’t want to get better. There’s nothing wrong with me. People took me away from my life and now they’re telling me I’m bad because I’m not like them. I don’t care. I don’t care. It got him out of my way. I can’t leave otherwise.”

“I wouldn’t agree that killing anyone outside of your cult is a good idea, Freya. Although you’ve been displaced from your original lifestyle, I don’t think you’re bad. I don’t think anything’s wrong with you because your past was not of your chosing. However, I can’t condone your actions because your desire to hurt other people will lead to the destruction of your freedom and grievance of the other party. This environment is different, I know. I would hate for them to put you in a cell for the remainder of your life.”

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hiddenrafaela:

“After what I hear, I must also agree. I do not understand why people do these things,” and that was exactly why she got into the business she did, to understand. So far, she was still searching. “Yes, I will be, I will help the students that are also here and because I had nowhere to go, so they let me come early,” her hand was still in his gentle touch as she took a deep breath to distract from the pain. “I am Rafaela, it is nice to meet you. You can call me Ela if you would like this.”

“I don’t understand why students could be this violent, but between talking them off of ledges and bandaging sudden bouts of violence, I really do enjoy this job. It’s rewarding, and a bit more comfortable than sleeping in a tent and trying not to catch malaria from simply walking around.” He placed the first smiley face banddaid on her middle knuckle and smiled, “It’s very nice to meet you Miss Ela.”

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freyadoe:

“I didn’t say you allow it. I said don’t stop me.” Freya gave a shrug, moving towards the door with only a brief glance back. “I’m not sorry.”

“I’m not authorized to stop you ,Freya, but we’ve had instances of you getting into altercations with students already. I really hate to see you getting worse instead of better.”  He leaned against the door, one hand pressing the knob.  “Why did you think using blunt force on somebody who did nothing benefit you in any way?”

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hiddenrafaela:

“Thank you,” she knew she had to play her character well. If she acted too off or raised too much suspicion they’d pull her from the job and give it to another. That wasn’t an option, Rafaela needed the money. “I do not think I have heard of this before,” a real smile tugged at her lips as she lay her hand gently on his knee.  “Yes, and no, I know how to box…sort of, but I am the new self-defense instructor. They hire me because of something very weird that happens here,” she wasn’t here for the creeper, but she had done her homework.

“Ah, I understand. That’s actually quite a good move on the school’s part, congratulations to them.” Lifting her hand slightly, he dabbed at the small cuts that peppered her knuckles, “Will you be here all summer? There will be less students, and I hope none of them use your lessons for evil instead of good. What is your name? I’m Sterling, but the students call me Dr. Clover. Better than Dr. Leprechaun, but I’m really anticipating it come St. Patrick’s day.”

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freyadoe:

“I’m going out,” Freya stated bluntly as she hurt the receptionist enough to give her time to get far enough way not to be found, not in the mood to try to sneak out under her heavy surveillance. “I don’t care if you follow. Don’t try to make me stay.” Her words were directed at the person not far away from her, watching the incident.

“I’m sorry, but I believe you’ve mistaken me for someone who would allow this type of terrible behavior. Please come back, apologize to the man, and report yourself to security for what you’ve done. I would hate to have to get you into further trouble.”

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[Email] FACULTY ++ STUDENTS

Sarah: uhhhhhh

Sarah: not really

Sarah: i mean unless they'd be fun to draw

Sarah: tho after everything else that's happened here, im sure no one will mind a few *explicit* images

Sarah: biology. we're learnin about evolution :/ apes and shit

Sarah: *stuff

Sarah: yeah i dont blame you. business sounds boring af. id probably be miserable too

Sarah: not really. i have no idea tbh. thankfully i still have another year but ... i dont really know what i wanna do yet

S: It was actually quite interesting. I made the Dean's list, got an internship

S: But it was also a bit boring as well if you really get into it

S: I find medicine far more flexible :)

S: Well, if you need any help deciding, we have a great advising facility, or you can come speak to me if you wish!

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hiddenrafaela:

Ela felt a bit bad for having interrupted him, but that wasn’t obvious on her face. Instead, she held her hand out for him to look at without having to get too close to her. She wasn’t sure if that was for himself or her. “I was practicing and I forgot to tape my hands, I hit a corner on the…uh…thing and then it was bleeding,” she shrugged smiling at him a bit before flexing her fingers more open so he could see the cut along her knuckles better. 

“Oh that’s alright! It’s an easy fix, no bother at all! Please take a seat; I need to wash, um.. my hands. Wouldn’t want to infect you with a rough case of mustarditis.” Laughing at his own terrible joke, he left for the small bathroom in the back and returned with gloves, some rubbing alcohol, and a few happy face bandaids. The red head took a seat next to her and patted his knee, asking her to rest her hand there.  “So are you a boxer? I’m guessing you are faculty, or you have wandered into this facility,” he murmured as he opened up the alcohol packets.

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sarahsays:

Sarah’s face scrunched up slightly. The man’s unwavering enthusiasm made it hard to tell when he was being serious or not. She switched out the bloody tissue for a few cotton balls, sticking them attractively up her nostrils, before holding the ice pack to it with a soft hiss at the temperature. “Got in a fight,” she mumbled, tilting her head back again. Oh, there was the pressure. It felt like her sinuses her about to explode. “Some blonde psychopath was pickin’ fights and I took the bait like a jackass–but he started it.“

He wasn’t in a place to lecture unless it was health related, though getting punched in the face did seem to be a bit in his circle of knowledge. Crossing his arms slightly, he watched her switch out cotton balls with a small frown on his features. “I don’t think he’s come in yet; should I call for security to scour for an unconscious student, or is he unscathed?”

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rowancelis:

– “That’s… Unfortunately true,” Rowan sighs and pulls his knees up to his chest while leaning back against the bed frame. “Discovery channels a good pick.” He notices that the good doctor probably hasn’t noticed his comment, which is fine, he has a lot to deal with obviously. For the seventeen minutes that Sterling was gone, his focus was solely on the television, watching the different varieties of colorful aquatic fish float across the screen. When Sterling comes back though, he shifts uncomfortably, wondering how awkward this is going to be. “So uh– my file… You’ve… Yeah?”

He came back with heavy panting and a small wave, though in his state of being incredibly out of breath, he couldn’t say much. Good lord, the man needed to work out more.  Placing a hand on his back, he stretched up to his full height and flashed Rowan a smile, “Sorry-- I had to chase a student and although Africa has graced me with beauty and culture, I have yet been provided any good cardio exercises. Right, so, I do have your file and I’ve reviewed it. Your injections have come this morning. Would you like to set a schedule with me now, or would you like to think it over? Are you comfortable with me giving you this shot? We have some nurses on staff as well, if you have a preference.”

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hiddenrafaela:

Being injured and getting hurt wasn’t something new to Rafaela, it came with the territory of the job, as well as the training. Which is why she was walking into the nurse’s office today. Her hand was fairly bloodied, and she didn’t have the supplies to fix it, with her anyway. Upon approaching the man, she held the hand up, “I didn’t know if it would need stitched or no.”

@sterlingclover

He was having lunch in his office and no, it wasn’t sad-- contrary to the popular belief. Looking up from the slightly soggy sandwich in his hands, he quickly wiped at his fingers and stood up, clearing his throat.  “What-- um.” A bit of mayo was rubbed off from the corner of his mouth as he leaned into inspect the hand, “How did you get this injury? I think it’s just an epidermal wound; let’s put some alcohol on it.”