#d: 20.10.78

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20 October 1978 St. Mungo’s @aureus-meles

Mary’s eyes were wet as she left Jon’s room.  That fact that she should be getting back to work is forefront in her mind but the thought is impossible to entertain.  She could barely think, let alone work.  The first few steps out of his room were almost hazy and she knew that she could not work anymore that night.  She didn’t make it far down the hall before she knows she needs to stop.  To collect.  To compose.  

She slipped into an empty room, recognizing it from the lack of patient name on the door and as soon as the door closed behind her, she leaned against it hard.  Let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.  The sound of another breath in the room took a moment to catch her attention and her own breath came sharply with the surprise.  “Sorry.  I didn’t know anyone was in here.  I can go.”

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20 October 1978 St. Mungos @jonathanmbones

She’d spent a lovely day with Molly and the boys, visiting and enjoying the wonder that was the day off.  Or rather, the shift change.  Mary rarely had true days off.  What she had were days when she switched from day shift to night, giving her an extra day of relaxation before she became nocturnal for a week or two.  She often came to work those first nights smiling and tonight was no different.  It wasn’t until she was half way through her rounds and a name appeared on her list she was not prepared to see. 

Jonathan Bones.

Whatever patients she had before she was meant to see him were forgotten as her steps quickened.  It as only as she approached his room that she remembered the late hour.  Thought he might be asleep.  Hesitated.  In the end she decided to go in anyway, though she slipped in instead of barging, hoping not to wake him if he had found some peace in sleep.