Of Doctors, Nurses, and Insanity.
She had only heard rumors of one of her brothers being completely mental, and had to check for herself. It wasn't that hard to get her name on the list as a nurse, nor to dress in the flower-patterned scrubs. She remembered from the past that he enjoyed flowers, so it was the least she could do. Sure, there was a sort of thrill to the lying, to the choice of whether to leave him there, or try and help even slightly with anything she could. She knew that he was mental, but had not once even thought of how that could've been, even as she was a fledgling, and the memories of those days.
Carrying the tray of food, she lightly rapped on the door, then turned the knob to enter the small room. She knew he wouldn't recognize her name, or her face, for he hasn't seen any of her vessels before, plus her new name... he shouldn't recognize that at least. She continued to step towards him, setting the tray down on the side table.
"Good to see you awake, Castiel." She smiled, standing next to the bed. "And how are you today?" She asked, her voice even through the entire facade she was playing. Sure, her wings were hidden well enough, but there was still the false truth to each of her mannerisms and to her smile as well.
