Quietness || howihavefallen || closed rp
Ziva was woken, like she was every day, by the nurse at her door. She got up, corrected the nurse when she (once again) called her by the wrong name, took her pills, and got dressed. The thing about being in a mental hospital was that the routine was good for most patients. Ziva, it drove her up the wall. She hated routine.
She walked into the common room, where all the patients quietly played around with a few bored games or chatted quietly. It felt like a funeral and, in a way, it was one. For sanity, at least. Ziva was sitting on a table by herself, as she always did, when the door opened. She looked up and spotted someone new. The nurses on either side of the raven-haired man made the hair on Ziva’s neck stand on end. They left eventually, leaving the man by himself. Olivia stood fluidly, a few of the other patients glancing at her nervously. She walked over to the new man and guided him to the edge of the room, careful not to touch him.
Olivia looked at him, tilting her head a bit. “Hello. What’s your name?” she asked, almost whispering.
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