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[doctor-darcey-blog]

Darcey let out a shaky breath as he dropped down in to his chair, having to lean against the desk to hold up his weight. The past week had been stressful-- he’d needed to deal with more paperwork, insufferable orderlies and the consequences from harming a patient. 

Carefully gripping his coffee mug with bruised hands, he drank slowly, closing his eyes momentarily as he waited for his next appointment. 

[elijahbhatt-blog]

Elijah found himself leaning against the wall with the phone in his hand and pressed against his ear. He heard the ringing and with each ring, he rubbed his thumb nail against the skin of his pointer finger. When he heard the click of the voicemail, he let out a shaky, nervous laughter before he left his message, “Hey, baby, it’s Elijah. This is the…twentieth time I’ve called since I went…you know…” He would have given the remaining years of his life to hear his girlfriend’s voice.

“I can only be on the phone certain hours and I know you work but…can you please pick up the phone? I need to talk to you. I haven’t heard from you since the hospital. That’s…I’ve been in here a long time. This…this isn’t fair…” He exhaled as he moved around so now he was pressing his head against the wall. “I love you…” And with that, he went to hang the phone up on the receiver.

His internal dialogue was making him sick. ‘You screwed up, buddy. Love of your life is gone forever.’

But he did not have time to wallow in his feelings. He heard the footsteps of someone approaching and he turned around to place a big smile on his face. “Hey! Here for the phone? Just got off.”

[doctor-darcey-blog]

Darcey let out a shaky breath as he stumbled in to his office after being escorted there by two orderlies that could have been double his size, despite his protests. Without a word to the two men, he pushed his door closed and wandered over to his desk, having to place his hands on the cold surface to brace himself. 

It had been a normal day (as normal as a psychiatric hospital got). The doctor had met with patients, before ending his day with a particularly temperamental red band who had a nasty case of IED. When the young man had his predicted outburst, Darcey didn’t know he’d have his own. Unable to control his pent up anger and stress, the doctor lashed out, using whatever force he had to pin the patient to the ground and throw several punches of his own. 

Darcey swallowed thickly as he lent against the desk, his gaze focusing on his bloody and bruised knuckles as he braced the wooden surface. He couldn’t process what had just happened-- did he really have to be dragged off a patient by not only one, but two orderlies? fuck. He needed a holiday. 

[nursemaya-blog]

“I just thought it might cheer everyone up a bit, but they now think I’m unprofessional....anyway, did you need something?”

[ofjackism-blog]

  JACK ALREADY HATED the idea of a Psychiatric ward even before it was suggested for its own good. Sure, the facility was there to help them. But is there truly even help needing? For Jack, they’re only going to make things worse. 

  “I’M NOT CRAZY.” Although, that’s what everybody says.

[lovebloodypink-blog]

Sasha got her phone privileges back after finally apologizing to the orderly that she called “an ugly, bald dyke”. She scrambled to get her hands on the phone and she dialed her parents’ home phone number. A quick look around the hallway indicated that she was alone. There was a sigh of relief, she could talk. She leaned against the wall and waited for an answer.

“Ma? Ma, it’s me, Sasha.” Gone was her preppy accent, gone was the smoothness of her voice. Instead, her natural Brooklyn accent showed loud and clear. “Ma...Ma, turn down your TV. I can’t hear you. Christ sake, you and your stories...Ma, I can’t stand it here. You need to tell Roger to get me out of this hellhole...The hell? Ma, are you drunk? It’s 11 in the morning!”

When she turned around in exasperation, she realized that someone had been listening to her. She stared down them, narrowing her eyes. They knew. No need to hide this. “Hold on a second...” She placed the phone down by her leg. “You don’t say shit to anyone, you understand me?”

[thomas-fisher-blog]

The orderly sighed as he walked briskly down the hall, dodging patients and staff members with ease. He had been called over his radio to a situation in one of the female patients rooms-- apparently someone was in a fit of anger? he couldn’t tell much over the patchy radio signal. 

“What’s the problem?” he sighed as he entered, unsure what kind of sight he’d be greeted with.

[gregcrisms]

“I just watched a patient attempt to shove an entire cookie in his mouth...”