"Mrs...Dineen, I presume?" A hard faced, short woman called from the doorway.

Paige Dineen looked up, "Yes!" She said quickly, picking up her bag and hurriedly walking to the metal door that had been opened, "Come on Ralph." She said softly, holding her son close to her side, his backpack bumping against her waist.

The woman sighed, "This was please, the woman's locker is this way." She pointed gruffly.

With a quick nod, she stopped outside the door, "Ralph, stand right here and do not move a muscle, am I clear?" She asked quietly.

No answer, but she walked into the locker room anyways. In a few moments, she came out in the usual scrubs and gloves all the other orderlies wore, and the other worker- Angeline was her nametag –pointed at a hallway, "Three doors down on the left, Mr. Curtis will see you now."

Paige rapped on the door three times in quick succession.

"Come in!"

The door squeaked open, and Paige escorted her son inside the brown and red room, lined with bookcases. It was a heavy contrast to the blue and bleach white walls and flooring out in the hallway, but it felt almost picturesque.

In a large chair, a man in a black hat and cocky smile turned to greet her, "Paige Dineen! What a beautiful day to meet you on, and this must be Ralph."

"Doctor Curtis." Paige gave a relaxed smile, "I will admit, it is very fast paced here."

Toby laughed, "They just want to get formalities over with, as do I. Your application came just in the nick of time, our old orderly Maxine left on such short notice."

"I will admit, Doctor Curtis-"

"Please," He interrupted, "Call me Toby, then I won't have to call you Mrs. Dineen and we can all save ourselves a mouthful."

Paige nodded, "Ok then, Toby, I will admit, I was surprised when you offered my son the accommodations I asked for."

Toby's smile was steady as always, "We're excited to have him. Allow me to introduce you to your patients, and then we can get Ralphy-boy here set up, sound good?" Without waited for an answer, Doctor Curtis stood up and walked out the door. Paige had to walk quickly to match his long strides.

A few hallways later, he stopped outside of the doorway with the name 'O'Brian' overtop of it. It was a dark hallway, a bit foreboding, but Toby seemed to brighten anything he was around. He turned to her, "This is basically your hallway. Every orderly is given a maximum of 5 patients, but we have...I will be honest, 3 of our toughest patients here."

Paige looked down the hallway, "Where will Ralph be positioned?"

"Right here." He pointed to a small area inside the doorway, with a desk, chair, and lamp. A plug was positioned underneath it, but it was blocked off by covers that had been screwed into the socket. Ralph tugged at Paige's sleeve, tapping his backpack anxiously.

"I thought-"

Toby cut in, "Any electrical uses are commonly blocked off...but I can have Mr. Gallow, fix something up for you tomorrow."

Before Ralph could protest, an angry scream made both Dineens jump. Toby's eyes widened, "Ralph, why don't you sit down, I'll have an orderly give you the Wifi password, Paige come with me."

The urgency in his voice made Paige rush, but by the time they got near the first door, orderlies were flooding the room.

"Get the hell off me!" A woman's voice screamed, "Get off!"

Toby barged right into the fray, "Happy!" He yelled over the commotion, "Step back, step away." He warned the men trying to hold her down. Annoyed, the three men walked back against the wall, waiting for one wrong move.

Paige stayed in the doorway, as Toby kneeled down near the huddling woman in the corner, "Happy, what-"

"Get away!" The black-haired woman screamed, kicking out at the doctor, who ducked just in time. Just as the men made a move, Toby held out his hand, "No, not yet."

He tried again, "Happy, tell me what happened."

"They tried to stab me!" she yelled.

The man standing farthest from the door gave an ugly laugh, "Doc, come on-"

Toby stood up and faced the man at least two times bigger, "I asked for her to tell me what happened. If you can't let the woman tell her story, then maybe you should tale the rest of the day off."

Angrily, the man shoved past Paige and stomped down the hallway. Paige watched him go, making sure her son was not in any danger.

"Now then," Toby kneeled back down, "Happy, tell me exactly what happened."

Happy growled, "I was working on my cars, when that son of a bitch-" She pointed to the door "-came up behind me and tried to stab me."

Toby nodded slightly, "So, he scared you. Let me ask one more question, is that ok? Did he try to hurt you with this." He opened his hand, and in it was a small crushed syringe, liquid dribbling down his fingers.

"Yeah..." Happy blinked, "Hey wait...that looks like my-"

"Your medicine, your daily dose to be exact." Toby consoled. "I'll talk to him about surprising you next time, but for now, someone else will be administrating your medication."

Happy looked scared for a moment, "Max?"

"Max is never, ever coming back here. We have a new orderly, her name is Paige." He motioned for Paige to come in.

Slowly, Paige approached, "Hey there Happy, it's nice to meet you." She looked down at something she had just bumped against. A hand sized, blue car with no doors was next to her foot, she picked it up, "Is this yours?"

Happy suddenly looked like a little girl, "Can I...may I...have it back?" She asked softly.

Paige smiled, "Of course." She said, kneeling down to the girls level and holding it out in her open palm.

Happy leaned forward, then hesitated, her eyes narrowed, "You're not gonna...snatch it back, right? I can just...have it?"

Toby looked sad, but Paige gently set it on the floor, just a hands length away from Happy, and stepped back. "I would never do that." She assured quietly.

As soon as Happy had the small car in her hand, she scowled at Paige, holding it close to her chest, and pulling a small screwdriver out of her pocket. She hunched over, and resumed taking off the thumbnail sized doors. Toby patted her shoulder, before standing up and walking with Paige out the door.

"Happy Quinn, 28 years old, arrived about 9 years ago with severe Anger Management, and memory issues. Some days she can remember everything clear as a bell, other days she doesn't even know where she is. It's like Alzheimer's, only its different. We honestly are not sure why it's happening, but we're working on a cure for her as we speak. Its...not going well."

Paige nodded, "Any tips?"

"Knock before entering, make sure she is actually making eye contact. Sometimes she's so into her cars, she doesn't register anything else. If all else fails, tap on the floor a bit, she'll feel the vibrations. Also, never outright call her wrong, she hates that. If she gets angry, leave and get me immediately, it happens all the time and she trusts me."

Paige looked back at the doorway, "Who is Max?"

Toby's face hardened, "Nobody anyone needs to worry about anymore."

With that, Toby knocked on the next door. Paige listened, "Is that...crying?"

"Shit." The doctor muttered, before opening the door, "Sylvester...buddy are you ok?"

Sitting upright on the bed, a large man sat, hands stretched out in front of him, shaking with sobs. His hands were shaking the hardest, his eyes fixed on them.

Toby rushed over to the bedside table, and opened the drawer, pulling out some gloves and putting them on, "Hold on there buddy...what did you do, huh?" He murmured kindly, picking up the hand-sanitizer. "Make a bowl, remember?" Toby asked, waiting for the large man to cup his shaking hands in front of him. A long stream of the cleaning liquid flooded his hands, and tears of fear turned to tears of relief.

Slowly, Toby stepped back, smiling. Paige looked at where the sanitizer bottle had used to be, and noticed tape, outlining the bottle. Toby walked back over, and was very careful to put the bottle back exactly where the tape was.

Taking off the gloves, Toby began talking, "Sly, this is Paige Dineen, she's going to be your new orderly...can you say hi?"

Without looking up from his rubbing, Sylvester seemed to be talking to himself, looking intently at his hands with a peaceful smile.

Toby sighed, "I'll get you gloves tomorrow big guy. See you in a few hours."

As he shut the door, Toby rubbed a hand over his face, dropping the gloves into the garbage. Paige looked at him, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah...it's just sad to see him like that." He rubbed the back of his neck, "Sylvester Dodd, severe Germaphobe, severe OCD, and basically has the mind of a five year old. Came in about 6 years ago, just got worse from there."

Paige sighed, "That's sad. Anything I should know?"

Toby laughed, "I could write a rule book. Usually he's fine, but we ran out of gloves for him to wear today. I have to go buy more, he wears a special size, and since he's the only one that needs them, sometimes we run out. Anyways, there's three major things. One, everything is outlined in the room for a reason, if it's even a millimeter out of place, he will see it, and he will panic. Two, he has to have his gloves on every morning, as soon as he wakes up, otherwise he can't do anything. Always wash down whatever he says or points to. Third thing, never ever touch him without gloves on."

Taking a deep breath, Paige looked at the last door with apprehension, "Ok, one more...I can do this."

"This one is...different-" Toby started, but a thud from inside and a very long string of curse words interrupted him, "Man, this day just keeps getting better."

He pushed the door open quickly, "Walter?"

"I'm fine."

Paige walked quickly in, to observe a mess of dark curly hair, and frustrated brown eyes.