Rose Tyler was pissed. She was waiting in the lobby of this fancy clinic waiting for her name to be called by the old receptionist. The room had beautiful abstract and landscape portraits on the walls and magazines artfully spread in front of vases of fake flowers on Cherry wood antique side tables bolted to the floor. Rose herself was fuming with her arms crossed tapping her foot impatiently on the carpeted floor and shifting silently on the plastic covered cushion of the chair. Everyone in a while the reception would start typing and pick up the phone to make an appointment for someone. The only noise to be heard besides the sporadic quiet chatting of the receptionist was the resonating ticking of the grandfather clock in the far corner nestled between two potted furns. About thirty minutes after Rose was dropped off by her mother, the door opened of the office down the hall and a girl left it, quietly shut the door and shuffled with her head down past Rose and down the hall back towards the dorms. The tapping of Roses foot was joined by her fingers as she knew it would be any moment now. So when the receptionist finally get a call on her intercom that requested the next patient Rose was up and marching towards the door before the receptionist even looked up to alert her. Finally, God that took fucking forever Rose thought bitterly. She was pissed, she usually was, but it was provoked exponentially by the fact that not only was she forced her, she was made to wait also. Rose just wanted to leave.
When she finally entered the office the first thing Rose did was observe and take note of everything in the office. It was tastefully decorated, matching furniture, paintings that accented the paint color and carpet. The bookshelves cover two of the walls were bursting with thick tomes about psychiatrist garble. The desk was crowed with random knick-knacks that seemed to be made by small children. Despite the crowding it was well organized and seemed functional. Finally Rose turned her gaze to the person sitting behind the desk on a long backed, black leather desk chair. The lady was clad in a dark blue pant suit and had her thick salt and pepper hair pulled back in a bun held in place by an ornate chopstick. She had minimal and natural makeup on and her mouth was curled in a gentle smile. Distrustfully Rose looked into the woman's eyes, surprised to see they were light and surrounded by wrinkles formed by years of smiles. Rose didn't think it was a real look, maybe she had years of practice faking smiles to earn trust so that's why it looks believable. The woman motioned for Rose to take one of the chairs in front of the desk and looked down to move some pages and write a few things down. Rose signed impatiently and the woman looked up at her immediately.
"Hello, you must be Rose, I am Dr. Elizabeth Bugged, the head psychologist and head of this institution. Right now I am going to give you a preliminary screening and after give you a tour of the campus and show you to your room. Sound good?" The woman looked at Rose kindly and waited for a reaction.
Rose stared at her for a momemt, her eyes communicating just how beligersnt she was feeling, before she gave a single curt nod. Dr. Nygard's smile broadened and she began to speak again.
"Wonderful! I see it says here from the application your parents filed that you have been mute since ten so I'll try to only ask yes or no questions. Would be willing to write if I need an explanation?" Rose gave a short shake of her head and her nostrils flared. "Okay, that's alright I'm sure we can work around it." Dr. Nygard gave another gentle smile and continued.
"So you were admitted here after being brought to the hospital for trying to overdose on sleeping medications. Would you like to talk about that now?" Another quick side-to-side shake. "Alright. At the hospital after being screened by a therapist and interviewing your parents and friends you were diagnosed with probable depression and bipolar disorder. Does that seem accurate to you?" Rose shrugged and the Doctor seemed to decide a new angle in the conversation. "Well I think I should inform you that your parents have enrolled you here with the urging of your Doctors for a twelve week stay that may be reinstated depending on your progress. You as of right now are a level red patient so you're staying in solitary dorms and have a strict scedual. There are privileges that you can earn as you progress. Eventually you'll be bumped to level yellow, then blue followed by green before we talk about you getting to leave. Sound okay?" It's not likening have choice but, sure whatever you say boss I don't give a fuck. Rose just nodded exasperatedly.
Doctor Nygard clapped her hands.
"Let's get this tour started then!"
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A/N: I'm taking a new approach to the story. It will still have the same plot but I have new inspiration now. I hope y'all still will read.