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A tired-eyed young woman walked slowly down the dimly lit hallway, lined with metal doors and bars. Her white sneakers hitting the marble floor was the only sound, apart from the distant hum of the washing machines doing their nightly duty.

The young woman wore a name tag, and on that name tag, in graceful handwriting, was her name; Minka Krevitz. Underneath that, written in a hand more authoritative, was 'temp'. Yes, thanks to her cousin, who was a veteran employee of Smith's Grove, young Minka was hired as a temporary nurse the week before. Quite a feat for someone who was barely eighteen years old, she had been told many times by other staff.

Minka pursed her rosy lips and sighed. Yes, quite a feat for someone with a relative in the business to help her along.

With or without help however, she was glad to be where she was, helping people, even if it was only for a short and undetermined amount of time. Smith's Grove was a nationally recognized hospital, and it was going to look wonderful on her résumé.

` It was a surprise to young Minka's parents that she had chosen a career so dependent on human interaction. Quiet and shy, she had never been one to seek company from others, finding solace in books and art. The day she graduated from her small-town high school and announced to them her plans of nursing school, shock and a sense of pride had washed over her parents. Their frail daughter was going to lead a life filled with goodness and compassion. It was wonderful, being trained in an actual hospital setting.

Minka now knew that very few nurses at Smith's Grove were there to fulfill a need to care for people. It was a convenient job, required minimal training and included benefits. She had watched as they regarded the patients with indifference, never engaging in conversation and doing the most minimal amount of work. They gossiped, listened to the radio, read the paper, complained. Minka, shoving her timid nature under the rug for once in her life, had asked her supervisor is there were any positions available for third shift.

'I-I just think I could work more efficiently at night. Not so many…distractions.'

He had listened to her plea, and she had seen what he did as a kindness. She had not recognized the adoration and hunger is his eyes as he raked his vision over her.

A few days later, she received her revised schedule and room assignment. As happy as she was, Minka didn't quite understand why she was assigned to a single room during a seven hour shift.

Confused, she had implored the other nurses. Truthfully, she had expected their exasperated attitudes and rolling eyes.

'You really don't know whose room that is huh?'

'Jesus, just tell her…'

'Michael Myers, you dope. Y'know? 'Bout fifteen years ago, he killed his sister, her boyfriend and his stepfather. Only a kid, too. He's been here ever since, drugged up and strapped to his cot by that Dr. Loomis character. He thinks he's the devil or somethin'.'

'Mute, too!'

'Wait 'til you see those eyes, Krevits. They give us all the chills!'

Minka had looked at them with the expression of a frightened child. She had heard whisperings of Michael Myers, of how he wasn't even human. Now, she was to sit in a room with him all night.

She took her time walking down the hallway, her hands clutching the sides of her white nurse's dress. The instructions she had been given were very clear and simple. Give him his dose of Thorazine at the beginning of her shift, check his vitals and…watch. Watch for what, she didn't know. She had already been told repeatedly that Michael Myers didn't speak, didn't really move, and never acknowledged any of the staff who tended to him. It should have made her feel a little less terrified, but it didn't.

She also had to endure a lecture from Dr. Sam Loomis himself, who insisted that Michael was indeed, not human. He warned her that the man was capable of anything, and to be completely alert during her shift.

Now that she was reaching the infamous room, Minka was trembling. Making a good impression on her supervisor and those above him was crucial. She didn't want to seem like a timid little girl.

Although at that moment, that's exactly what she was.

Tucking away stray curls of strawberry blonde hair that had escaped her neat bun, Minka nodded confidently at the armed guard who stood next to the windowless door. Giving her a suspicious smile, he clasped the door handle with his beefy hand, twisted the key with the other and opened it.

Minka felt faint. Slowly, she walked into the room. She heard the guard chuckle behind her before slamming the door, making her flinch.

It took a few seconds for her wide brown eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. The room was bigger than the average patient dorm. Due to the machines and IV, she figured.

A small wooden chair was placed near the right side of the room, across from the very large bed near the left.

Minka swallowed hard, her mouth getting more and more dry. Pushing past her apprehension, she stepped forward and looked at the man strapped to the bed.