A/N: Hey guys. Back with something new. It's starting to get really difficult for me to try and think of something completely original and different, so that's where I need your help. I have a few basic ideas for this but I'd love for you guys to help me out and let me know what you want to happen. I'll try and cooperate your ideas in along with mine and hopefully we get a cool story out of it. Enjoy and REVIEW!

New Batch

"Hold still." A young girl whispered in a soft tone, holding an anti-bacterial wipe to a grazed eyebrow, dabbing it gently with great care. Her tanned skin and long, chocolate coloured hair was no advantage to her job, in fact, it made things one thousand times worse. Males thinking they had an open invitation to grope her, or come on to her, as if she would really look twice at anyone in this God forsaken building.

"That stings." The man croaked.

"Well good, that means it's working." The girl replied simply, throwing the wipe in the trash and getting out what she needed to stitch the man up. He was older. A regular.

"I don't need stitches." The man huffed.

"You do." She said. She was very simplistic. Straight to the point. Gracious in her actions. It was probably why she got this job in the first place, and along with her med degrees, but what use were they?

"I don't. I'm fine. Just a scratch." The man protested.

"It'll be over quickly. I promise." The girl said, "Unless you're in a hurry to get back to your cell?" She questioned at the man just grunted and let her stitch him up.

Once she finished doing her job, the man was escorted out of the small medic room and back down the hall, letting the young girl clean up, thankful that she could now leave and go home where she felt her most comfortable at.

"April, are you working tomorrow?" Asked a middle-aged woman at reception as April walked on by, attempting to get out and get home as quickly as she could.

"Yeah. I'm starting early. Remember I put in to start early and finish earlier? It's my dad's birthday." She said as the receptionist just nodded.

"Oh, yeah. Now I remember." She smiled, "Well I'll see you bright and early tomorrow then." She said as the young girl nodded, turning on her heel and leaving out the front door to find her parked car.

April Jeanette Mendez, or AJ to those who knew her closely, was a nurse in a prison. Not most people's go to job, it wasn't hers either in all honesty. She followed in her father's footsteps regarding med school. Her father was a little pushy when it came to her career. He always made sure she was studying, studying and studying some more. She was an only child, so she understood why all his focus was on her the entire time. She wasn't spoilt in any way if that's what most people thought. In fact, she was the opposite of spoiled. Her father raised her the tough way. Always taught her to work her way to the top. Her mother died when she was just a little girl and her father forbid her to talk of her, at least in his presence anyway. She had a good relationship with her father, as much as he sounded like a pushy, strict, secluded guy. She really did get on with him.

"Why do I always do this." AJ shook her head as she stood, not remembering where she parked this morning, taking her car keys out and clicking them around in hopes to hear her car bleep. As she wad doing so, her attention dropped over to the van that had just pulled up at the side of the prison, a dozen or so new inmates pulled out and leaded into the prison.

Great, she thought. A new batch of assholes.

She did love her job, at first anyway. It was good pay and the people she worked with weren't ALL bad. Most were. But not all of them. Sometimes it got rather stressful. Sometimes men would think it would be ok to grope her, or say crude things to her, but at this point she was used to it. She learned to humour them back and silence them and she felt like that was one of the best things she'd learned from this job in all honesty. There was some sort of power she gained from the job too. A power of knowing she could go home to her soft bed tonight, take a nice warm shower, free to do what she wanted, whilst these good for nothings that felt it was ok to touch her ass had to go back and sleep on a bed made out of brick.

She eventually found her car and got into it in a tired heap, starting the engine and driving off to go home to her studio apartment in town.

"I've had such a tiring day." AJ sighed to herself as she lay collapsed on the sofa.

"From doing what?" A voice echoed coming into the living room as AJ looked up at her boyfriend, who she lived with and had done for the past year.

"What do you mean?" AJ said, "You wouldn't last ten minutes doing what I do, Chad." She rolled her eyes.

"Are you patronising me?" Her boyfriend, Chad asked, looking down at her as her smile faded when she realised he was being serious, "I'm the one slaving at the proper job. I had two surgeries today. Two. And when I come home you aren't even here with dinner made?" He raised his eyebrows as AJ sat up.

"I told you last night that I was working late tonight, so I could leave early tomorrow to go see my dad." She said.

"I don't remember you saying that." Chad grunted.

"Well I did. It was before we fell asleep."

"Well in future don't tell me things when I'm half falling asleep, April." Chad spat, "I assume I have to come see your dad with you?" He asked, sitting down on the couch and reaching for the remote with the TV.

"You love my dad." AJ shook her head, "You two get on really well." She said.

"Well I've had a long week." Chad bit back.

"Then don't come." AJ spat, standing up as he grabbed her by the arm, causing her to turn around.

"What did we talk about?" He said as AJ wriggled out of his grip.

"I'm going for a shower." AJ folded her arms, walking away down the hall and into their bedroom to get ready for her shower.

Chad was a surgeon who she'd met on a placement a few years ago. Things were pretty great with them two, and of course her dad approved of him, a lot. But once he got comfortable around her it was like they lost that spark and she'd just became someone who made his dinner and cleaned up after him.

She didn't feel abused in such a way, because he still treated her with love and care… sometimes. But more so now than ever, he'd been getting a little too hands on with her and she wasn't fond of it. Yet she felt like she couldn't argue back. She loved him, didn't she?

"April, I need you to inspect the new batch of guys we just got in. Make sure they've not smuggled anything in with them. You know, the routine check up for new guys." A prison warden stuck his head into the med room as AJ just nodded.

"Sure." AJ smiled, heading over to the sink and washing her hands.

Sometimes her job got extremely busy, other times she'd find herself with nothing to d but tidy the medical room up. It all depended on what was going down in the cells and outside in the grounds.

She was normally just used to inspecting new guys. Making sure they weren't smuggling anything in with them. Giving them a medical examination. But she also stitched or fixed them up if there was an outbreak of fights in the yard or in the cells. It was pretty tense stuff. She felt like Chad didn't give her the credit she deserved. Just because she wasn't working in a hospital like he was, didn't mean she didn't have to use all the skills she knew, as well as having to be mentally challenged also.

"First one in." The prison officer said, opening the door and escorting the first guy into the room, "No funny business." He warned the man as AJ watched closely.

"You not gonna take these off me?" The man croaked whilst looking down at his handcuffs.

"You mad? Pretty girl like that in the room." The officer nodded over to AJ, "Absolutely not." He shook his head, "I'm just outside the door, April." The officer said as AJ just smiled. All the staff in the prison, whether it be from the receptionists to the cooks to the officers themselves, all were very sweet, but also very tough, which they were paid to be.

"Alright." AJ said, sit up on the bed for me." She said as she watched the man sit up on the bed, hands cuffed and resting on his lap, looking down in silence as she collected everything she needed.

"How long is this gonna take?" He asked.

"Not long." AJ promised, walking over to him, for the first time taking a look at him. He was rough around the edges for sure. His jump suit wasn't fully buttoned to which she could see some colourful tattoos on his chest as well as on his hands, one behind his ear too. His hair was untidily slicked back and he looked a little pale, but other than that he was a pretty sharp looking guy, "What's your name?" AJ asked him, listening to his heart, "Deep breath in." She instructed, "And out." She said, listening to his strangely steady, slow heart beat.

"Phil." The man said on his breath out, "Why do you wanna know?" He asked looking up at her.

"I just don't want there to be an awkward silence." AJ explained, "Open your mouth." She instructed as he opened his mouth, feeling her press a tongue depresser on his tongue whilst she looked inside his mouth.

"What is it you're expecting to find in my mouth?" He asked after she was finished looking.

"You'd be surprised what I find in some guys mouths." She told him, "You seem pretty healthy according to your files." She observed the clip board over by the counter.

"You wanna know what I heard? For every year spent behind bars, my life expectancy is gonna decrease by two years." He said as AJ raised her eyebrows.

"Well… that's why I'm here. You'll never be left in your own pile of blood here. Not for too long anyway." She smirked a little.

"It's alright." He shrugged as she came over to take some blood from him, "I'm in here for life anyway. Might as well just leave me in a pile of blood." He shrugged.

It always chilled AJ when she heard of a new inmate being imprisoned for life or a large summit of years. It meant that the reason behind him being here was viscous and inhumanely.

"It's not my place to talk about what you done." AJ made herself clear.

"You wouldn't wanna know anyway." He nodded to her, "Having trouble finding a vein?" He asked her.

"You have so many tattoos." She observed, finding it hard to find a vein to take some blood.

"You don't say." He said smugly as she eventually found a vein and took some blood to run some tests as normal procedure.

"Do you think you'll have trouble sleeping?" She asked whilst trashing the needle and cleaning up.

"I have trouble sleeping no matter where I am." He said, "I'll be alright." He winked to her as she just turned away in discuss.

"Ok. Well that's you." She said, "Hopefully I don't see you back in here with bruised lips and black eyes, Phil." She said, walking over to the door.

"I can't promise anything." He said, "And it's Punk."

"What?" AJ turned around with her hand on the door handle.

"Just call me Punk." He told her as she nodded.

"Ok." She said, opening up the door, "That's him." She told the officer who took him by the shoulder and began walking him down the corridor whilst another officer led another inmate into the room where she began to repeat the same drill.

A/N: Thoughts?