Jane walked into Ward one: Suicide and Drug Ward; picked up her chart and almost dropped it. The daughter of her father's friend was in room 5. She ran straight to the room, and the sight she saw was comforting, in a strange way. Belle was resting in the bed, and a man in an arm chair. She had heard a lot about the man; he has been in and out of the hospital's suicide and drug ward for three years. She never seen him until that moment, but he is the ward most talked about patient. He is the subject of a huge debate. Some say he is ruthless and cruel to everyone. Others say that, inside he has a good heart, even though no one, not even him, recognizes it. She believed the latter.
Her main job was to give the right prescriptions to the patients, and she tried to go slightly beyond that; she memorized which meds go to which patients. She was always very good at memorizing data. Her father shoved so much of it at her when she was younger that if she wasn't good at memorizing and understanding data she wouldn't have been any help to her father. She was still new to the hospital and, though everyone warned her, she tried to be there for each and every patient.
It was her second week, and she thought she had known her way around. She was obviously mistaken. She didn't even recognize the hall.
"Excuse me, are you lost?" She looked up. The man was great looking, teal eyes and dreadlocks.
"Hm? What? … yes, yes I'm lost." She giggled nervously, a very bad habit she had since she was a child.
"Where do you need to be?" She looked at her chart.
"Room 248"
"I'll take you." And before she could deny his help he took her by the hand and was leading her down the hall. He wound his way through the maze of a building like he had been here all is life.