-.-.-.-First, a message from Yami Horus-.-.-.-
Hi! Sorry I made you wait, ;P You know I write several episodes in advance and when I realize, I'm off schedule xP.
Also, sorry for the short chapters, sometimes I write the chapter first and then cut it and... well, this happens.
Please enjoy!
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BOOM!
"AH!" Jazz woke up. She was sitting in her desk in the psychiatric wing of the hospital. For what she saw in front of her, it seemed like she had been filling a report to Dr. Mel about her last patient with a suspect of undiagnosed ADHD before her unplanned nap. "What did just-?"
"A kid's been scaring people with exploding balloons" A lady in blue said beside her as she looked out of the window. "Nothing like good old-fashioned mischief". She chuckled and then glanced at the girl. Jazz sighed and tried to control her fast-beating heart while checking the clock. It had been three hours since lunchtime, her time to leave was still an hour and a half away...
"Go home" the old assistant practically ordered. "You need to get some sleep, missy"
"Huh…? No, it was just the music in the radio I..."
"Girly, I admire your type. Really, hard-working, cheery-and-mature, wise-beyond-their-age, you are a force of nature." The old woman pointed in a grandmotherly way. "I see you care so much for others and you're very empathetic. I'll say it like this: you've got a heart of gold in there." Jazz felt her cheeks go pink and a pinch of embarrassment. "But I wonder if you're caring enough for yourself" The elder pointed. "You might have some good concealer going on under your eyes, but I can say you still need sleep, leisure and a good meal; not the "A and C" diet you seem so used to"
"A and C…?"
"Anything and coffee" The other interrupted to clarify, and half scoldingly said: "You're not a robot, young lady. You're human"
"You're human" Resounded in Jazz head. Dream Danny had said the same. Eeyup, her brain had taken its time to turn on the red lights.
"… Ok, I think I'll just finish this report and…" Jazz heard a light cough and looked up to find the glare the woman was giving her "...I'll... finish it… later?" She said and the elder nodded, severity still in her features: "I'll just take the rest of the patients' files…" Another scary glare and a growl came her way. "...and I won't bring them home with me…" The lady nodded again, humming pleased. "I'll go home and right to bed" The other's glare disappeared and smiled pleased. "Can you tell…?"
"I'll handle my wife" The old assistant responded dismissively. "And I, in your place, would just stay my given shift hours, not extra. You're leaving Mel so little work left, she'll think she can be lazy".
"Thank you Misses A." The ginger girl took her purse and jacket, and noticed a single neat white feather by her feet. Was it a bird's? How had it come inside if the windows were closed? Whatever, that didn't matter. What mattered was that she had time to rest and, perhaps, even have dinner with her family.
"See? I told you she would do the right thing" A voice said, unheard by the the wo living females in the room. "The score is 5-1"
"Alluding her motherly instinct to help a stranger? That's cheating, my little angel!" Another answered.
"You're just a sore loser, Sulfus." The first one replied.
"And you even played with the radio? I'm starting to think I'm a bad influence."
"What? I needed some music. Race you home!"
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