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Chapter 1: And so it Begins

I could not believe this, the night before my first day at a new hospital and I could not fall asleep. It was all because of that stupid dream, I wake up screaming and then I am afraid to be in my room or in the dark for that matter. What was the matter with me, was I really so pathetic that I was scared of a giant eyeball? So here I was sitting in my living room with all my lights on and a cup of that disgusting herbal tea that my mother insisted would help me sleep, and as usual it is not helping in the least. Great, now I was going to go to my first day at work and fall asleep right in the middle of a surgery! Of course that would probably make a lot of people happy if the new girl from a big Toronto hospital messes up her first surgery at a small town Bracebridge hospital.

Have you ever noticed that whenever you don't want something to happen, it always happens? This is the only rational thought that passed my head since I arrived at the hospital at 5:00 a.m. this morning, of course I was wide awake while I was getting ready, and on the drive over, and as became acquainted with the nurses. The minute the resident assigned to welcome me opened her mouth, however, I was doomed. Mary Johnson, possibly the most boring human being on this planet, was in what looked to be her late 50's with greying hair pulled in a too tight bun, her white lab coat was decorate with buttons that read "best nurse" which I imagine she must have stolen. As Mary drowned on I allowed myself to examine the hospital, of course I had been here before, but it is different when you are working. The hospital was blinding white and smelled of sanitizer, exactly how I remember it from when I broke my arm in 6th grade. I grew up in this town and didn't leave until I went off to university and got an amazing job down in Toronto for a couple years. In the end, I had decided to come back to Bracebridge and try working at a smaller hospital, my mother insisted that it would give me a chance to perfect my bedside manner.

"And this, Ms. Galen, is our psychiatric war and your new station. The chief of staff seemed to be impressed with your work experience as a surgeon, but I think it would be better for everyone if you started in psyche, so you can learn some bed side manner." Mary's condescending tone was just about to sever my last nerve. I was a surgeon for god's sake, I was supposed to come here and save lives, not talk about feelings. Just as I was about to inform Mary about all the things that were wrong with her last sentence, a group of men crashed through the double doors.

A mob of police and doctors came storming through the hallway with a struggling, screaming man. The doctors were trying to calm him down and administer sedatives, while the six police officers tried to hold him still. Still he thrashed and called out in a strange, musical language I had never heard before.

"Aragorn, Gimli"

It was then that Mary finally seemed to take notice that they were trying to get this obviously distressed man into a room, and she quickly went to go open a door to a private room. It took all six officers and every doctor that was in hearing distance to drag him into the hospital room. I walked closer to the door and saw them wrestle him to the bed and attempt to get the restraints around his arms. Just as they got one around his right wrist, his left fist made contact with the side of one doctor's face, knocking him right off his feet. Eventually, though not without a very valiant fight on the patients behalf, the restraints were in place and a very large dose of sedative was administered. Throughout the battle interns, residences, and other patients had stared, mouths agape, until Mary called us back to order.

"Well" she addressed the shocked interns in her droning voice "now you know what goes on in an emergency situation, that patient is very dangerous but will be under a sedative most of the time so he will be watched over by one of you. We residencies don't have all the time in the world to babysit you know."

I snickered. I couldn't help it, and I mean really, she didn't have enough time to look after a patient but she had time to take me on a 4 hour tour of an elementary school sized hospital? Unfortunately, Mary did not see the humour in it.

"Oh, and what is so funny? You think this job is a joke, well then I guess we know who out new babysitter is. I hope you have fun dear, you start tomorrow. Be here at 6 o'clock in the morning; make sure you are not late."

As I was saying, you know how everything you don't want to happen just goes and happens anyway? Well in one day I went from being a promising surgeon at a new hospital, to being a full time babysitter of a comatose, foreign, violent, and probably mentally unstable man. Perfect.

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