Hey-o it's me again with another update! I'm so bored right now and my stomach hurts really badly so I thought it was the perfect time to write again! So this chapter involves Trina and Sinjin and… no comment. Writer's block strikes again XP. Maybe watching Tori Goes Platinum tonight will give me some ideas…

Sorry guys, my mind is so fuzzy right now that I don't necessarily know what to say right now, so I will just let the story do the talking.

Trinjin- Scrubs, insanity... and a robbery?

"But I don't want to work in the mental ward!" Trina whined as she followed her new boss down the hallway. She didn't like the feel of this place already. The hospital scrubs so didn't show off her figure! Plus they weren't even white! They were an ugly periwinkle color. It reminded her of her grandmother's lacy doilies. She always hated them because they smelled like mothballs.

The tall lady with her long, chestnut-colored hair styled in a French twist sighed in frustration. She must've been in her mid-30's or so. "You didn't specify which section you wanted to work in on your job application, so we assigned you a place to work. Besides, by the way you looked when you first came…" She took an once-over of Trina's current outfit, "you look like you're perfect for the job."

Trina gasped. How could this lady say she was crazy? Sure, she had showed up to her first day on the job in a slimming purple dress and 8-inch high heels (she had to downgrade from 10 inches because she had so much trouble walking in them) and with her face coated with enormous amounts of makeup; but who doesn't want to make a good first impression? Apparently, Trina doesn't know much about working at a hospital yet.

"This way, please," the lady said, clearly annoyed, and they continued to walk down the never-ending hallway.

"But…"

"Do you want to get fired on your first day?" the lady snarled. Trina shook her head slowly, frightened by Doctor Greyson's snappy attitude. "I didn't think so!"

Trina shut her mouth and stayed silent the rest of the walk. The lady finally turned left and opened a door that led into Room 2170. There were about four to five gurneys sectioned off by curtains the same color as Trina's scrubs. Computer monitors beeped erratically everywhere, and she watched with anxiety as a crazy man carrying a dead fish tried to slap a doctor in the face. Another girl in the corner was biting her nails- her toenails, that is- while spinning around in a chair with wheels.

Before Trina could ask about the sorts of patients in this room, the lady walked over to one section in the middle and stopped in front of the curtains. "This is the patient you'll be taking care of for the moment. He needs to take his medications once every two hours and watch him carefully. He seems to have an abnormal obsession with chewing food and spitting it out again."

Where have I heard that before? Trina thought, but shook it off. She wanted to yell at the lady so badly- to tell her how she never wanted to work here, how she just wanted to work to make her parents proud of her for once. But the lady had scared her so bad that all she could mumble was a quick "Okay," and nod her head in affirmation.

"I'll send someone to help you shortly. The doctor you'll be assisting is running a little late today. Don't screw this up." Before Trina could ask any more questions, she shoved a clipboard into her hands and walked briskly out of the room.

She sighed in frustration and looked down at the clipboard. Sinjin Van Cleef: 18 year-old male, Caucasian, Hollywood Arts High School, diagnosed with Schizophrenia.

Sinjin? She couldn't believe her eyes. Sure, he may be a little odd… okay, definitely more than a little odd… but she never thought he was mentally insane.

"Trina?" Sinjin asked in surprise as she hesitantly opened the curtains. He was laying in the bed with his glasses slightly askew.

"Sinjin? Why are you in the mental ward?" Trina asked.

"Well, I got a new set of foster parents this weekend and they thought I was mentally ill, so they sent me here and they diagnosed me with Schizophrenia," Sinjin said like it was no big deal.

Sinjin is adopted? Immediately Trina felt pity for him. No wonder he was so weird! She knew that her parents annoyed the heck out of her sometimes, but she still didn't know what she would do without them.

"Now it's my turn to ask- why are you here? Surely not to see me, of course."

"No, I'm working… I'm taking care of you for the next couple of hours."

Sinjin stared at her with his mouth wide open, and then burst out laughing. "You… got a JOB?" Sinjin gasped, echoing Tori. "Never thought THAT would happen! I guess I owe Burf $10 now!"

Trina was offended. "Shut up! I know where you live!" she threatened.

"I'm sure you do," he chuckled.

"Ugh, you're out of control!" Trina shouted, starting to get really angry. Were the meds affecting him or something? He was being a lot meaner than usual. Or was he… flirting with her? She couldn't tell. But if he was… Ew! She didn't even want to think about that possibility. "I'm getting Dr. Greyson."

"Don't hurry!" Sinjin called.

"Sure as hell I won't!" she yelled back. She found Dr. Greyson at her desk talking into the office phone.

"Wait, why isn't his plane at the landing, Stanley?" The doctor paused and listened. "It… it crashed into a MOUNTAIN?" She shook her head in disbelief. "Call me back with any updates. Okay, bye."

She hung up the phone and turned to Trina. "What?" she demanded, furrowing her eyebrows until they almost touched each other.

"Um… could you tell me when the doctor is getting here?" Trina stuttered. "The patient is being… unruly."

"No can do, Mrs. Vega," she said, sitting down and pulling up something on her computer. "According to Stanley, the guy who was supposed to pick Doctor Huey up, his plane crashed somewhere in Washington. You may have to work overtime."

Trina had had enough. "You can't do this to me! It's my first day and all I want to do is go home and stick my face in a bowl of ranch dressing!"

Dr. Greyson looked at her quizzically. "It's a face treatment," Trina clarified.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but there's nothing I can do about it." She reverted her eyes back to the computer screen.

Trina couldn't believe her bad luck. How come Cat didn't accept this job? It was hers in the first place! Except Cat had told her that she quit because of "the mean, scary lady in black heels and a wart on her chin." Now she could see why Cat had quit after only one day of working there. (Note: This was before Cat got fired from Bed, Bath, and Yonder.)

But she needed this job. She needed to prove to her parents that she was responsible enough so she would get un-grounded. She "accidentally" used up all her minutes on her PearPhone and her parents wouldn't give it back to her unless she paid off every extra cent.

She waited a couple of seconds before speaking again. "So… do you know what Schizophrenia is?"

"It's a psychiatric disorder with symptoms of emotional instability, detachment from reality, and withdrawal into the self," Dr. Greyson said, not taking her eyes off the screen the entire time.

"And is his medicine helping? Because he seems perfectly fine to me," Trina commented. "A little rude…and mean…and demented… but for the most part he seems fine."

"Statistics show that the medicine kicks in very quickly but can disappear very fast if the patient misses his dosing time, so make sure he takes his meds at the right time."

The phone rang again. "I have to get that. Run along now." And with that she went to get the phone.

Trina shrugged her shoulders in confusion and went back to the room. "Hey Sinjin," she said, walking through the door and looking down at the clipboard as she entered. "The doctor said that you need to take your medication soon and-"She stopped as she realized that no one was in the room.

"Sinjin?" she called. "You here?"

"Yeah, I need a little help!" a voice answered. Trina hurried to Sinjin's section and saw him sitting against the side of the bed tugging at a string that tied his wrist to the side."

"What happened?" Trina asked him as she bent down to help free him.

"I heard a loud beeping noise and a nurse shouted that the hospital had been robbed. Then, they asked everyone to evacuate the building, but I had to do it by myself since I didn't have a doctor taking care of me. I managed to untie myself from the ropes holding me to the bed, but I got stuck on this one."

Trina gasped. This night just kept getting worse and worse. "I guess it's a good thing that I came back, then," she said, smirking at him. "You owe me big time."

"Can I kiss you?"

"No, gross!" she exclaimed.

"I know," he sighed and leaned his head against the bed.

Suddenly, they heard the door slam shut and the clicking of a lock being fastened. "What's that?" Trina said, fear slowly seeping into her mind.

"…I think they're having a lock down," Sinjin said, his voice shaking. "And we didn't get out in time."

He looked at her and gave her a creepy smile. "I guess we're stuck here for a while."

Then, the lights went out. And that's when Trina screamed.

I'm sorry; this was kind of a boring chapter! . I don't know anything that goes on in a hospital, and it was hard to write for both Trina and Sinjin because they are both very unpredictable characters. But at least you have something to look forward to- now that the characters' background stories have been told, the plot thicken… and we'll finally see what this whole thing is about.

Even though this chapter is a little strange, please review! If not… then I'll send crazy Sinjin after you, and you wouldn't want that, would you? *smiles evily.* I thought so.

Oh, and before I forget, here are the words I used!

Schizophrenia: psychiatric disorder with symptoms of withdrawal into self: a severe psychiatric disorder with symptoms of emotional instability, detachment from reality, and withdrawal into the self

Hers: something belonging to her: indicates that something belongs or relates to a woman, girl, or female animal who has been previously mentioned or whose identity is known

Statistics: the mathematics of the collection, organization, and interpretation of numerical data

Landing (noun): place for loading or unloading: a place for loading or unloading passengers or goods

Pity: feeling of sympathy: a feeling of sadness because of another person's trouble or suffering, or the capacity to feel this

French twist: a woman's hairstyle in which the hair is coiled at the rear and secured in place

Now that the vocab lesson is over and that I've made sure you will all pass your vocabulary tests now lol, let the story begin! :D