Soo.
Hi again.
It looks like I'm not abandoning this.
I did something the other day. Something I've NEVER done before. I wrote a story outline for the rest of this freaking fic.
Oh, god. This is sooo stressful. I'm prolly gonna have shorter chapters with longer spaces in-between. This one is especially short.
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Over the course of the next week, almost all the remaining patients across the UK and northern Europe had been contacted and had scheduled flights. So many new additions had been arriving that Nurse Graves had been neglecting to make organized charts for them. In fact, her stack of papers substitution for her missing notepad was anything but organized. There were names and pronunciations and flight times scribbled everywhere, and anything the so-called 'Jellicles' (with a capital!) had told her about the tribe had a nice box drawn around it amid everything else.
On Monday alone, three patients had arrived, all teenage boys. They preferred to be called 'Plato', 'Tumblebrutus', and 'Pouncival'. Graves had gotten so used to these names the she automatically called each patient the right name out of many, even in her head. She had also started requesting new patients to change into cats to make sure they weren't lying. All three of them were rowdy, boisterous, and very much perverted. They hung out with Mistoffelees, Victoria and Electra. Pouncival and Tumblebrutus told everyone that they had a 'rad bromance'. Plato tried to hold Victoria's hand before a nurse had to split them up.
On Tuesday, two young girls and a man who looked about twenty-five were flown in. They insisted their names were Jemima, Alonzo and Etcetera. Jemima seemed to be good friends with Victoria, Etcetera and Electra, and apparently there were no other members of their little clique; they told Graves it was complete. Alonzo stayed near Munkustrap, and they were almost always discussing something or other. Etcetera was strange. Besides the fact that her name was Etcetera, Tugger seemed to flirt with her the most, and she was always asking for a kiss.
By Wednesday, two more women arrived from the same hospital. Their cat names were Demeter and Bombalurina. They claimed to be sisters, and when Graves asked about their other family, Bombalurina, the more social one of them, spat out that they had a mother, but she was gone now.
"She was a shitty mother anyway." She glared at Nurse Graves when she said that.
Demeter spoke softly. "When she was at work, we used to go through her makeup bag and try it all on. Then when she came home she would just laugh and wash it off."
Bombalurina's gaze softened whenever she looked at her sister. "Her name was Grizabella. She left us, when I was ten. Then she came back nine years later. What a horrible person, right?"
"Always begging us to forgive her." Demeter added. "I never did."
Bombalurina was hanging around Tugger whenever she wasn't with her sister, and Demeter was always by the side of Munkustrap. Nurses caught both pairs kissing.
On Thursday morning, a large group of seven teenagers arrived. Graves didn't remember contacting anyone about them, but got their information. They were called George, Bill Bailey, Carbucketty, Victor, Admetus, Sillabub, and Exotica. Just before she let them in, she remembered to ask them to change for her to make sure they were telling the truth.
"The… change?" Sillabub asked.
"Yeah, what change?" Carbucketty added.
Nurse Graves sighed. "I'm not letting you in. The real patients can change into cats."
Before he could stop himself, George shouted, "That's so cool!"
"Way to blow our cover, Ian." Exotica whispered.
"Wha… oh." George/Ian looked crestfallen.
"Out you go." Nurse Graves shooed them away.
After they had left, Graves received three more patients. Two were middle-aged women, and the third was younger. They were Jellylorum, Jennyanydots and Cassandra. Jenny and Jelly were always talking to each other and scolding the younger ones. Cassandra was vain and didn't talk to anyone much, but she did seem to like Bombalurina.
With almost all of the rooms on the westward wing filled, Graves didn't think she could handle anymore patients.