“Well, it isn’t very funny. Make sure she gets something to drink and don’t dare people ever again! You can scare the other guards or even patients.” The guard said handing her an orange juice. “Now don’t tell the guards about this, alright? This will just be our little secret, that I gave you orange juice. We aren’t aloud to respect our patients, because that’s what the other guards do.”
Rosemary nodded as the guards left. Assholes
Crystal raised he head from the table. She grabbed the milk she had, and chugged it.
Rosemary raised her eyebrows. Not dead, huh?
Crystal took a sigh of relief.
Rosemary looked in the direction of the guards, checking for activity, then stood up and left
Ale came back into the scene, not wanting to alarm anyone. His panick attack had left him.
"Hi."
Rosemary looked up and waved
Ale waved back, smiling, and looked at the group.
Rosemary shook her head and poked around, looking for a stairwell
Crystal worriedly looked over in Ale’s direction. She then got up and went to her cell room when she quickly finished her food.
The guards called out.
"Showers!"
ale almost had a panick attack before realizing that he'd finally be able to get clean. He smiled.
Crystal sighed. God… I hate the showers here… at least the water is warm… She took of her sweater and lab coat and placed them in her room. She began to walk over to the shower room.
(I’m soooooo tired. I’m going to sleep, sorry!)
Rosemary sighed and looked for the rooms they call bathroom. A glorified a hole in the ground is a better term
Ale flocked over to an area with two separate rooms.
"Males in the right, females in the left!" One guard instructed for newbies like Ale.
Rosemary glared at the guard briefly before heading into the female "room". Asshole.
Hayden went into the male 'bathroom' he was glad he could stand long enough for a shower since there were no handicap showers.
Rosemary contemplated putting some vulgar drawings on the wall with blood then decided not to bother
Cressida went to the room on the left, glancing around at the others as she went.
Ale walked in, getting undressed.
This practice wasn't normal for asylums.
It was like something that they did in.prisons.
The guard stood vigil in the corner, as Ale waited for the water.
It was frigid. He gasped for breath.
Couldn't this place at least have warm water.
The shower was over shortly after.
Rosemary, used to the freezing water, still almost screamed "Death by hypothermia" as she went in
Cressida was about to get undressed but noticed the guard in the corner. She stopped and glanced around, feeling uncomfortable.
Rosemary smiles mirthlessly at her
Ale dinishes his shower, drying off.
This place was despicable. He scoffed, a rare expression on his well-structured face.
He put his uniform, a grey jumpsuit, with a black button up coat, black slip on shoes, and a white undershirt and socks. He searched inside tge sleeve of his coat, which was made of a bolstered handle from a spork, and a bit of glass from a broken cafeteria plate, tied on with a few fibers from his jumpsuit.
He was surprised nobody found it yet.