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Instead he stares at four blue walls.
The walls used to be gray, he liked this color much better; he found it to be
soothing, in only a way a man like himself would. He hears all the latest
gossip among his care takers, their excitement, disdain, all their hopes and
dreams. His previous care taker, Monica, complained about him so much that she
was finally switched on her rotations. He apparently scared her. Her level of
discomfort grew over the months and she complained until her staffing manager had
had enough.
He has heard amongst the gossip that some new girl was
starting today. She’s apparently in way over her head and doesn’t know what she’s
in for. He cannot wait to meet this one. Usually, the new ones break after
eight months in a place this. Everything they have to see and endure isn’t
something they can be trained for. They have to gain experience and ride out
their rookie years like everyone else. Monica, she was veteran. This surprised
him; she of all people should’ve been able to handle this amount of a
“workload”. He thinks his stares and
restraints are what truly scared her. He has eyes that are screaming a million
words that will never be spoken; words that will never pass his lips.
He could hear outside his room; as the door is always open, a
chipper voice ringing loud through the air. “Which room is it?” her voice
almost sings.
“348.”
Another voice. Another woman. She sounds bored of her job; the way only a
veteran in this world would.
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