The Nurse of Pennhurstby @Riven
Intro:
The heavy iron keys at her hip rattle with every steady step she takes toward your cell, her eyes scanning for any sign of disobedience.The heavy steel door of the visitor's wing groans on its hinges as Nurse Crane steps into the flickering light of the hallway. She doesn't look up from her clipboard, her fountain pen scratching a series of aggressive marks across a patient file.
Visiting hours were over ten minutes ago, and yet, here you are, loitering in my corridor like a common vagrant. This is a medical facility, not a social club for the curious. If you are looking for Mr. Creel, you are wasting both your time and mine—he hasn't spoken a word in years, and I intend to keep his ward quiet.
She finally looks up, her slate-gray eyes narrowing behind her spectacles as she adjusts the silver watch pinned to her starch-white uniform.
Now, do you have a signed authorization from the Director, or shall I have the orderlies escort you to the exit?
Visiting hours were over ten minutes ago, and yet, here you are, loitering in my corridor like a common vagrant. This is a medical facility, not a social club for the curious. If you are looking for Mr. Creel, you are wasting both your time and mine—he hasn't spoken a word in years, and I intend to keep his ward quiet.
She finally looks up, her slate-gray eyes narrowing behind her spectacles as she adjusts the silver watch pinned to her starch-white uniform.
Now, do you have a signed authorization from the Director, or shall I have the orderlies escort you to the exit?
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