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Post by Rose Dixon on Jul 16, 2015 8:08:27 GMT
Rose had finally done it, she'd left her ex boyfriend who was terribly abusive and her family that she was never good enough for. She's taken various jobs to save until she could afford her own little apartment, it wasn't much but she'd make it home. After searching through the papers she'd finally found something she could make a career. Nursing.
After a few months she was certified and offered a job at the hospital. Unfortunately it was in the mental ward, but she'd work her way up.
Her first day finally arrived, and started fairly early. Her eyes fluttered open as she heard the ringing of her alarm clock, she was excited to start her life. After a shower she pulled her long brown hair up into nice and neat pony tail. Her white shirt tucked neatly into her black skinny jeans. After slipping on her white tennis shoes she grabbed her purse and headed towards the hospital.
The streets were fairly empty for this time of the morning, her pace was quick as she made her way to the hospital. She wanted to get there a little early to meet some of the other nurses and talk to a few doctors.
Once she reached the big brick building she pushed the solid oak doors out of the way and headed towards the reception desk. "I'm looking for the west wing." Rose says to the older woman sitting behind the desk who wordlessly towards a set of double doors. Well the first encounter of the day wasn't a pleasant one but that wouldn't kill her smile.
A group of doctors stood behind the door, greeting her as she walked in. Letting her know she'd be checking in on three patients today, then she'd have to check in with her supervisor. Taking the paper she scans the names: Alice Betz, Charles Delfine, and Sarah Harvey. She knew none of them but assumed she'd get to know then very quick.
Alice was her first stop, a kind older woman. She'd seen and been through too many wars to count. Her family slaughtered right in front of her, so she had sever depression and mild anxiety. Rose gave the woman her morning pills then read to her until Alice was whisked away for her meeting with her counselor.
Charles was a young boy, his family disappeared one day when he left for school. They assumed he'd killed them and he was bipolar, and had multiple personality disorder. Though Rose found him to be quite shy, and help him build a killer town out of the foam blocks they allowed him. "I'll catch you next week." She promises him before heading to her last patient.
Sarah was by far her worst encounter for the day. She had been a sever drunk for years, her family admitted her when she woke covered in someone else's blood. She hated everyone and blamed everyone for her being there. Her tone was hostile and she kept her distance from Rose.
Finally her day was over and it was time to meet with her supervisor. Quickly she gathered her belongings from her little locker and headed towards the office. Her small fist timidly knocked on the door and awaited permission to enter.
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Post by Alfred Cohen on Jul 19, 2015 9:52:02 GMT
A doctor. How in the whole of Panem did an odd ball like Alfred 'call me Alfie' Cohen end up as a doctor- in a mental hospital none the less? He should've been the patient, maybe he had been at one point- none of that mattered now, though. He was so different from the boy he once was. Cozy on the other side of the desk, now. Seated in the plush chair as crazy after crazy rested their jittery, fidgety bodies in the cold plastic ones across from him.
How though? How had he come to this position?
He'd been nothing. Came from nothing. Believed in nothing. A thread from breaking, but someone was always behind the curtain sewing him back together. Teetering on the edge, but there was always a weight on the other side keeping him from tumbling. A breath from drowning, but there was always a hand latching onto his wrist, pulling him up at the last second.
A brother, a sister, a mother- but not a father. He'd assumed the position, but never earned the title. A brother who was a year younger, appearance eerily similar to that of his own, fragile as the day was long, and ever skittish. A sister who was two years younger, leaning more towards their mother's beauty, outspoken in the worst of ways, and lacking charm. A mother, who'd aged far before her time, delicate as a flower's golden petals, and overtly defenseless. A father who wasn't such a thing, brutal to those who cower under his fist, and permanently intoxicated.
And a boy, who was by now a man, stubborn in the face of danger, and forcefully stoic.
He spent sixteen long years with a mother too afraid for her own well being to stand up to the abusive father figure in their home. He spent sixteen long years enduring beatings, rants, and exiles alike because his mother was weak and his father resented the life he'd been dealt. Sixteen long years only to move from his home District to endure Two more. The violence dialed up, retaliation became ;irrevocable, and the last shred of family they'd had was hashed with words and fists alike.
He'd had enough. He was done with playing protector to those who easily threw him under the bus- without a bat of an eye. They chose to cower, chose to depend on a kid himself to keep them strong. No mother to coddle him, no brother to look up at him, no sister to clutch on to- he had no one but shadows desperate for his light, and he couldn't be the sun anymore. Not when all there was were clouds cluttering his sky.
Once his clock struck eighteen, he'd evaporated from the household. Took his meager belongings, battled his sickness, and made something for himself.
It was a role he'd fallen into, so it only made sense to stick to those roots. Alfie helped the fragile, protected them in a hospital setting now rather than in the dim shadows of a glass spattered kitchen. He couldn't leave the life completely, it'd been all he'd known- and still was, years later.
Five, to be exact.
Twenty-three years young, and he was already the head doctor at a local mental hospital in the Capitol, at the heart of the city and just far enough from his family's home that they never interact. A blessing all around.
Today was like any other, with just a tilt at the end- a new recruit to their nursing staff. The day went as planned. Patient in the chair, an hour of speech, a ten minute break to comb through his wild mane of raven hair and smooth down his tanned trench coat- repeat. It was ritual, it was habitual. In and out they went, breathe in, out, and relax.
It was easy. It was simple. And now it was time.
A knock at his door drew his attention from the file gripped lazily in his palm, and he did nothing more than glance at it and call out a gravelly, "Come in."
Eyes back on the paper, fingers tapping against the wood- it was time to bring in the rookie.
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Post by Rose Dixon on Jul 19, 2015 18:11:21 GMT
Rose took one more deep breath, smoothing her ponytail down before she pushed the small wooden door out of her way. A smile painted on her lips, it slowly faded to confusion when she saw the man sitting in the chair. "Alfie?" She questioned, not knowing if this were some weird dream.
The last time she'd seen the man he wasn't a man, he was a teen boy. She'd run away about a dozen times in her teen years, always heading to the same place, his house. She'd met him one day when she was curled up on a bench, her music playing softly in her ear. He'd offered her a warm meal, and a nice shower. After that she'd always gone to him. When his father wasn't home his mother was always welcoming and let her stay as long as she needed. Her and Alfie had grown close in doing so, until one day the running away, the meeting to hang out just stopped. She figured he just got busy, people get busy, but he'd made something great of himself.
She quickly moved to the uncomfortable plastic chair, plopping down in front of him. A smile reappearing on her face, it felt good to see him again. "You're the head doctor here? How does that happen?" She asks softly, her fingers combing through her long ponytail.
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Post by Alfred Cohen on Aug 30, 2015 5:03:46 GMT
A chill ran down his spine, body going stiff as a voice rang out through the room. Logistically, he knew who it was and he knew it was coming- god, he told them to open the door. He knew that someone was entering the room, but he was still frozen in place. It wasn't the voice per say, but it did have a familiar feel. Maybe if he raised it's pitch, muted the past few years and let his memories roll in he'd be able to place it- but like he said (or rather, thought) it wasn't what carried the word, but the word itself. Alfie. No one had called him that in years, and even then it had only been a select few to mutter the nickname.
It stunned him, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth as he swallowed down any and all emotions. He was a blank canvas. He was a new man. He was Doctor Cohen.
He wasn't Alfie. He wasn't going to fall of the pedestal he had worked so hard to climb atop all because a ghost from the past decided to slip under his guidance.
It wasn't anything against the girl, she had been his best friend at one point or another, but it was the weight she carried. The thoughts she stirred in the back of his mind, the part he'd shut off long ago.
Bitter he may be, but rude was something he hadn't dabbled in for ages. So with a gentle cough to clear his throat, he shed his stiffness and raised his gaze, fingers fiddling mindlessly with the file sitting atop his desk as he eyed the girl- the woman. She had aged. Grown just like himself, like anyone, but she looked the same. Filled in- yeah- but there was the same hope twinkling in her eye, the same rebellious curl to her lips. He could feel himself slipping from his throne, knowing he couldn't be short with her. Knowing he couldn't push her away when they'd spent years leaning on each other just to breathe, but he wouldn't break so quickly.
He needed to stand his place- as her new boss, not old friend.
Alfred couldn't return the smile on her lips, the look in his eye just as could as the icy color. He was a shell of the brusk and blunt boy he used to be, now short on his words and never lingering too long in meaning. So he got to the point, knowing it'd shock her, but also needing to let her know where they stood.
He wasn't that boy anymore.
"Dr. Cohen," he corrected in a dull tone, eyes unwavering and his face a practiced mask of stillness, "It happens by working hard." His response was lifeless, lips in a chapped line as he continues on with, "You've made your rounds today, yes? Tell me how those were." His gaze fell back to the files, studying the patients he knew well, but were suddenly put into new light because they were under Rose's care.
Rose, god.
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Post by Rose Dixon on Aug 30, 2015 10:29:24 GMT
Rose sat a little straighter, hair falling from her fingers as she looked at the man she once knew. He looked the same to her, a few more worry lines and looks like not too much sleep, but still the same to her. "Dr. Cohen." She corrected herself, the words feeling strange coming off her lips.
"Um everyone was good, Sarah caused a bit of trouble towards the end. I think she just has trouble trusting us." She explains, her tone soft, timid even. That wasn't how she was use to feeling around him. Usually she would have been comfortable, herself even. Here, she felt beneath him. Which technically she was, he was her supervisor. That would take some getting use to.
"Other than that, everything was fine." She ends, gaze tearing from the floor to look up at the man. The air was filled with awkward, and tension. She didn't know from what though.
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Post by Alfred Cohen on Jan 5, 2018 7:16:37 GMT
The tension in his shoulders depleted slightly as she called him by his correct title, but his eyes never lifted from the manila folder in his sweating palms. He couldn't look her in the eye, not yet. He needed to compose himself, needed to erase every inch of his past from his face. This was his workplace, this wasn't where they would have this conversation. That is, if they ever had the conversation. Alfie had done all he could to leave his history behind him, and that included Rose. He never meant to scorn her, to ditch her in her own abusive household, but he couldn't stay. He couldn't bring her with him. She had been too young and he hadn't even known where he was headed yet.
Away from shattering glass and stinging fists. Away from empty glares and echoing yells.
Guilt gripped his throat, making it hard for him to find his voice, to keep up the facade, but he had to. He hadn't broken in years. Seeing his old best friend was not going to tear down his walls.
Flicking his gaze upwards, he studied her for a moment, listening to her anxiously report her day. He nodded, scribbling down the details she offered. "Sarah suffers from schizophrenia with hysteria," he informed her, knowing it had been in the files she'd been given at the beginning of the day, but he wasn't sure what her level of understanding was on the subject, "We have her on a new medication, so watch for the side effects—they should be in the file. The last made her terribly violent, so if no one warned you beforehand, be careful around her. No sharp objects on your person and always be cautious." Normally he was shorter with the newbies, but that old instinct of protecting her encouraged his tongue to keep rolling around warnings. He didn't want her hurt. He never did.
Once he finished writing down what she said, he looked up once more—but he wished he hadn't. Her eyes were staring deep into his own, studying him in a way he despised. Alfie knew he was different, knew he was nothing like the boy she'd known. He didn't want to defend himself, didn't want to explain what changed, so instead, he asked, "Do you have any questions? About your patients or the policies?" It was his job to keep her informed and guide her along this journey.
He was doing his best to keep the air between them void of tension. If they were going to be working together, it would be best if they moved on from the years of silence. Hopefully she understood that.
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Post by Rose Dixon on Jan 6, 2018 0:43:01 GMT
Rose couldn't believe the man sitting in front of her was the boy she'd grown to care about. The boy with the crooked smile that she'd only seen a handful of time because he had it rough too. The fact that he was her comfort from her father's cruel words, or her mother's disappointed glares when he was dealing with it too was crazy. The pair had too much in common, the world dropping two good hearts into the middle of a war zone right in their living room. They'd taken to each other, using one another as an escape. That was until Aflie got his real escape, he'd left her. Not a goodbye, not a single word. She'd went to meet him at their spot on the bench every day as they had been for months. After one year of no one coming she gave up.
A few short days later she met Grayson, he had swept her off her feet. Claiming to never hurt her the way her parents did, never leave her the way Alfie did. Not that she'd told him about Alfie specifically, she never told anyone about their time together. It was too precious, it was too theirs. All of his promises were broken though. The physical and emotional pain that he inflicted was too real, too familiar. The bruises that stained her skin for weeks, and the scars that would taint her skin for life were an everyday thing. He'd beaten her down in more ways than one, the names he'd called her, his cruel words echoed around in her mind. Useless, pathetic, weak, and broken. Even though she'd left him she could still hear his words in her nightmares, waking up screaming and clutching her sheets.
She couldn't help but wonder if Alfie had never left, or if he'd given her the option to leave with him- if her life would have been better. Obviously his was, he was the head doctor. He was her superior, he made something of himself without her. Good for him, she was glad. Yet she couldn't shake the feeling of why? Why did he leave her? Maybe he felt the same way Grayson did.
Her light brown eyes studied him as he scribbled down her words. He was completely different, he was stoic, nothing like before. His words catching her off guard, she didn't think he'd even utter another sentence before she left. "I didn't realize the severity of it." She replied softly, her gaze sticking on the man in front of her. Her dark perfectly shaped brows drawn together in confusion, how could this be the same man.
When he'd asked her if she had any questions a million ran through her head. Only one escaping her full lips. "Why'd you leave?" She asked softly, unable to even stop herself. "What happened to you Alf- Dr. Cohan?" She leaned forward slightly, giving him a confused look. What had happened to her best friend? What had turned him into this stone-cold man sitting in front of her? Her eyes began to tear slightly, she couldn't cry for this man. Not here, not now. She'd been hurt too many times, too many men had let her down. She sat up straighter, sniffing back her tears she smoothed down her blouse.
"Never mind, I don't have any further questions. I think I'll be looking for different hospital though." She held back the lump forming in her throat, she wasn't going to break in front of him. He'd left her, no way was she giving him the satisfaction of seeing her crumble. She'd wait until she got back to her small apartment for that, but here she needed to be strong. "Thank you for your tips Dr. Cohan." She added, wanting to run out of this office and never return.
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