“Madame Murtlock! Madame Murtlock!” Susan with a stack of papers flanked by her right arm hastily called out excitedly. “Madame Murtlock? you live?”
#Knock, Knock!
The door opens quickly.
“Oh my God, Susan! Can you just shut your mouth and knock on the door like usual, UGHH!?” Madame Murtlock felt irritated as if she wanted to strangle the young woman in front of her. "What is it!? Should this be a serious situation!?”
“Hehehe, let me go in first, okay?” she chuckled. Her attitude is a bit joke
"Why? You want to skip work, Haphazard lady?"
Susan's mouth dropped as if it were a whistle. “N-no! Important things shouldn't be discussed casually, right?"
“Yes…” Madame Murtlock narrowed her eyes. “Except that would never come out of your mouth?”
Susan thought this middle-aged woman had let her in. But because of Susan's monotonous and annoying pattern of behavior, Madame Murtlock had no trouble remembering that.
"Say it quickly and clearly, or I'll kick your ass right now!?"
“Ouch, how vulgar…”
With reluctantly, Susan said that she had forgotten to contact the psychiatrist for today's appointment. In order to be accepted, Susan added that today she was dealing with several suppliers of general medicines.
"WHAT!? YOU KNOW psychiatric doctors have a packed schedule!? Madame Murtlock grabbed Susan by the collar, jerking her around forcefully. “Is this the right time to strangle you, Susan!? Tell me, huh!? Tell me, huh!?"
“O-o-of course not… *Cough* Ma-madame… calm down… calm down… I have a solution! D-don't go crazy first! *cough,cough!*”
Madame Murtlock loosened her grip and allowed the sly-faced girl, Susan, to have another chance at life.
“That happened last month….” Susan stroked her neck. "Small meeting in the central meeting room, Dr Audagird brought three of her friends. The fat man, the cutesy miss, and the geeky young man who-”
“What kind of idiot calls someone like that!” Madame Murtlock lightly smacked her on the head with a karate hand that was about to break bricks.
"Duh his name is also an idiot!" Susan protested though did not deny that she was an idiot, clutching her head and looking at Madame Murtlock in disgust.
“Just a moment…Dr. Peter O'Lyne, Dr. Jason Donovan and… that young lady if I'm not mistaken…” Madame Murtlock sank into her thoughts while nodding slightly.
“Cormick. I chatted a lot with Dr. Sasha Cormick after the meeting. She… she just graduated from Oxford University?”
Hearing that, Madame Murtlock was completely astonished.
"Oxford? Why would someone from such a good University even come to this place?”
"How would I know!" She shrugged. “She said, as soon as possible to work in this place after about a month. She wants to complete several other research reports as personal references, "
Madame Murtlock furrowed her brows in thought for a moment. The problem was that for a person with an Oxford medical education placed as a psychiatrist in the basement of a petty hospital it was a steep valley. It's like a right triangle, a very, very sharp decline. There was a bit of embarrassment for Madame Murtlock.
But, given the current precarious situation, Madame Murtlock had to think more rationally.
"Okay, as long as you confirm again with Dr. Nagle, that shouldn't be a big deal.”
Just as Madame Murtlock was about to turn around to go back to her business, Susan grabbed her shoulder. Susan seemed to have other business with Madame Murtlock.
“WHAT-IS-IT-A-GAIN-SUSANNNN!?”
“Uh-uhm….” Susan was now looking serious, turning a page in the pile of papers she was carrying. “Julia Chalice, the Woman who was in terrible condition last week…. I still haven't come to a good conclusion."
Watching Susan who was now serious despite the fact that it was not wrong to give her the title “Haphazard Lady”, Madame Murtlock turned to her.
"Tell me the details."
Susan talked about day-to-day comparisons. Susan referred to Zofia's statement, head nurse upstairs, that the placement of Julia Chalice or the woman who was brought by two Ambercourt Hospital ambulance officers, in cell numbers 16 and 21 did not go well. Each - only one day.
From the data read by Susan, Zofia judged that cell number 16 or Mr. Grehan is one of the most stable individuals on the upper floors.
There was almost a fist fight due to Mr. Grehan, 28 years old, asked Julia Chalice, 26 years old, too many questions about her bruises.
Cause: Julia Chalice, 26 years old, experienced high emotional upheaval. Condition when given sedatives : Temporarily stable. Action prevention : None.
In cell No. 21 the next day, Mrs. Krynaut also did the same, asking sensitive questions even though the topic was different from Mr. Grehan. Julia Chalice only snapped causing mental agitation to Mrs. Krynauts.
Cause: Julia Chalice, 26 years old, experienced high emotional upheaval. Condition when given sedatives : Temporarily stable. Action prevention : Handcuffed and chained.
“Tch! Should I have just refused then?” said an irritated Madame Murtlock regretfully.
“Huh? I think it is the right choice. Moreover, Dr. Audagird said yes too?”
"The problem is she also doesn't nag me that… make me confuse, anyway…." Madame Murtlock ran a hand through his hair as if he had nothing else to think about. "Well, I think Dr. Audagird had other thoughts. Carry on, Susan.”
So…
Susan referred to Yasmin's data, or the head nurse on the ground floor or the same floor they were both on at the moment.
Also carried out for two days, Yasmin used cell numbers 8 and 10 as references. Based on the team's decision, they judged that cell numbers 8 and 10 were the most stable patients and even closer to sanity.
Data based on cell number 8, Mr. Grant, there's not been any conversation going on. This is because Mr. Grant, 35 years old, was sensitive to the attitude of Julia Chalice, 26 years old, with a somber face. especially Mr. Grant was bothered by the woman's muttering every time.
Cause: Julia Chalice, 26 years old, unstable mental condition. No emotional surge yet. Condition after being given low doses of sedatives: There was no significant difference. Action prevention: Both hands were chained and handcuffed.
While data based on cell number 10, Madame Caragh, 52 years, there was a one-sided conversation and physical touch. Madame Caragh with a mental disorder because she wished to have a daughter was very happy with the presence of Julia Chalice. Madame Caragh stroked Julia Chalice's head as if it were her own daughter. Meanwhile, Julia Chalice was silent and did not respond.
Cause: Julia Chalice, 26 years. Mental condition is not stable. No emotional surge yet. Condition after being given low doses of sedatives: No change. Action prevention : Handcuffed and chained.
“While my data….” Susan flipped to the front page. “Cell number 27, Miss Downey, 22 years, with Julia Chalice there was only one sided conversation. No signs of action or emotional outbursts. Then… cell number 25, Miss Pender, 26 years old, also the same as before only one sided conversation. Julia Chalice had an emotional spike by hitting her head on the wall until it bled a little. Meanwhile in cell number 30, Mr. Kirwan. Julia Chalice is still being monitored today."
"What significant thing happened to Miss Pender?"
"Well, we know that Miss Pender is a very dramatic person, right? I thought she was throwing words that are not important. And to be honest… Ugh… because of that problem, Julia Chalice had to go back on high doses of tranquilizers, Tch!”
Madame Murtlock was paced back and forth for a moment, biting her right thumb lightly nervously. While Susan added that she was not sure that Julia Chalice, 26 years old, would never be able to gain stability if she was put in a double cell.
“You know that this place doesn't have a single cell or VIPs, right? We're in an Overload state after all! Dr. Audagird told me that next month there will be another mass patient!” Madame Murtlock commented on Susan's objections.
"That's why I don't recommend this place, Madame!"
"What do you mean? Another hospital mutation? Do you remember that patients whose origins are unclear are only at our place?”
"That is true…."
They're stuck for answers. To be honest, they still have one option which of course they really avoid. That option is the most… last… last option.
“Uggghh….. I hate to say this, but what about that person?”
Suddenly…
#Taptaptap
Abigail ran from the direction of the meeting room. She headed for Madame Murtlock.
"Ow, Abi!?" greeted Susan, waving her hand.
(Duh… god…. Why is the problem so gradual….) Madame Murtlock was already filled with anxiety in her mind, while snorting a sigh of relief.
“U-um… Mr-Mr. Clovis…”
“Huh? What else is there, Abi?" Madame Murtlock slapped her forehead in exasperation.
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