April 13th…
The first day, Julia Chalice was transferred…
Early in the morning, Abigail took the woman to be introduced to Mr. Clovis and Miss Verlette.
“Mistress Julia Chalice! WELCOME! WELCOME!" said hello by Mr. Clovis with passion and warmth. He invited her to make it like home.
Julia Chalice lowered her face and was covered by straight, shoulder-length blonde hair that ended in waves. Her hands were handcuffed according to procedure. The procedure is based on daily and medical sample data on Julia Chalice's condition, which cannot be said to be stable, but not aggressive either.
Just before Julia Chalice headed for an empty patient bed, Mr. Clovis confronted her.
"Permit me, mistress." Mr. Clovis darted his hand grabbed Julia Chalice's chin, then directed it upwards. “Hmm….” Looking at the woman's face, instead of Mr. Clovis, who was closed like a sleeping person, was now slightly open. Abigail noticed that they looked like those of an eagle, except they were sky-light blue.
Julia Chalice, her face covered with at least three bruises. Forehead, nose and right lip. Her lips pursed as she gritted her teeth. Her eyes glanced briefly to the left and then closed, trying hard not to want to look at Mr. Clovis.
Mr. Clovis moved to the right and left, bruises were visible on her temples too. Julia Chalice screamed in pain. From the corner of her closed eye, a drop dripped down her cheek. She cries. Of course, Abigail who witnessed that did not have the heart for Julia Chalice who felt uncomfortable.
“S-sir! A-are you done!?” Abigail's patience ran thin, she spontaneously raised her tone.
Mr. Clovis immediately lowered his hand.
"Ah, sorry, Abi." Mr. Clovis then turned and walked back to his office chair. He looked back for a moment. "Miss Chalice, tell me if you need anything,"
Julia Chalice was just silent, then she sat on the bed looking at the carpeted wall beside the top of the drawer which should have been the window on the previous floors. Her eyes stared at it as if the morning light was pitiful.
While Abigail was relieved Mr. Clovis wanted to hear it.
Then, Abigail pushed the medic cart that she put down in the corridor below by the door of room number 33 towards the inside.
The cart is arranged in three levels. The first tier contains food, namely baked peas, an egg, two sausages and bread with peanut butter for Mr. Clovis, while the other two were porridge with chunks of mushrooms, onions and shredded chicken. The last part is a water dispenser and a pot of coffee for Mr. Clovis.
The second level contains routine medicines that the patient must drink and syringes, while the third level contains buckets of cold water, cotton swabs, antiseptic wipes and NaCl ointment. The drugs were according to Julia Chalice's needs.
“Mr. Clovis, please eat your breakfast first.” Abigail put the dish on the office table in front of Mr. Clovis, then returned for the teapot and two cups.
After setting down the teapot and two cups, Abigail quickly poured the teapot into one of the cups.
"Ah, thanks, Abi." Mr. Clovis, who was looking at the laptop, sipped his newly filled cup.
"Oh yes, Mr. Clovis. Does Miss Verlette need to be fed or…”
“Oh, no need. My dearest prefer by herself. You take care of Julia Chalice,"
"Understood, sir."
Abigail brought down breakfast for Miss Verlette, then Julia Chalice.
There are five chairs in this room. Three chairs near each of the patient's bedrooms, and two swivel and cuddle chairs near Mr. clovis.
Abigal is now sitting near Julia Chalice.
"Miss Chalice, take your medicine first after breakfast, okay?" Abigail stirred the porridge she brought in the bowl. Then the spoon came lightly to Julia Chalice's lips. "Miss, please open your mouth, okay?" Abigail was as friendly as possible in her tone.
However…
Of course it didn't go as smoothly as Abigail had hoped. The woman was just silent with a miserable face.
Abigail sighed and repeated one more time, more subtly…
Julia Chalice didn't even respond to a word or the slightest movement.
Abigail had actually received advice from some of the previous nurses who cared for Julia Chalice that this woman had a slightly backward mealtime than usual. She was told not to be in the least bit pushy or rude to Julia Chalice.
Then…
(Huh… waiting for a bit doesn't hurt, does it?)
Abigail placed the bowl of porridge on the table by Julia Chalice's bed closed. She turned to Miss Verlette.
Miss Verlette also the same, her fingers busy with her two knitting sticks. Since yesterday, Miss Verlette's position and expression haven't even changed.
"Miss Verlette, shall you eat first?" Abigail lowered her head and leaned closer. Her hands grabbed the wrists of the woman who was knitting. "This won't take long, okay? After all, the food is delicious too!”
"Wait a minute, Abi…." Verlette replied soberly, with a languid tone of voice. She continued to knit.
Abigail was a little disappointed. However, she remembered Susan's advice. Through Abigail's memory, Susan said that 'most of the patients in the basement had the mindset of a child. They are unique and not easy to manage. The only way is to make them think you are their partner or friend.’
‘I know the world is going through unreasonable changes in habits. The words of colleagues and friends are much more listened to than siblings or those who have been considered as their own parents,' Susan's last advice was remembered by Abigail.
(Hm… I should try to get Miss Verlette interested in me.)
"Miss Verlette, may I see some of the results you have knitted?"
"Abi ... you want to persuade me?"
Abigail panicked a bit, “O-oh! N-no, really! U-um… the problem is that every time I see you are always knitting, it's a little surprising when nothing comes of it? I-isn’t that right?” Abigail tried to put on a wide smile.
Verlette then turned to Abigail. Her two shiny red eyes looked like an excited kitten begging for food.
“You… want to see, Abi?”
Abigail nodded. "Didn't I say yesterday that I was also interested in something related to sewing and knitting, right?"
“Hmm….” Verlette looked deep into Abigail's eyes.
Then…
Verlette put down her two knitting sticks and got up from her bed. For the first time, Abigail saw Verlette walking, even though it looked normal. Apart from knitting and sitting on the bed, Verlette walks like a normal person.
Verlette to the Mr. Clovis, bowing her head, pushed her way through Mr. Clovis leg.
“M-my dearest… I didn't know you like to play like this? You can take me every night!” Mr. chatter Clovis references adult matters.
Then…
“Auuuurggghh!” Verlette pinched Mr.'s thigh. Clovis. "Ehehe, sorry, my dearest…."
#Pfft!
Abigail spit out a laugh.
“Clovis… you always think strange things…,” said Verlette flatly. She looked up at her lover with disgust and lips puckered like a koi fish.
Mr. Clovis pushed back her chair to make it easier for Verlette to open a shelf on her office desk.
It seems that there are lots of knitted fabrics that are booming on the shelf under the office table.
Abigail dashed over to Verlette. "Miss, may I help?"
Verlette embraced a wide ball of knitwear with her two hands. When she was about to raise her body, Abigail immediately noticed that the thin Verlette had lost her balance a bit.
#Plop
Abigail immediately looked up at the cloths.
"Sorry, Abi…."
"No problem, miss. Now-” Abigail was having a bit of a hard time.
“Put… on my bed….”
Mr. Clovis also helped carry the meager scraps from under his office desk.
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