Thread: Lawrence-Fischer Mental Health Facility - Ward B (esielle&Crusade)

Was anyone even working that night? Surely one noisy patient was bound to cause someone to come running to quiet her down, right? In all actuality, she hadn't been pounding on the door for as long as she thought she was - which she thought she had been for a few long minutes - as it was just the effects of waking up groggily from sleep and coming out of the sedation that had her completely misjudging the passage of time. Not only that, waking up in a locked room of a mental health facility was about as jarring as things came! It was pretty frustrating to think she was there banging and in need of assistance, but no one was coming to her aid. Goldie furrowed her brows up tightly and turned her head into the door, closing the bright blue of her eyes and holding her breath to keep from breaking down into sobs. To her irrational mind, it was a great injustice being done to her, something that she didn't quite deserve but, again, that line of reasoning wasn't exactly her at her most logical. Somewhere she had to know that what her parents did was the right thing to do, right? Somewhere in that overwhelmed, frantic head of hers, she had to know! At that moment, though, that was the furthest things from her mind. Just as she was about to either bang on the door some more or simply slide down to the ground and break down crying she didn't know which she preferred to do more, she heard someone calling out in response to the banging that had been going on. Her azure hued eyes popped open and she stepped back just a few inches from the door, both hands on the cool surface as she darted her gaze back and forth in relief. While she wasn't happy to be there, she was very relieved to hear someone's voice. Although she couldn't help but detected that maybe there was some annoyance in the tone. She guessed she had been a little too loud, maybe. Instead of raise her voice for him to hear on the other side, she bit softly down upon her light pink lip and shifted on her feet. Goldie had to quickly take stock of the situation. If she did anything that could be construed as disruptive or acting out in a way that excited the other patients, she already knew they wouldn't have wasted time in putting her ass out again. That was something she already decided she didn't want to happen so, she took a deep breath in and out and, upon hearing the jingle of keys on the other side of the door, she quickly snatched her hands away and backed up a good distance from it to let whoever was going to enter, enter. She stopped not far from her bag at the window, shoving her hands in her pockets as she laid her gaze on the door and waited. To have someone that looked the way that Clay did suddenly appear in the doorway and step into the room would have taken anyone aback! Goldie blinked a few times and the expression that immediately danced across her face was one that would have told him he was the last person she was expecting to come waltzing through the door. She expected some middle-aged man that had seen this, been there to come and quiet her down and answer all the questions she had to throw at him. Or, perhaps, she envisioned a nice, sweet nurse to tell her everything was going to be alright when, really, things were far from being alright. She was only human and couldn't help but notice that the man that ended up coming to her aid was very appealing to the eyes - tall, dark, and handsome with eyes that seemed to bore through her. It was hard not to get the initial staring done and over with and might have inspected him from head to foot - and not only because he was good looking, but such was her nature to assess people - just a little while longer if it hadn't of been the sound of his voice guiding her eyes quickly back up to his face. If she had stepped a bit closer to him, she would have had to tilt her head back just to see his face what with his height. There was something imposing about the way he closed the door behind him and placed himself in front of it, a clear sign that he didn't trust her as far as he could pick up a car and throw it. At the mention of her name, she closed her eyes as if she were trying to bring herself further from sleep and she nodded her head, those locks of hair moving around her face and brushing her cheeks with the force of it, Yeah... was all she could manage to say. Now that she had someone there with her, someone that made her feel small not only physically but in his very stance, she didn't know what to say. But she had to say something. She couldn't just stand there dumbly and hope that he knew what she wanted. Goldie was telling herself to snap out of it and focus, opening her eyes again to glance over his face. She decided he probably didn't actually mean to be as imposing and perhaps having the job he had simply came with the territory. As much as she hated to accept that he was just doing his job - considering she didn't want to be there - she had to if she was going to get any assistance. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, he continued on. The relaxed stance of her features changed at the tone of his voice, going right back to feeling very small and insignificant. There was a small wrinkle to her nose and her hands came out from her pockets so she could cross them protectively across her breasts, shifting back and forth on her feet as she dropped her eyes down. I.... his tone had totally taken her off guard and left her standing there a bit speechless, turning her head away so she could move her eyes rapidly over the bare wall. There was a very long moment of silence where she just changed her weight from one foot to the other, positioned her arms to hug the chill off of her, and tried to decide if she should just shut up and go back to sleep or continue her pursuit to get a little information out of him. She felt a very familiar tension in her stomach, the feeling of her skin almost crawling. It was the type of feeling extremely nervous people got before they had to give a speech - the constant worry they were going to screw up, the flight or fight response going into hyper drive. If she didn't get a hold of herself, she was going to have a bad night. Finally, she swallowed hard and brought her eyes back to him, looking very lost as she stood there, I'm sorry I made so much noise, just didn't know how to get anyone's attention without pounding. I just got here today and there was.... she closed her eyes, needing to correct herself, ...I mean, I caused a little trouble and I didn't get to say goodbye to my mom and dad. I didn't get to eat anything either and I'm a little hungry. I know I probably can't use the phone so late to call anyone so I won't ask, but I have some change in my bag if there is a vending machine....I'd like a Pepsi...maybe some chips or a candy bar. Those were not things she normally liked to eat, but she would make due with them. Her eyes moved back and forth across his face, trying to judge his expression, Please? If there was a silence, she had to fill it especially to distract herself from the anxious feeling crawling over her, Also....I.....Uh....I was supposed to meet with a Dr. Robinson when I arrived, but that never happened...obviously. Can you tell me if there is a Doctor here tonight? I can't remember if I took my medication before I came here. Now she quieted down, watching him. Before he said anything, though, she turned and grabbed her bag from the ground to flop it onto the bed heavily. Unzipping it, she began to rummage through to find her change, I'm sorry.....I'm a little confused right now. And a whole lot anxious.