Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26480544-20150609180417

- Hello, this is Dr. Carolina speaking. - her voice sounded so much older on the phone, especially the psychiatrich's ward one. - Hello Dr. What can I do for you today? - I'd been working as a doctor for years in this hospital. Due to budget cuts, the Director decided that we, the surgeons, psychiatrists and the lot, should take time form our busy schedules to also answer phones. How miserable... But hey, I needed a job and the hospital payed more than a coffee shop, so I sucked it up and did what was needed. - Could you bring Patient 6's file, please? - Of course. I'll leave it on the security guard's desk. - Actually, do you think you could hand it in personally? You might want to come see this guy. - I was about to put down the phone when I heard her talk again. - Oh, and Dália, bring me some paper and a pen as well, please.

This was an odd request. I mean, of course Santa Maria didn't have a ton of money, but they should atleast be able to supply paper to all floors and wards. After about ten minutes I had 6's file and a bunch of paper and blue ink pens. I accidentally looked at the clock. 'Half past midnight, great... Another day, another all-nigther'. Hurrying to reach the barely open elevator, I tried to run, only to nearly fall on my face. 'The stairs it is, then.'

Walking carefully, I descended about eleven flights of stairs before any door leading to the psychiatrich's ward could be seen. At last, one appeared and I slowly managed to push it open. This ward was one of the very first to have ever existed in the whole Sta Maria. It was also the worst one. Not only was the lighting dim and faulty, it consisted of a very long hallway filled to the brim with doors on each side. You get the whole horror movie vibe and serial killer stuff. Despite all this, it was one of the most peacefull wards. No one had ever died or killed anyone. Not that it was known.

I saw Carolina in the distance and, when I reached her, she smilled at me. - Thank you for bring me this. - she took the paper and pens - Stand back a bit, please - opened a small window on 6's door (regularly used to pass food to dangerous or agressive patiens) and slid the writing materials into the room. - Don't you have paper here? - I was mildly confused about this situation. - This little fellah sucked dry the whole floor. Take a look at her.

I peered my gaze into the room and saw a person, more like an animalized person, scribbling on paper. She was very thin, as I could easily see the sunken eye sockets from underneath the unkept hair. What I found very odd, was that her arms legs, basically every piece of exposed skin was smeared with what looked like blood. I could see some bandages hiding under her outfit. - Is that blood on her arms? - Indeed. If she has no pens, she writes with her own blood. When there isn't any paper, she uses the walls and, when there is nothing left, her skin - What does she write? - Some gibberish. Not any known language or cipher. I wouldn't expect anything else from a woman who was found in a cave system in the North. They didn't even know what to do with her. - So they sent her here? - Not exactly. But it's all there in the file. I just wanted to confirm a few things about her new skin graphts. - Thus the bandages. - Exactly, they found her with almost no skin of her own. But now, she's doing much better, as you see.

I looked at her once again. She had used up almost half the paper by now. She stopped writing. - Wait, I've never seem her stand still while conscious. - Carolina was startled. The woman lifted her gaze and her eyes pierced me. She looked... angry.

- Get back, Dália... She might break the window. - but I couldn't hear Carolina right now. I mean, I could hear her, in the distance. But the sight of the creature slowly walking toward me paralysed me. She ran at the door and slammed her head and fists on the window, causing it to break and tiny shards of glass struck my face and arms. She then put her bloody hands out of the former window and grabbed me by the neck, screaming at me in some giberrish language, whilst her blood red eyes looked at me.

I returned to my body and managed to keep her from strangling me just enough so that the guard could come and break us off. 