One week passed….
The two Ambercourt ambulance officers kept their word. Some medicines are delivered every day. However, somehow the two ambulance officers racked their brains so as not to be subject to sanctions.
Meanwhile in a small room where the AC is off…
April 12,
With a heavy heart we apologize profusely…..
Madame Murtlock, clutching her head, wrote a letter.
#Knock, Knock!
"Come in!"
Abigail, the nurse who behaves innocently and wears glasses, brings a brown box.
"Good morning, Madame Murtlock. I brought a package for Mr. Clovis…-”
#Hah… (sighed)
Abigail approached the middle-aged woman.
"What is it, Madame?"
"O-oh, Abi." She turned to Abigail for a moment. “Writing letters of apology to donors sucks! I know I should have recruited the wrong women yesterday, but the longer their complaint letters accumulate!”
"This time from whom?"
“Estelle. Miss Maggie Estelle. The lady must have said a lot when she came here. That's why… I'm trying not to let that happen!”
Madame Murtlock handed her a hard red envelope in faux leather.
Abigail saw the Latin-style writing “Estelle de Famili” embossed in shiny gold.
“Whoa! Suddenly I see a wine brand that I enjoy on holidays!” Abigail babbled as if surprised.
“Tch! Get away from me, Abi!”
“Hehe, just joking….” Abigail placed the package box on the counter and lightly massaged Madame Murtlock's shoulder. "Isn't this terrible? After all, Miss Estelle is one of the biggest donors, right?”
"That's what I'm thinking now, Abi. I don't want this glamorous woman to raise her white flag for this hospital!”
Abigail thought for a moment, lightly massaging Madame Murtlock's shoulder. Because Abigail couldn't bear to see the middle-aged woman in trouble, she suggested something.
"Well, here it is. If Miss Estelle really insists on coming here, how about if Susan and I would handle it?”
"That's the most desperate plan of mine will be."
“Ehhh~? I thought you would be surprised?"
“At least it's still better than going through Doctor Audagird…. Oh my god, I can't imagine that happening!”
"Doctor Audagird… it's scary to hear about this…."
After chatting for a while, Abigail took the package back.
"Well, then I'll excuse myself."
“Ah, that's right,”
"Hmm?"
Abigail stopped for a moment.
"When it comes to Mr. Clovis, you don't have to use my report at all. Send directly to the person. I know you've only been working here for half a year, but… but sometimes ask Susan for advice,” Madame Murtlock turned to Abigail with a serious face in advice.
“Ah, I heard from Susan. Susan said, he was a good person and generous. Is there any problem?"
#Hah… (sighed)
Madame Murtlock looked down for a moment with some objection. She quickly took off and folded up her glasses. Then, she approached the innocent girl and looked at her deeply.
“Y-you made me worry, madame!”
“Hey, Abi, I don't want you to be kicked out of this place because of little things. Looking for people is not an easy job. The point is to keep your attitude good, especially to Mr. Clovis. Uhhh… The person is generous and kind, that's true. In fact, Susan used to be given more pocket money by him, "
“All-right… so… just a small problem?” Abigail was a little scared.
Madame Murtlock fell silent. She looked at Abigail's face to the right, left and all sides, while considering Abigail's attitude while she was working.
"How stupid I am! You may not be in trouble!" Madame Murtlock turned immediately and went back to her business. "But remember this, if you are confused about Mr. Clovis, go ask Susan, okay?”
#Hah… (sighed)
Abigail breathed a sigh of relief.
“You only said that after giving me goosebumps?” Abigail had now reached for the doorknob. "By the way, thanks for the advice.
As she was about to close the door, Abigail stopped again when the middle-aged woman continued her words.
“Hey! What do you think Kara left this place for?” Madame Murtlock chuckled.
"Because her mother is sick, if I'm not mistaken?"
"Because Mr. Clovis asked.”
Upon hearing that, having just closed the door to Madame Murtlock's room, Abigail shivered with fear.
***
The Patronal Audagird Mental Hospital is situated in a wide sweep of neatly cut grass. Standing majestically leaning towards the west, deserted with no other buildings at least 1 km away. Has ample parking for up to twenty cars. Located on the corner of the road near the junction that leads to the Patronal orthodox church.
Including the Dublin area for those who crave quiet and loose areas without being crowded. The Patronal Desmene Settlement also offers luxury housing with relatively cheap land and building prices. Usually, this place is occupied by celebrities or small studios who are starting a new life in the business district of Dublin, Ireland.
However…
Being close to a mental hospital means being close to unpleasant rumors. Starting from ghosts to torture victims of mentally ill patients. Maybe that's what makes land prices there cheap? Or maybe the access to the city which is about 6 km from the settlement. After all, Dublin's somewhat mid-range area is also competitively priced. Even just one step out of the door of the house, users can see various city knick-knacks and the facilities needed.
Of course, if they want a crowded atmosphere in a fairly crowded city, Dalkey is their choice.
Meanwhile….
Patronal Audagird Hospital, the façade of the building built in the "Gothic" style with red bricks and a conical roof. The place has three floors. Upper floor, ground floor and basement. Buildings with conical roofs and red bricks and a basement are suitable for fantasy stories. Of course, fantasy stories depicting palace rooms as places for torture. That's where the tail of the rumor came from.
Unfortunately, Abigail headed downstairs to the most corner room. For the first time Abigail felt the stuffiness, opened by a wooden door from a floor with a chain hook.
(Duh… how come it's so scary? It's still early!) Her worried thoughts were as great as her fears.
It was dim and the air was damp, even though the stairs down using the rug, it still felt cold. Abigail walked small, as small as her guts. Look around right and left. After half a year of work, Abigail is now allowed to enter the basement.
(Calm down Abi! Calm-down! It's only 11 rooms on different floors really!)
The basement has only one straight path. The room numbers listed are numbers 23 to 33. All doors and walls look a little eroded and a bit mossy. The lights are installed using yellow light against the walls of the room. The rug is only limited to the stairs going down, while the rest is the same dirt path as outside the building.
On the way, Abigail sees a white light from a sign that says "Bathroom & Toilet". From there came out someone wearing the same uniform as Abigail, her heart felt a little calm like a small oasis in the middle of huugeeee dessert.
"Abi?"
“Penny!” Abigail hastened her steps toward another nurse. "You’re on task?"
"Well, time to give Madame Dutley a bath, I presume? You yourself?" Penny did a little exercise with a towel over her shoulders.
“Delivering packages for Mr. Clovis. The room is the most corner, right?
"Number 33, farthest corner, right of way, you can never go wrong, really." Penny pointed
#Hah… (sighed)
The conversation was only brief, which meant that Abigail's oasis was coming to an end quickly.
"Thank You. Well, actually I want to chat a bit," Abigail's face was covered with worry again. She did not want to immediately greet behind room number 33.
"You want? Me too darling." Penny chuckled. “Now then, I see that you just entered this nilfheim. But believe me, Mr. Clovis is a diamond in the bottom of this mud! You should be grateful!” Penny, a woman with heavy lipstick and thick makeup, patted Abigail's back.
It lessened her nervousness and anxiety a bit.
“Thank you, Penny,”
“Huh? Say that when you treat me to a small restaurant!” Penny immediately came in and waved her hand.
With a faint smile and a bit of encouragement, Abigail took another step. Arriving at the most corner room, number 33, Abigail knocked lightly on the door.
“E-excuse me…?”
#crack! Geeek~
A dapper man in the style of an office salesman with a big smile on his lips greeted Abigail. His face was really smiling even his eyes were slightly open and looked like a sleeping person.
"Yes, Misstress?" asked the man calmly, friendly and polite.
Abigail's anxiety faded instantly.
“I-I… I brought a package for you, Mr. Clovis." Abigail handed over the package.
“Whoa!” A 40 x 40 cm box was received by the man. "Thank you, please come in first!"
Abigail stepped inside. Because it was the first time Abigail had entered a room on the basement floor, she was struck by the neatness of the room.
Walls covered with thick carpets, loose rooms. This room even has its own refrigerator and is quite large. And most importantly, since when have there been office desks? Abigail wondered in her mind.
So…
Abigail's gaze accidentally fixed on the woman on her bed moving two sticks and unraveling threads.
The woman's hands are graceful... Dexterous and creative...
At least Abigail knew that because she had the same interests and hobbies. Of course, Abigail's interest draws her closer to the lethargic woman.
"You like sewing, Madame?" Abigail exclaimed enthusiastically with a bright and sincere smile, while bowing her body.
The woman just kept silent and moving the two sticks and the dangling threads. Meanwhile, the man named Clovis was busy looking for something to open the package box.
"You know what, madame? I really want to be skilled at sewing. But… because my money is limited, I only have the opportunity to go to college once and people say… sewing doesn't guarantee welfare. So automatically, I have to…-“
"Give up and wait for another opportunity, Abi?" replied the woman suddenly. Her hands stopped moving the stick. Her eyes glanced lazily at Abigail.
“M-madame?” Abigail looked up slowly.
The woman, her face flat and blank, looked at Abigail pitifully. A strand of black hair split across her forehead, her eyes bright blood red.
The problem was, Abigail was surprised and worried about something else. Abigail was sure that she only delivered the box package. This is also the first time Abigail encounters a patient at the basement. What's more, there has been no additional announcement that she will be reassigned to take care of patients at the basement.
(How does she know my name?)
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