<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Jessica's lips pursed as Ralph entered with Trevor. He was one of her least favorite orderlies in the facility. How he still had a job, she would never know. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of stale alcohol wafting from his pores. She merely nodded towards him still looking over her files on Trevor. "I'm sure you will Ralph. Thank you."<br/>
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Once he shuffled from the room, door clicking behind him, Jessica remained silent. She simply enjoyed the quiet of the room. Though she was aware the three cameras turned on as soon as Ralph exited the room.<br/>
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It was mostly for her safety, but honesty she never had to hit the panic button. The doctor was known for keeping her patients at ease. Whether her luck would run out, she never knew, but at least for the time being no one had harmed her. She hadn't realized her eyes were shut until she heard the clinking of the ice cubes from Trevor's cup. <br/>
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Meeting his gaze finally, Jessica raised her brow in greeting. "Good morning Trevor." Crossing her legs at the ankle, she clicked her pen placing the tip to the paper. "Things are well on my end, I can't say the same about you."<br/>
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She clicked her tongue. "What happened last night Trevor? I thought we were past these nights. You were doing so well lately."<br/>
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Shaking her head, she flipped the pages of the report muttering to herself. "Manic, violence, destructive...I could go on, but I will give you a chance to explain yourself and tell me why I have an assistant in the infirmary."</span>