<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">The wrought iron gate slowly came into view as the car pulled up to the speaker. The camera zoomed in on the driver checking out the clearance. The gates creaked open after a few moments and the driver waved to the camera before pulling up the driveway. The car parked in it's reserved space and idled to a stop. The door opened and pair of high heeled clad feet stepped out. The woman adjusted her glasses as she reached for her briefcase and walked up the stone steps into the hospital. <br/>
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She scanned her ID card and the door clicked opened allowing her to enter. A security guard at the front desk looked up from his monitors and tipped his hat at her with a smile.<br/>
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"Good morning Dr. Prescott," he replied.<br/>
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"Good morning," she answered hardly batting an eye his way.<br/>
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She placed her ID on the second scanner and placed her briefcase on the conveyor belt to be checked. <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FfULAveL.jpg&amp;hash=9aef8b31aca0a1f358e9d88237825036" href="https://i.imgur.com/fULAveL.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Dr. Jessica Prescott</a> stepped through the mental detector with and bells and whistles going off. The same routine everyday. It seemed a bit much, but the entire staff was checked before entering Hope Valley Medical Clinic, especially those who worked in the psychiatry ward. This was where the lost causes were sent. Most of the patients there were never released once admitted. Doctors such as her were given the worst because they were the best. She'd seen it all since being employed at Hope Valley two years ago. <br/>
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Except him...<br/>
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He was an enigma. Yet, he opened up to her and only her. <br/>
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Shaking her head, Jessica took her briefcase and clipped her badge on her lapel. She walked into the lobby and straight to the elevator pressing the fifth floor button. For once she had the elevator all to herself. Good. She preferred the quiet in the morning. It helped her focus on her tasks for the day. Sighing, the doors opened and she walked out nodding to the nurse at the station.<br/>
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"Dr. Prescott," she called.<br/>
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Jessica stop mid-walk and turned to walk back to the nurse's station. "Yes?"<br/>
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She handed the doctor her folders. "Here are your appointments for the day...um he had a bad night. We had to medicate him..twice."<br/>
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Jessica's brows furrowed as she scanned the contents. "Why wasn't I called? You know how that will irritate him for the rest of the day," she scowled. With a sigh, she placed the folder under her arm. "Fine. Have them get the room ready. I want to see him within the next hour. Is that clear?"<br/>
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"Yes Dr. Prescott, I'll send for the orderlies at once."<br/>
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She nodded and headed to her office, changing into her white coat and switching from her heels to flats. The doctors weren't allowed to wear anything that could be considered a weapon when dealing with a patient. That was just a risk they couldn't take. Moments later, Jessica was sitting in one of the therapy rooms tapping her pen gently on her clipboard waiting for her patient to enter.</span>