<div class="floatright">(http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/Angie+Labcoat.JPG)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Angie Hart, RN<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Campus Clinic - Angie's office.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: anyone at the clinic<br/><br/>Angelia had left Sandra in Dr. Leither's hands and noticed that technically, her shift had ended an hour ago. It had been a taxing day to say the least. She had met most of the staff today, and many of them seemed impressed that the director of the clinic was so hands on. Angie intended to keep it that way. Director or not, she would not stand by and hide behind a desk in a private office when there were people in need of care. Yet now that her shift was well over, she decided retreating to her office was in order at least for a little while. There would probably be lots of paperwork to go over after a day like today.<br/><br/>No sooner had she lowered herself into the soft leather of her office chair, than there was a knock at her door. "Come i..." She started to say, but the door swung open even without her invitation.  It was the first time she'd seen Ms. Knight in nearly five years, and it was slightly unsettling. The last time she'd seen her, Joanna had sported a perfectly pressed Dolce & Gabbanna, and a severe but perfect bun from which none of her silken locks could escape. But now, she wore a mere Calvin Klein (the horror!) that was slightly disheveled and her platinum hair was falling out of a messy bun.<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146210.msg6619860#msg6619860">Quote from: AndyZ on 20-07-2012, 00:16:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ms. Hart, I heard that there was some sort of incident.  If you wouldn't mind, I would like to hear your view of the situation firsthand."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Angie had risen from her seat and held a hand out to indicate one of the two plush chairs on the other side of her desk. "Yes, of course... Have a seat won't you?"<br/><br/>Taking her seat once again, and clearing her throat, Angie began. "I never did get to thank you in person for everything you've done for me. You've changed my life in an amazing way." She realized she was at risk of beginning to ramble. In a small way, she still felt intimidated by Ms. Knight. "But I said all this in my letter, so of course you don't really need to hear it again. I'll tell you whatever I can about the incident today."<br/><br/>Angie meticulously recounted all the details she knew about the incident. She made sure to not to mention too many private details the fell under patient confidentiality, but was sure that Ms. Knight could fill in the details herself if absolutely necessary. When she had shared all she could, Angie steepled her fingers and leaned her elbows on the desk. she had a feeling Joanna knew more than she let on, and curiosity was getting the better of her. "In my honest opinion, I'm getting a strange feeling about this whole situation. It's like an instinct telling me she's not crazy - She knows exactly what she saw and it scared the hell out of her. Do you know anything about the boy. She said his name was Derrick, I believe. Does he even exist, or is that girl really in need of serious psychiatric care?"