<strong>Timothy "Tim" Parkinson, Head Orderly, West Wing near Room 1</strong><br/><br/>Timothy, or Tim as he preferred to be called, quietly roamed the halls of Rosanam to ensure that another alarm was not triggered. Twice in one day, and both before and during breakfast, was not a good sign to the Head orderly that helped to ensure that the patients never got out of hand and bothered the doctors with petty problems. That also included the training of the mini army of orderlies that Rosanam kept staffed. While he couldn't oversee everyone's training, he made a point of making sure that they all knew their duties and the price they would pay should any of them fail at their assigned tasks. So far he had yet to punish a single person, but there always was a first time for everything.<br/><br/>Walking around Tim wore the white coat that he possessed and was lined with numerous pockets, each filled with a number of things that only Tim himself could actually recall what pocket contained what items. With every step he took his pockets would jingle slightly and indicated just a few of what he kept on person. From simple cold and flu medicine to high grade tranquilizers and everything in between. Tim carried a little of everything that he could. He preferred to be prepared for just about every occasion.<br/><br/>He felt a slight vibration on his left side and rummage around through different pockets until he pulled out a simple red cellphone and looked at the text that appeared on the screen. An alert had been sent out about Piper, although he preferred to call them by their numbers. It seemed like there was a possibility that Number 11 could soon be causing problems if something was not done soon. Since he was already in the West Wing it took him but a few minutes to navigate the halls to reach the patient hall and saw the one he was looking for being held back by an orderly who stood in the way.<br/><br/>Stepping down lightly with is pockets jingling once more with each step taken, Tim soon stood next to the orderly and nodded his head. "Thy services shall no longer be. See to Mr Alex to see what it that he needs attending to." he said, dismissing the orderly right there before bowing down to Piper, "Good morning to you Ms. Piper," he said and then turned to slightly bow to Cynthia, flashing them both a smile, "and to you as well Cynthia. I hope you are both adjusting well." he asked and then frowned at Piper. "Please lay yourself back down. You're in no condition to be moving around, do you hear? Please lay yourself back down and breakfast shall be brought to you. You would both like that, correct?" he inquired while then quickly ordered for an orderly to bring up two breakfasts to the patient hall in the West wing and to escort Cynthia to the dining hall when he arrived.