Emma glancedin irritation at the door numbers as she made her way down the halls. This place had more goddamn corridors than a funhouse! She was beginning to suspect it was all one giant maze.<em>There </em>was a good idea; make the crazies still crazier by confining them inside of endless white hallways that all looked the same! There can be no possible downside to this!<br/><br/>Rolling her eyes she turned left down yet another corridor. All the new trainees should get fucking maps or GPS devices or something; it was bad enough she was going to have to learn to bathe and change and feed these head-fucked wastes of air without having to get lost in the process!<br/><br/>At least her scrubs were cute. It had taken some flirty pouting but they'd agreed to let her wear the ones with pink roses embroidered on them. It subtracted some ugly-points from her nursing Crocs. Hideous to look at, but a godsend to wear, and could be run through the autoclave if one of the retards puked on her or something. She seriously hoped that puking was<em>all</em>they would do; a certain memorable scene from<em>Silence of the Lambs</em>came to mind and made her shudder and shift her bag to her other shoulder. There was the nursing station, but it didn't look as though anyone was there. She was supposed to be shadowing a nurse tonight, but she wasn't sure which one...<br/><br/>"Hello? Anyone here?"