˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦋 ꒱ - ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ 𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀 ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌
╰┈➤ ❝ [Whatever will be, will be. The future is not ours to see. Don't worry, if it's supposed to happen, it will.]
❝I'll see you when the road decided it's time for our paths to cross again❞
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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄: A new patient
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"ANNA, ARE YOU SURE THEY ARE NOT LOOKING FOR YOU?" Mansion asks as he walks towards the woman in a nurse uniform. He had just finished cleaning up the leaves that had fallen from the tree.
Cordelia looks at him with her crimson red eyes and just smiles, bringing down her painted canvas and brush to the garden table and says, "I can just mess up with their memories and be there in their mind the whole day."
It's really no problem, the mental asylum has only ten staffs, and she can manipulate their minds in a snap of a finger.
"You and your ability, you're abusing it," Mansion says with a sigh as he sits beside her, and Cordelia just chuckles and says, "Well, I'm given an ability. Why not use it to my advantage?"
Mansion just shakes his head, and a sound of a car entering the property catches their attention. Then two men get out of the car with a petite girl in their tight grip, the girl yelling in frustration.
Cordelia then looks back at Mansion and smiles, "I got to check it out. It might be my new patient," the man just nods as he stands up and goes to his shed.
As she humanly runs as possible, she sees the girl being strapped in a straitjacket and got pulled towards the stairs, and Cordelia just frowns.
They shouldn't be treated like that. Even if something is different with them, they are still living and breathing humans with emotions.
She heads towards the front desk. She takes the clipboard seeing that it's still a blank page. She looks at Ginny, who is currently assigned at the front desk at this hour, and asks, "What's the new patient's synopsis?"
"Poor girl was checked in by her own father, who said that she can see visions of the future," Ginny answers, and Cordelia raises an eyebrow at her, intrigued, fascinated, and curious at the same time.
"Really now?" Cordelia asks curiously as she looks at the statement of the girl's father who said that she is recorded to be dead the moment the girl enters the asylum, and Cordelia just sighs.
"Really," Ginny agrees, not really believing that the girl who was yelling that she was not supposed to be here could really see visions of the future.
"Who's assigned to examine her?" Cordelia asks.
"Dr. Hughes and Nurse Flores," Ginny answers, and Cordelia just frowns. She is hoping that she's going to be the nurse that is assigned to take care of the girl and that maybe she can test her so-called visions of the future.
"What's her name?" Cordelia asks.
"Mary, Mary Alice Brandon."
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