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Welcome to South Pacific Private!
We are a comprehensive health center for the treatment of behavioral health and neurologic disorders. We offer
*Basic Mental Health Services
*Mild to Severe Psychological Disorders
List of Mental Disorders
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Finally out of Solitary!
Piotr faced the infirmary window with a worried expression on his face that might be mistaken for a dull sadness. The thin infirmary blanket, which was far too small for Piotr to actually call a blanket, was thrown over his back to keep warm as he gazed out the window into the soft snowy light that drifted in through the frosty pane. It was early in the morning and a pleasant, reassuring quiet had fallen over South Pacific Private.
The morning after the storm. It rang with comforting silence.
Piotr nodded to himself, as if in silent approval of such a peaceful quietness. The bed he sat upon sagged slightly under his weight as he watched a single, singing bird dart past the opening, it's bright jacket of color a stark contrast against the grey, winter clouds that hovered lazily in the sky like the smoke in the nurse's lounge.
He didn't really know what bird it was. Only that he liked it, smiling stupidly as it passed.
The rest of the infirmary seemed largely vacant, lit by that one large window and a desk lamp sitting upon a desk in the corner. there it illuminated the one man who had taken over the station when the night nurse went home after her shift. This orderly thumbed absently through a car magazine, pausing every so often to glance at Piotr.
Despite such uneasy looks, Piotr was rather enjoying a morning outside that cramped, smothering cell of his.
On a small end table next to the daydreaming giant was a clipboard detaililng various ailment he was under observation for in the infirmary followed by a couple surgeon's reports;
3 broken fingers
A fractured rib
Severe chemical burns to his face and chest
A posterior punctured lung sustained by repeated stabbings of a hypodermic needle
1 broken tooth
Hematuria and bladder bruising
It went on from there ...
Piotr could not read the language printed there, but he was fairly certain it was something wrong with him as he glanced unhappily at the catheter (a translucent, reddish snake) that uncoiled from the bloody bag hooked to the cot and looped its way under his dressing gown.
Piotr pulled his bruised head away from the window as he heard the brisk footsteps that entered into the room.
"Mornin' Piotr. Happy to be out of solitary?"
Piotr winced slightly, though not from any pain he should be feeling. more likely from mental distress as he slowly wrapped his head around what was said. He was certain he had seen this nurse before. Down in the bad cell. but it all seemed rather ... hazy. like watching a television that was really far away.
Piotr just sorta nodded along with the nurse-he-knew-but-did-not-know. Trying to at least make it seem like he knew everything that was being said.
"dzień dobry" came his native tongue.
Piotr paused for a moment with widening eyes, aware of what he had done and then, much slower, repeated, "Goood more-ning"
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Miranda blinked as she took in his appearance. She was pretty sure he hadn't looked like that when he'd been brought out of solitary. How odd. She noted the pained look on his face as he turned to face her and winced slightly at his bruised face. That looked painful, or it would have if he were capable of feeling pain. She figured he was probably having a difficult time focusing if his face was anything to go by. She wandered how that had happened. She doubted any of the staff would have done this to him, mostly because he was a veritable giant and most were too wary around him to even think of trying to hurt him.
"You look a mess. What happened?" She asked matter-of-factly as she set the tray down beside his bed. She wasn't fazed in the slightest when he slipped into his native Polish. She was used to it, truth be told. What she was worried about, however, was the fact that he looked as if he was having a hard time recognizing her. He may not feel pain but a concussion would still affect him, and judging from the bruising on his face. "Are you okay, Piotr? You look a bit..off."
"At any rate, you're being moved out of solitary, finally." Miranda tended to talk a lot when she was around other people, and he was no exception even if he didn't understand everything she said very well.
She picked up the report by his bedside. She was slightly worried, as she read down the list, that she had brought completely inappropriate food for him. Chewing on her lip, she frowned slightly. There was nothing here that she could see that required special food requirements other than the missing tooth. "Well, dig in." She said as she waved her hand at the tray she had set down. She didn't see any particular food requirements on it so she assumed it was safe to feed him.
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