Benjamin frowned at Ray, it was odd she was so unresponsive. But first things first, Ari needed help. He went to the emergency button and pressed it. It didn't take long for the first nurse to arrive, it was Tiffany again. A doctor arrived soon after.
"Oh, hey," Benjamin said. "Ray is having difficulties breathing, she says it hurts. It could be the meds."
As the doctor moved in to examine Ray, Tiffany looked at Benjamin. "How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Headache," he said.
"And have you been seeing anything since you took them?"
He glanced at Ray, sitting on the bed. "Check my file, I never said I saw things all the time. But right now I don't see things I'm not supposed to see."
Marc got the hint of not going deeper into what Sara had said and nodded. "It was nice working there, the regular department was a blessing. Working with older people was a joy. The closed department was tough though, I worked with old people with dementia or other mental illnesses. I got shouted at, hit, mistaken for a son or a grandson. It never got easy, but it was fulfilling in a way." He paused as he drank from the tea. "But it was always the end of the line, we took care of them to make their last years as pleasant as possible. I hope that where I work now I can contribute to getting people back to health and see them leave through the front door."
"Oh, hey," Benjamin said. "Ray is having difficulties breathing, she says it hurts. It could be the meds."
As the doctor moved in to examine Ray, Tiffany looked at Benjamin. "How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Headache," he said.
"And have you been seeing anything since you took them?"
He glanced at Ray, sitting on the bed. "Check my file, I never said I saw things all the time. But right now I don't see things I'm not supposed to see."
Marc got the hint of not going deeper into what Sara had said and nodded. "It was nice working there, the regular department was a blessing. Working with older people was a joy. The closed department was tough though, I worked with old people with dementia or other mental illnesses. I got shouted at, hit, mistaken for a son or a grandson. It never got easy, but it was fulfilling in a way." He paused as he drank from the tea. "But it was always the end of the line, we took care of them to make their last years as pleasant as possible. I hope that where I work now I can contribute to getting people back to health and see them leave through the front door."