Here's a little bit more of our writing. If it doesn't make any sense here's the first part Brylynn's View
In the short time I have been working at S.M.R. I have seen my share of deaths, maybe more than one person should, but I knew it would happen going into this field. Also, by doing so I knew that I could help those others deemed as “unworthy.” The little blonde girl in room 102 is one of my latest patients. Like all the other younger patients, I have high hopes that she will pull through the treatment. As most of our younger vampires frequently do.
This is something Dr. Sizemore and I have been working on. We are trying to understand why the serum seems to take easier with younger vampire blood. Sadly, this case took a turn for the worse. As Dr. Sizemore studies the young vampire, he has the look I know all too well. As much as he wants the girl to live, we both know it isn’t going to happen. The serum and sedative has done more damage to the girls body than good. But the good ‘ole Dr won’t give up, he’ll try anything to “save” the girl if it means giving this child her life back and a child back to her parents.
“Dr. Castle, there’s one other option, but it could be tricky with her.” I look at him, about to ask what he’s talking about when the girl stops struggling and the monitor flat lines. We are too late. When these deaths happen Dr. Sizemore is not the one to stand around for too long and mourn. He always says “For every one we lose, there are four others that we save.”
“Dr. Sizemore….” Before I can finish my sentence he’s heading out of the room.
“Dr. Castle.” That’s all he needs to say. Those two words with his tone of voice is enough for me to know this conversation is intended for closed office talk between him and I only. I proceed to follow him, but not before glancing back at my nurses. Looking over at Brylynn I can see she’s saddened. Her eyes always give her away, and not just when she cries. To me, she seems like she wants to save the world one vampire at a time. That’s a lot for one person, but I admire her for it.
Noticing Wendy who, throughout everything that just happened, is calm. Even though I know it has to have broken her heart, for not being as fond of vampires, she shows more compassion for them than the rest of us do at times.
I have learned the hard way that a lot of people don’t feel the same way the staff here at S.M.R feels. These patients are people regardless of what the news and media call them. Passing the guards on my way out, I nod to them. “Evening ya’ll.” They return the gesture. Julian (I believe that’s his name) even replies, “Same to you Dr. Castle.” as he walks over to Brylynn. I leave the room and head down the hall to find Dr. Sizemore. The man just disappears sometimes.
It’s about 8:30pm now, the time most of the vampires are waking up. Some stay holed up in their rooms for fear of what they might do, others are out and about the Center.
On my way to find Avery (Dr. Sizemore), I stop in on a few of my other patients rooms to check on them.
In room 113, I have an older gentleman around the age of 50. Knocking on his door and announcing that it’s just me, Dr. Castle has become a routine with him. Some patients are not eager to have new faces in their rooms.
“Dr, come in.” he says.
Opening the door, I look around the pitch dark room. All I can see is his outline sitting in the chair by his window.
“Is it alright to turn on the light Mr. Clem?” as I stumble my way over to the side table with the lamp on it.
“If you wish… I shall not stop you.” He sits perfectly still in his chair. Fumbling with the lamp, I finally manage to turn it on and look over at the older Vampire.
“Mr. Clem, are you reading in the dark?”
I shouldn’t be surprised, knowing all too well that vampires have extraordinary abilities. One of which is having perfect vision in the dark.
“Yes, Dr. sadly I am. It’s amazing what you learn from books when you read them over and over again.” He sets the book on his lap and continues on, “I’ve spent most my life teaching history to the kids. You would think I’d know everything there is, but I don’t.” His voice trails off.
Glancing at his gray thinning hair, hazel eyes, his bushy gray eyebrows, the mustache that looks like the K.F.C mascot. He has the look of a History teacher down precisely.
“I’m sure you were a great teacher Sir. Those kids were lucky to have you as one.” I can spot the signs of depression easily, and he’s extremely close to that state.
“Yes, I suppose, but those kids compared me to all the younger, hip teachers the schools brought in. The students didn’t know any better and just didn’t care about history. Especially the way I taught it.”
I sit at the foot of his bed rubbing my chin with my hand. I consider what to say next, not wanting to push it too far. “Well that school has no idea what an intelligent man you are. It’s their loss.” I smile awkwardly at him.
Mr. Clem looks at me in an almost regretful way. “Well, we all do stupid things that in the end only make things worse. Don’t you forget that Dr. Castle.” His eyes return to his book that he picks up from his lap. Contemplating what he meant by that, I move from the bed. Was he trying to tell me more of his story? All I know about him is the little bit of information in his file, but I don’t see how it’s relevant to what we just talked about.
“Yes, Mr. Clem?”
“Could you please get the light? It would be greatly appreciated.”
“Yes, Sir.” I walk to the night stand and turn the light off , only to stumbled my way back to the door. I take one last look at him before shutting the door.
Passing the patients in the hallways, I always get nods, what’s ups, hellos, and how are you’s which is always nice. Even if they’re not my patients, most of them know me. I can honestly tell that a few of the female patients and nurses here have a thing for me by the way they look at me. I know because “watching” people is somewhat of a hobby for me, my way of learning about them. Maybe it’s a doctor thing because I’ve noticed Dr. Sizemore and a few others doing it too. Anyways, I try not to think too much about the female admirers. Back home in Texas in my younger years, I was more careless. The girls always took an interest in me, possibly because I wore a fancy white coat and my name tag began with “Dr.” so I had my fair share of girlfriends. It never worked out with any of them. All the attention made me very arrogant and it ruined relationships, or maybe it was the fact that I had more than one relationship going at a time. So I’m trying to work on it, trying to leave that part of me back in Texas. Now I like to think I’ve grown up some, but no ones perfect. Secretly rendezvousing with the nearly underage receptionist may be considered nearly illegal.
“Oh, Doctor?’ Turning around, my eyes catch glimpse of the girl on my mind.
As she stands there looking perfect, I smile at her “Allison, you’re here late.”
She grins, “Yes, I figured I could use a few extra hours and since my favorite doctor is working tonight it would be a bonus. Don’t you agree?”
I can’t help but smile. “Yes, I believe that is what they would call a bonus.”
Allison walks over and kisses me on the cheek, “So what is on our agenda for tonight?”
I shake my head, “Ally, we have the schedule worked out already. Nurse Brylynn is the one on my rotation tonight, but you can do me a favor and go see if she has the paperwork done for Kelly Baker and bring it to me. I’ll be in Dr. Sizemore’s office.”
Yet to get my own office, I share one with Avery, which is fine. I’ve learned a lot by sharing a space with man responsible for rehabilitating our world.
“Fine.” Allison stomps off towards the nurses’ station.
“Thank you Ally.” Finding it hard to decipher whether she’s too far down the hall to hear or she’s ignoring me, my guess is the second. Allison is one of those girls that’s used to getting her way and when she doesn’t, I find myself spending a lot of time apologizing or forking out money for an expensive gift.
I walk down the long maze of hallways in the building towards the stairs. I hate elevators and try to avoid them at all cost. The music that plays in elevators is eerie and depressing like something that should be played at a funeral. They are also padded in white leather so if a “patient” gets out of control, no one gets hurt but the walls just make me feel claustrophobic. When reaching the stairs, I find myself taking them two at a time. I’m so ready to lock myself in the office and relax for a bit, and perhaps talk to Avery.
Twisting the door knob, I find it’s still locked. Guess my talk with him will have to wait and I unlock the door . Inside the office is dark and quiet. Flipping on the lights, I toss my keys on my tiny desk and sit down. Realizing the clutter, I should probably develop an organizational plan. I have my laptop, piles of paperwork that I should probably get to, pictures of my family back home, pens, pencils, my U of A coffee mug, one of those big paperclip paperweight things, the walkie-talkie all the doctors have, and some other odds and ends.
Just as I’m about to pull some files out and work on them, I hear over the walkie that the VA has just brought in a new patient. A male, 26 years of age. This vampire’s definitely going to be one of my patients. Not that any other doctor couldn’t be his I guess, but they always tend to stick me with the ones closer to my age or younger. Its easier for us to get the vampires to talk if they have someone who could relate to them better.
Needless to say, the files will remain on my desk begging to be worked on. I grab my walkie and head out of the office, locking the door behind me.
This is as far as we've gotten. I've written a few other parts for my characters. That go along with this story That I might put up depending on what people think. As well as things I've started for other stories. I'm very much a character oriented person. I enjoy writing the characters histories.