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[i]BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP![/i] an alarm began to ring about fifteen or twenty minutes after the date auction bidding was done and over with. Glancing down at the watch on his left wrist, he sighed, “[color=ca8621]Time to go…[/color]” The man mumbled to himself because that meant he had about fifteen minutes to get back to the Sanctuary Medical Center, pick up everything from his office, lock her up, and clock out. He had enough time. 

Without a second of hesitation or another thought the rusty-haired man was on his way out of the festival. Making his way to his vehicle before getting in and starting the large machine up. The man was silently hoping that he really had nothing to do today after work but it was a constant pile on his desk. The people who led before him seemed to get lazy and careless with their organization skills, verifying, archiving, and everything else. It was an overwhelming job with mountains upon mountains of things to do, constantly, continuously, and it was truly never-ending in his eyes. 

Getting to the hospital one of the night nurses greeted him as he smiled with a little wave before heading deeper into the insanity-inducing chromatic colors of the hospital. No comfort. No life. No welcoming energy in this place that looked like it came out of a nineteen-fifties movie. It was almost sickening and weakening to the knees when you thought too hard about it. Gliding past everyone and everything, the doctor was on a mission as he entered one of the biggest office rooms in the building. His office. Doctor Archer Graham was at the side of the door in an introduction to anyone who stood before the portal. A black plaque with gold lettering. 

Closing the door behind him so he could focus on everything he needed to grab before heading home — papers. More papers. There was a stack of papers on his desk, neat and prepped for him to take home. Walking over to his desk, he was surrounded by a chaotic mess of organization. It looked like nothing had been touched in years. It really hasn’t. The leader before him appeared to not care about the office's condition or anything to do with it. Archer was planning on cleaning it up more and more, he has been, but it was never-ending. They always brought him more and more. “[color=ca8621]You will get your happy ever after,[/color]” Teasing himself, which put a smile on his face as he gathered all the papers he could into his leather work bag. “[color=ca8621]Time to go,[/color]” The doctor said more confidently this time as he walked out of his office, turning off the light, and turning around. Locking her up. “[color=ca8621]Till we meet again.[/color]” Saying farewell to his office before going down the hall and getting to the time sheets and stamp place. There were not even any automatic clock-ins or outs. They all had to be manually done except for when you placed your time card into the machine, it would print out the exact time onto the time card which was used for two weeks. 

Clocking out meant he was free for the night and he was on his way. He said farewell to the understaffed hospital before getting back into his running vehicle and heading home. It was roughly about half an hour to an hour outside of Sanctuary, by a lake, and he was in the middle of nowhere. It was peaceful but lonely. 

Getting through that front door with that heavy leather bag at his side was relieving, a gratified sigh could be heard as the heavy door shut and locked behind him. “[color=ca8621]Home sweet home![/color]” Screeching out as he decided he would get right to work and skip dinner. Who needed to eat anyway? The man went up to the second floor and turned on the office light before entering the larger room with plenty of natural lighting but it was night, so he needed the artificial light for the time being. He turned on the lamp that sat on his desk as well. Opening his leather bag and putting the stack of papers on the desk, he realized something and smiled. People were applying for nursing positions. There were a few. 

Picking up the first one on the stack of papers, [b][i]Anastasia Clarke[/i][/b], and he sat that resume at the center of his desk. Archer was going to get a cup of tea first. 
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