There was no response. Nancy sighed. Maybe he wasn't in. Maybe he didn't want to talk. She wasn't sure. Another nurse had informed her that there were some papers she needed to sign. Documents committing to confidentiality or something like that. Apparently there were levels of these documents new employees had to sign due to the nature of the patients, and she had no idea who it was she needed to see to get the forms from. There didn't seem to be any administrative assistants in this place. She hoped the other nurses weren't just hazing her in some weird fashion. They didn't seem like the kind of people with a sense of humor, though, so it seemed unlikely.

[i]That's unfair.[/i] She told herself. [i]They probably just try to keep things professional here. Who knows what they're like socially?[/i] 

She glanced down at her watch. Breakfast was well under way. Nancy rolled her eyes, determining to come back later and figure out what the story about these forms was. Now, though, she had to get the morning medication ready. Most of the pills had to be taken with food, and she was apparently the best on staff at sorting the pills.

[i]Yeah, right. More like no one else wants to do it.[/i] Nancy's back pain was causing her sour mood to boil over, no matter how hard she tried to contain it. And sorting pills was tedious, boring work. So was making sure they were taken. She had to look in the mouth of every. Single. Patient. Multiple times a day.

She hurried down to the mess hall and entered into the little pharmacy right next to the doors. Inside it was a small room with shelves of pill bottles, trays, and tiny paper cups. A binder kept a one-sheet log of every single patient, including a picture, what pills at what dosage needed to be taken with what meals. The pages had to be updated every time a patient met with a doctor, just in case the prescriptions had changed. It was a huge binder, all in alphabetical order. Of course, the patients never came up in that order, just making everything that much harder to handle. Breakfast had only just started, really, and thankfully the overnight crew helped out by getting the breakfast pills as sorted as they could. Last night they had gotten them mostly done. It must have been a quiet night.

She smiled, her mood lifting a little a this favor, and she arranged the pills in the paper cups. They reminded her of the ones she would put ketchup in at the Braum's, her grandfather's traditional birthday restaurant. 

Nancy took a moment to ready herself, and unlatched the sliding metal grate that secured the tiny pharmacy at night. Her back yelped in protest, but it was over in a second and now she could just wait for the patients to come get their meds.