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his forehead in mock frustration. “Oh man! I can not believe you don't know this.” He set my bag back up on the bed and looked at me with pity in his increasingly beautiful brown eyes. “You call yourself educated and you don't know A Fistful of Dollars?”
                “I don't call myself that.” I replied stiffly
                “Why not? What's wrong with you?” Nic plunked one elbow up onto the bed and propped his head into his hand. His brown eyes stared at me with such intensity I had to look away. I didn't owe him the story of my life. I slunk into the bed and played with the TV remote.
                “No reason, forget it.” I found some dull reality show and pretended to watch
                “Come on, talk.” he tugged on my covers and waited. I didn't pay any attention to him. “Or, if you're not going to talk I could take a trip down to room 245. I think it's almost sponge bath time for Ms. Hartman.”
                “You wouldn't.” I glanced at him
                “Ohhh I would.” He backed away from my bed and made for the door. He got to the opening and I was about to call him back when a nurse stepped through him. He faded and her movement sent wisps of him swirling into the air. It was the Burnt Out nurse, she peeked across the floor and scanned under the bed. When she caught sight of my purse sitting on the bed with all its contents she placed both hands on her hips.
                “Ms. Tern” I cringed, I knew what was coming. “You HAVE TO stay in bed. Dr. Swaresh...”
                And just like that, the Dr. walked into the room as if he had heard his name being called. He swept his warm eyes across the room and gave me a curious stare.
                “Dr. Swaresh, this lady refuses to stay in bed. I don't know what more I can do with her.” she threw up her hands and stormed out of the room. I was happy that she had left, what a cranky woman. That also meant the Dr. and I would have the room to ourselves, or at least I hoped we would. Nic hadn't come back since the nurse walked through him. I didn't worry about him, I mean what could happen to a ghost? That's when I noticed the doctor wasn't alone. Behind him stood a small woman in her mid fifties, tight bun rolled up her salt and pepper red hair and silver spectacles perched on her nose just at the bottom. I instantly longed to push them up for her. She clutched a thin folder and with one deft move flipped it open, one handed, and began taking notes inside it. She didn't even slow down from walking into the room.
                “Samantha, this is Dr. Ilyena Gannushkin. She is our chief psychiatric officer.” Dr. Swaresh introduced the small woman who suddenly seemed a whole lot more threatening than just a moment before.
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                “Good afternoon, Ms. Tern.” her words rolled out together in a mix of accents. Maybe Russian, Polish or something like that. I'd seen a few spy movies.
                “Hello, Dr. Ganyu...Ganyushky...” I stumbled over the foreign name and silently berated myself for not being more worldly.
                “Please, call me Ilyena” her smile sat behind those metal spectacles and didn't get much further than the end of her nose.
                “Something I can do for you?” I was already nervous that he'd brought in a psychiatrist, it had only been 3 minutes and already my palms were swamped.
                “Oh no, Samantha. It's what I can do for you that I'm interested in.” That smile peeked out from under her nose again. “How have you been feeling?”
                It was the one question everyone asked. Every nurse, every housekeeper, every doctor....how are you feeling? Made me want to scream when I heard it. I decided not to scream at the nice doctor lady, I thought she would take it poorly.