patient name- (y/n) (l/n)
patient number- 46
patient birthyear- 1986
patient gender- female
room number- 12
meal plan- today: toast, fruit and milk
Peanut butter sandwich and water
Chicken nuggets and broccoli and water

I look at today's meal and see how plain the meal is... I can't add anything to it because my job will be at risk... I feel bad for how plain it is... nobody deserves this horrible of a meal.

I put the food onto her beaten up tray. She has hit herself and others with it before... and we don't have enough to buy one that won't dent.

"Hey I'm going into 46's room to give her food. Will you guard?" I ask Jay, he works as a guard here and is also my next door neighbor.

"Yeah. I still can't believe you got this promotion. The new management must not know you were there during her first outburst." Jay shakes his head.

"Well... Being there and watching is different. I didn't watch you know." I roll my eyes. I'm lying... I watched. I watched every second of the last carers painful death. And it's shameful but I enjoyed it... I found it exhilarating.

I can say without a doubt that... I found it arousing... the blood everywhere. And not to mention the look in her eyes. That's what got me obsessed with her case and I've memorized every detail...

"Right... hurry and feed her. I have another patient to watch at 1:00." Jay unlocks her door for me and holds it open. I glance at the clock... 30 minutes with her. That's enough