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It must be love (Zacki & Beautiful Disgrace)

Zacki

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Jun 8, 2012
St. Joseph's Veterans Mental Health and Wellness Facility. An island based facility off the east coast, which was an hour's boat ride away from New York, it was a green and healthy island facility which was fairly self-contained, and where many survivors of recent wars were sent for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The facility itself was about a mile long, with a single floor and basement floor, and the island was two miles long, including land space for housing and other services.

In this facility, in one of the north-most rooms facing the east sat a man wearing a white collared shirt and black slacks, by the name of Jacob Collins. Sipping hot tea, the American gentleman looked outside at the oceans and horizon with a distant stare, staring through bars over the window. Jacob had short black hair, with dark eyes - his Spanish heritage from his father's side of the family gave him tan skin, though it was quite pale from how rarely he stepped out of the facility. Jacob was a veteran of the Afghan conflict, whom came home quite affected and with a severe case of PTSD.

On the other hand, the reason there were bars over the window was that once Jacob had gotten home, strangely enough, acquaintances and a member of his family committed suicide, three within the same year. When his girlfriend of six months also committed suicide, there was enough evidence to bring charges against Jacob. Those charges in return exposed Jacob's PTSD, as well as revealed the number of drugs he was taking to relieve it, in which case happened to be sufficient enough to cause him to have blackouts, and some of those blackouts conveniently enough made it difficult to try him for murder or even manslaughter. The final blow came when the Judge ruled that he was unfit to stand trial, and the charges fell apart in the initial stages, citing a lack of evidence. Still, they were enough to ensure that Jacob would be held in a more secure location than perhaps he was warranted.

Jacob's room was sparse - there was a queen sized bed, with a Spartan white sheets, a wooden table and two wooden chairs, one of which Jacob was sitting on, in a relaxed pose, and a small book shelf covered in books. The man looked up at the only object on the walls, which was an old fashioned clock, and read the time. In less than five minutes, the scheduled appointment would come with the nurses. With that known, Jacob's eyes returned to the water….
 
Satella Garnet had been a nurse at St. Joseph's for about a year now. She was not so new that she constantly would mess up, but still new enough to where she wasn't like the other nurses at her job. The ones who were tired and treated all their patients like things. She didn't view them as subhumans, or crazy people. Satella knew that all of these people had a personality inside, a thought process, and a heart. Just like every other human being. She had gotten pushed, grabbed, scratched, and whatever else by these patients, but she knew they couldn't help themselves and so she forgave them.

Because of her happy go lucky attitude, a lot of the patients gravitated towards her. She would talk to them, listen to what they had to say. She never entertained any ideas that might be off the wall, but she listened. Sometimes that just helped calm them down. When they were treated like they were equals, they would calm down. She was especially popular with the male patients. Even under those shapeless scrubs they knew she had a sexy body, with a very generous bust line. Not to mention a pretty young face that almost always had a smile on it. Her skin was lightly tanned, suggesting she enjoyed getting sun. Her dirty blonde hair was always braided and wrapped into a bun to keep it out of the way, lest she'd get some hair pullers. Her green eyes were always filled with brightness opposed to most other nurses that had a very...glassy look to their eyes.

Satella looked at her watch. She had nearly forgotten that she had to visit one of the more secluded mental patients. Those were the ones that were always being watched. The ones that were separated from the others because they had actually might have hurt or killed someone. Even knowing that, Satella never treated them differently. She really did believe that if they just had one person in the world they could talk to and trust, they would start to get better. Slowly, but surely. She had seen patients discharged from here before after rehabilitation. As long as they had a caretaker to make sure they stayed on their meds.

She got a tray and started to gather the medicine prescribed to Jacob Collins. Quite a few of them to treat his PTSD among other things. She poured a glass of orange juice, instead of water. Sometimes something sweet would brighten a patients day. After she gathered everything, she made the long trek over to his room and used her card to unlock it, and she slowly stepped in and let the door closed behind her. "Hey, Jacob. How are you today?" Satella asked as she walked over to the table in the room and placed the tray on the table. As soon as they made eye contact, she gave him a real, genuine smile.
 
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