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Most heartless people have a heart, they’ll just do anything to protect their heart even if it means that they have to break yours.

"What do you mean we don’t have to pay?" Gabe questioned raising an eyebrow, "I don’t have medical insurance and my band is paying for this out of pocket and gig money." He said to the man, "It isn’t cheep being here, but they wanted me to get better you know?" He questioned, "Anyway, Gabe Carina, thank you for the welcome." The man replied shaking the others hand. 

"Right, too bad." Remus shrugged his shoulders; He did have an medical insurance, so he didn't really care ending up in an asylum again. "You're in a band? Must be all roses for you then. What are you trying to cure yourself of? Drug addiction?" Remus asked, ignoring the 'nice to meet you' that usually followed introductions. 

"Holy shit." Gabe muttered as he entered the hospital looking around, "This place is off the hook!  Puts little Jersey into perspective." He chuckled, "But, Jersey is so much better.” He decided, placing his hands in his pockets, walking into the building.

"Well, I wouldn't really complain. At least you don't need to pay for anything." Remus spoke to the new arrival while writing programs for the lazy ass guards in the hospital. He finished the paper with a signature before giving the orders to the receptionist, then he walked over to the new guy. "Remus Harper, fitness instructor. Welcome to Thornewood." He reached his hand out for a handshake, polite as ever.

"In a way, we’re all doomed, yes - but we may as well prolong our survival a little bit longer," Kaiden pointed out calmly, his tongue swiping at his upper lip as he cocked his head; purely out of habit. "Good guess." Smiling broadly, he nodded. "It is, actually. And, ha, to some extent.” As he chuckled, his eyes shifted from Thornewood to Remus’ eyes. “A lot of the patients seem to dread exercise.”

"Why?" was the only question Remus asked first; He didn't want to live very long but still didn't want to take his own life. An optimist, this guy, how annoying. But what wouldn't annoy Remus. He did although listen to the man calmly, nodding at appropriate parts and cracking a vague smile when he mentioned wanting to be an musician. But his mind had caught on one thing; 

Grey pulled her sneakers on as quickly as she could and made her way over to the treadmill furthest from the man. She had just stepped on and was about to start the machine when she heard him talking again. Oh crap. “I um..” she started before he continued, quickly shutting her mouth as he spoke again. She took a deep breath as she glanced him over, thinking a little before speaking. “The nurses aren’t going to be checking this late.” she shrugged, fidgeting with her headphones. “I’m not going to be that long I promise. You won’t get in trouble.” There didn’t seem to be a point in lying, maybe he would appreciate her being honest, not likely but there was a chance. 

"I better not get in trouble, I didn't travel this far to get fired for some stupid ..." He lowered his voice so she wouldn't hear his little outburst. But he took a deep breath and calmed down a little so he could concentrate  on doing his job anyway. He knew she didn't want to talk, he could see it on her face, but he still had to find out who she was so he could deny her ever being there. "Alright, what's your name? I need to know who uses the equipment here so if it breaks, I have someone to turn to for answers. Security reasons." He offered her a smile and put on a hoodie he had grabbed along, just if the girl had some freaky triggers and would freak out of he was half naked.

"Well I would teach her that but murdering people, yeah it kinda gets you in here. I don’t want her in here." She said speaking through her teeth. 

"You don't want your daughter to be close to you? I don't mean to come off rude..." Yes you do. "But if I had a child, I'd much rather she had a roof over her head and every free service there is, instead of living in the streets, which usually leads to prostitution. But how you parent is not my business, please, continue." Remus tilted his head back a tad and had that very vague smile on his face.

Tracey’s cheeks heated up as she laughed sheepsihly. She ran a hand through her hair and smiled. “Oh god, sorry. I guess I’ve lost a lot more sleep than I thought,” she said with a laugh. She quickly covered up a yawn, blushing again. “Wow, yeah, I need sleep. Sorry.”

"It's okay, these things happen." He waved it off and shook his head when she apologized again. "I guess it's a good thing you get new people very day? Must be an popular place." He spoke politely, not exactly sure how to actually hold and conversation. He was more of an listener.

"Oh, that’s probably because it shouldn’t be used as an excuse. In my point of view." Elena gave Remus a faint, albeit genuine, smile as she swept her hair over to one shoulder out of habit. "I simply thought it’d be appropriate to bring it up with you, seeing as you’re the fitness instructor. Otherwise, I don’t think Anemia would be normally brought up at all." Elena closed her eyes, the smile still lingering, as she nodded. "I’ll bear that in mind. And early in the morning’s alright too, isn’t it?" Her brown hues fluttered open. "Unpopular opinion, but, I actually do like mornings.”

"You have an good attitude, I have to say. And thank you for bringing it up, it helps me if something happens to you in the gym." He spoke honestly, and in his own personal opinion, he never wanted anyone to use their illness as an excuse. But the doctors always did, didn't they? "Yes, morning are fine as well. The patients are awoken at six am, and breakfast is served at eight am, so between those hours the gym is out of bounds for them. And that's usually when the more active guards work out as well, I would say." He explained and tried to remember what other schedules the patients had. It was difficult to know really, since he had only been there for a couple of days.