~~~ 4 ~~~


    “Morning, Donny.” Phillip said as he entered the small office, catching me off guard while I was greedily swallowing half-chewed pieces of my only planned meal for the day - an apple.


    This was the worst scenario possible, at least for me. I hated when people saw me eating, judging me with their eyes. Eating was hard and challenging enough, I didn’t need people to feel disgusted by looking at me - I felt more than enough disgust toward myself.


    I almost choked: “Morning!” I managed, swallowing down the piece and promising myself to chuck the rest of the apple away because I was just disgusting.


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    “Had a good few days off?” he asked, flashing me with a smile and taking a seat next to me.


    “As always.” I said, sneakily hiding the apple below the desk where he wouldn’t be able to see it; “You know that I would pick up more shifts if I could.”.


    “I know.” he returned; “How’s uni going?”.


    “Good.” I half lied.


    “Okay.” he said and picked up the fat file that sat on the desk some space away from him: “You ready?”.


    I pulled out my sheet and a notebook: “Jup.”.


    He opened the file and started going through a list of the residents of the nursing home, letting me know how each did for the past few days and that night, making sure that I was up to date with everything. After all, a nurse should know everything to ensure that the residents are getting the best treatment possible.