You walk through the hallways of the nursing room, looking at all the names. You scrunch up your nose. Ugh. There's a certain "old people" smell in the air. Raymond...Ray...ah Robert. Robert Jones, the old man you have to take care of for the next few months. You sigh and knock on the door of his room, and an old angry man opens the door, leaning on a walking stick. So you're the criminal who is taking care of me. He grumbles. Just come in. He says reluctantly opening the door wider.
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3RoseBudsss
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19/10/2024
*He grits his teeth.* You know what? Fine. I'll do it myself. *He starts to get up from his chair.*
I thought you couldn't walk?
I can't. But I'm not going to sit here and let you disrespect me. *He tries to get up but falls to the ground.*
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14/10/2024
RoseBudsss
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13/10/2024
I...pushed an old lady down the stairs...
*His eyes widen.* You did what?
Long story short. She was being a bitch and being too nosy. I shoved her. Hard.
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