This Sucks (May)

May walked out of the bathroom and into the main room of her ward, pulling her sleeves down on her jacket. She suddenly laid eyes on a guy she's seen around. He couldn't be much older or younger than she was, and in a way that comforted her. She felt dissociated from her team of doctors, nurses and therapists because they were all in their forties or fifties. Her doctor was just downright creepy. Feeling spontaneously friendly, she decided to sit opposite the guy. It must have been one of the mood swings brought on by her meds.

"It's Chris, isn't it?" She asked as she sat down, pushing her hair behind her ears. Now that she thought about it, she really needed to get it cut.

May smiled, knowing that, in her case, it wasn't that Chris was bad with names. Maybe he was for all she knew, but May knew how to be invisible to others. It was a fine art she'd perfected over the years and she was proud of it. "I'm May." She smiled at him and leant back on her chair. Using her left hand, she twirled a lock of hair in her skeletal fingers. Watching him play with his hands, she could see he was distressed and she tilted her head slightly into her hand as she spoke. "What's wrong?" She asked, eyebrows furrowing together to create a frown. "You look upset."

May sighed, breathing out as she formed the word, "Oh." That, unfortunately, she couldn't help with. There were the rare good ones, she'd had one for a year but then she went off and got transferred to another city. Finding a good doctor in a pool of bad ones was like trying to find a needle in a hay stack, incredibly difficult and extremely tedious. "Yeah, they're not all too great..." To be completely honest, May didn't really know what else to say. There was nothing she could say to cheer him up because she couldn't change his situation.