They'd taken her clothes away until she agreed to play nice with the younger girls, no more threatening to stab them with pencil leads while they were writing their little letters. She'd only been playing, but they took everything way too seriously here. So until she could wrap one of the junior nurses back round her little finger, she'd be sporting this stylish whist sack of a gown.
It had been a pretty bland kind of week, until the news reached her that there was a new girl, somewhere near her age, somewhere down the hall. Attempted suicide but in denial about it and something unspecific about Gods. Interesting. Josephine turned over ideas of the girl for a couple of days, biding her time and listening to what (the disgustingly smitten) Damien had to say about her, but after a week she was just too bored to stay in her room.
She wandered down the hall at three one afternoon, ignoring the children littering the place, till she found the new girl's door. Folding her bare arms under her breasts, she leaned against the doorframe and smiled. "Hello Renee."
( Circling )