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Christine yawned and walked into her patient's room.   On the door, it was a picture of a young girl.   Below, in bold letters read, Angela Walker.   Christine smiled at the little girl as she walked into the room.   She was practically her own daughter.

"Good evening Angel.   Are you ready for bed?" She asked sweetly.   Angel didn't look up from the desk.   She was drawing another one of her more or less disturbing drawings.   Normally, they wouldn't allow the kids to have any kind of writing utencil in their rooms, but since she, for some reason, always seemed to have one, they let it slide.   She only drew pictures anyway.   Plus, they were markers, so she wouldn't hurt herself.  

Christine looked over the child's shoulder and smiled.   She'd gotten used to all the strange things Angel drew, so it didn't bother her very much.   She mostly drew things like stuffed rabbits and her old family anyway.  

"Angel, you know it's time for you to at least sit in bed and try to sleep.   Can you do that for me?" Christine asked.   Angel looked at her with large blue eyes.   The saphire orbs looked so pearcing they seemed to look right through a person.   She batted her long eyelashes and nodded, trotting over to her bed.   She burrowed under the covers and returned to the surface, wriggling into the bed for more comfort.  

"Look under my bed Miss Christine?"   Angel asked with a soft whisper.   She never spoke very loudly.

"Sure, I'll look under there." she said, grinning.   She tucked her head under the mattress and brought it up again, shaking her head to show that she'd not found any monsters.   She then combed her fingers through Angel's hair before turning off the light and leaving the room.  

Walking down the hallway, Christine heard a few whimpers coming from the other side of many doors.   She sighed, going to the front desk.   Angel's doctor, and the doctor of half the other kids in the children's wing was standing calmly by the desk, flipping through some notes on some...