Red Velvet

St Susanna Nevada; a city, not as famous and prosperous as it's cousin Las Vegas, but more infamous if you will for having a lack of education and school systems, a lack of medical, healthcare or any hospitality what so ever. It's rife with crime - having no orphanages causes children to turn to forms of crime in a means to survive. St Susanna's ignorant and unquilfued government are unable to afford or fund basic needs for the city so it allows it criminals to roam free until the establishment of prisons was introduced. Now it has more prisons and community service centres than actual schools and hospitals which emphasises its lawlessness. St Susanna it truly a modern day Welsh China - a place of anarchy.

More buoyant and prosperous cities and states like California, Arizona and Colorado see to safeguarding St Susanna as much as they possibly can. Police officers in training are sent here to help as much as they possibly can; arresting prisoners, creating secure schooling systems and helping out in overcrowding hospitals like the Hopeful Rose medical centre, the biggest hospital in St Susanna.

Bill was one of the many officers in training to be sent to sort out St Susanna and sent to the Hopeful Rose medical centre for his knowledge of medicine and healthcare. His ability to heal open wounds and tend to broken limbs earned him a small office for himself to examine and treat patients with minor injuries. His office was indeed small and contained nothing more than a bed to examine the patient, a chair for him to sit and a couple draws of medical supplies. Despite Bill having his own office was quite rare for trainees, he exceeded to great lengths and work hours in that confined office.

Bill was probably the most dedicated to his work and had been toiling away in his office for days, examining and treating every minor injury that came through the door which was a lot more people than he had expected. He was probably halfway through his first week when he realised that he hadn't got the best of sleep due to his hours and decided to take a break for a while.

That particular day was oddly quiet in the minor injury compartment and for a moment he got to escape the rooms clutches and stretch his legs in the corridor. The corridor was pure mayhem. Overcrowding was a big issue in these hospitals, especially for one as big and as popular as Hopeful Rose. Some people who often only had to spend a night or a couple of hours in the hospital had to sleep out in the hospital beds that were in the corridor, pushed up against the wall. Their family members either stayed in the waiting room for them as the chairs as well as the beds would have blocked the entrance and exits of scurrying nurses. Bill closed his eyes and listened to the chaos around him which oddly calmed him. No matter how much he avoided or hated social interaction with his fellow officers and teammates (he often thought of them as a distraction to his work especially Jackson Miller who was overly optimistic and eccentric in his methods), he had felt the confination of the room had been cruel and lonely to say the least. It comforted him to know there where other people in the world who were doing the same work as him.

In the distance, among the chaos around him; he could hear a faint wail of a young child or infant. He knew it wasn't uncommon in these areas, but he was slightly nerves by the fact that his senses focused on the sound and the way his instincts kicked in. He decided to check it out.