I was sitting in a big, green armchair in Oliphant house, where she kept her office.
“Boss lady.” I wondered why she kept that sign on her desk? To keep her patients in check? To up her status?
It amused me, that’s what it did. I laughed inside and put up half a smile, which she probably noticed.
“So, Ciara. Have you collected all your belongings?” the lady doctor said.
“What? My belongings?”
“No? Well, that’s okay, we can send for them later. I assume you can give up the key to your apartment?”
“Why?” I asked, blinking like an i***t.
“Well, your first day of voluntary treatment is about to begin. We discussed this before, miss Young.”
I tried to think hard but had no idea what she was talking about.
“This is a hospital for voluntary closed ward treatment, including the one you ap
