MS sat in a large chair her feet on the bed, it wasn't like her bed at home the hospital sheets were rough and smelt like they had been dipped in disinfectant and dried it till it became stiff and uncomfortable. She looked at the nurses go through her boxes of stuff that her parents had frantically packed as soon as they had discussed with MS what was happening of course she got upset and angry that they literally pushed her into an ambulance to be transferred to the hospital, MS blacked out not knowing what was happening until she woke up a few hours ago in a room that she had been assigned to. The room was plain with a single chair that sunk into itself when sat on the bed wasn't that bed and MS didn't weigh that much so hopefully she wouldn't end up on the floor or emplaned on some rusty springs halfway through the night.

The nurses seemed to pick out items that they classed as dangerous a few razors and broken plastic cutlery, one nurse looked at her as if accusing her of knowing she put the razors in the hidden compartments in her clothes, Rix was clever at hiding items from MS often making hidden compartments in her shoes and clothes. MS hated it when Rix would do things like that or when she would wake up with cuts all over her arms or choking on water in the bathroom.

"Don't look at me like that. Does it look like I knew that I hid them there!" she spoke her voice raising in anger her hands clenching, she breathed out slowly "Sorry" she mumbled relaxing quickly. MS could hold back 'Kelly' easily but if she broke through, MS was dangerous and unreasonable.

"Everything else is fine you can sort everything out now" The nurse said placing the razors and sharp objects into a box that would be destroyed later. "Thanks" MS replied as she walked over to the boxes putting her clothes by the wardrobe to be put away later she pulled out his box of toys.

Dr Lillismolly had just arrived at the hospital. As she walked through reception she saw the staff room was empty, this could mean several things. One of the patients had got a hold of something sharp, or had attacked another patient or member of staff, or the least likely of the options: they had a new patient.

New patients always made Dr Rix sad. It upset some of the other inmates and backtracked any progress she'd made with them. She also pitied the poor soul who was so beyond help that they ended up here. Dr Rix had only worked here for two years. She had spent eight years earning her degree after she'd left college. Now at the age of twenty-eight she was only just starting to do all the normal adult things like paying a mortgage and being taxed on everything but the air that she breathed. She was stressed, the hours were hard and she didn't get paid anywhere near as much as other Doctors of Psychology that she had trained with. Her wage wasn't small, but it wasn't enough to live comfortably in her two-bedroom semi-detached without panicking about payments and wondering whether she'll be able to afford petrol this month.

She headed to her office with a quicker determination than usual, if no one was in the staffroom they could need her help. She dumped her bag and then took off her shoes. (Nearly all of the patients were bare-foot or in soft indoor slippers, and she felt uncomfortable tottering around in her heels, looking at their bare feet). She put her shoes in her 'outdoor' cabinet that contained her handbag also, and then locked it with the eight-digit-required padlock.

Just as she stepped out of the office she saw one of the nurses. A quick observation told her it wasn't the first two options. Her hair wasn't a mess, her cheeks weren't flushed and her eyes weren't bright with fear. Which meant...

"A new patient?" She paused but didn't wait for confirmation. "Come in and tell me about them."

Giving a soft sigh as she entered the office she didn’t bother sitting down as being a nurse having your whit’s about you was part of the job so staying of your feet was a necessity. Handing a small file to LillisMolly she spoke "Her name is MS seventeen years old, she arrived a few hours ago sedated by medical personnel, an extremely angry outburst breaking anything she could kick or punch including her own parents, as well as self-harming and depression. She’s awake now and seems much calmer. We removed a number of items that could cause harm razors, bits of sharp plastic. All of them hidden from view in clothes or shoes. Her parents cannot cope with her anymore they’ve tried talking and medication but nothings worked. This is MS's last resort. The local doctor labelled her as a multiple personality. We are not as yet clear as to how many personalities she may have if this is correct but she’s sitting on the floor in room 14 playing with toys cars”

The nurse explained gesturing her hand down the corridor to room 14. She adjusted her uniform slightly although it was bound to become even more creased at the end of the day especially if she had to wrestle a patient to the ground or stop an attempted suicide.

Dr LillisMolly sighed. A multiple personality. The fact that the local Doctor had called it this alone put her in doubt. It's professional name was Dissociative Identity Disorder, then again maybe the Doctor had dumbed it down for MS's parents. Dr LillisMolly ran her lectures through her head and decided on a plan. A seventeen year old girl playing with toys likely meant that at least one of the personalities was young. That and the kicking and punching personality made at least two, which was of course, the bare minimum for a diagnosis. One of the two could be MS's true personality however.

The easiest way to know how many personalities there were would be to ask. But an unfortunate effect of DID was that the patient didn't remember the other personality having control. However one of the symptoms was hearing voices. Some psychologists are certain that these voices are the other personality or personalities. Research hadn't been conclusive. She had a reel of questions ready to fire at the Nurse but realised she wouldn't know. So instead she got out a pad of paper and with a pencil wrote a common cause of DID and three symptoms she was curious to see if MS presented.

- Abused as a child?

- Unexplainable phobias?

- Loss of subjective time?

- Psuedo seizures?

Ripping the paper off the pad she folded it up with a sharp fold across the middle and put it in MS's disappointingly bare file. She opened the drawer to the left of her chair and put the folder at the front. mentally making a second list in her head to record all of MS's personalities and to get as much information about his past as he was comfortable giving. She'd never had a DID patient to deal with on her own. When she'd shadowed a Doctor of Psychology years ago one of his patients had had the disorder, she added 'always ask who I'm speaking to' to the list, recalling a time when the Doctor had said good morning and the name of the patient only for the patient to become distraught at him saying the wrong name. She frowned.

"Is she settled enough to talk to me now?" She asked.