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Dwight Walker woke up and wiped his face as he sat on the edge of his beautiful modern bed with satin sheets. He has gotten a new job working in APS (Adult Protection Services). He had no other option but to take that job, since he had no other choice. He used to be a mailman, but his boss saw that he wasn't happy and he got his cousin to recommend Terrence to being in APS. He starts today, and he figured that this was a joke. It took a couple months for them to run a background check and make sure he was liable to look after an adult. He really didn't want to have to watch over an emotionally deranged adult but he needed the money. Today they were giving him choices of an adult to take care of. He got up and showered and then he put on a suit. He slicked back his hair and then he left out the door when he got a call from his ex bosses cousin that gave him the job. He got in his car and he drove up to the building. He looked at the huge building and he took a deep breath as he walked in. "Alright dwight, just walk in and get a strange person and bam, paid thousands weekly." he said to himself as he walked to the front doors.
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He went inside and his ex bosses cousin came up to him. His name was Rick. "Hey Dwight how are you? It's your first day on the job so as we walk I can explain some things." said rick shaking dwights hand as he nodded and walked next to him. "So here at APS, we take the urgent care for having the responsibility of unique adults. Unique as in adults with disorders that make them careless towards themselves, adults who have low self esteem, drug addiction, helpless disorders and more. Those are all situations to where they need supervision, and who else would better provide that supervision than adults?" he said as Dwight looked around as adults that looked young walking out with older people. They held their hands and some had severe disabilities. "You have the decision to pick what adult you will like to supervise. You'll supervise them just as you would with an elderly, some without the need to be bathed and changed into undergarments. This is one of our departments.." Said rick to Dwight as he showed him a hallway. Each room had a patient in them and a card on the outside that had facts about them on it. Each room was decorated how they wanted it and it was clear glass that they could see through. Dwight saw one with a young looking man it in, almost to seem to be about 18, sitting in a corner of a room with black carpet and black and red striped walls. He sat on the floor with his legs crossed and he seemed to be whiepering something. "This is Patrick. He's severely depressed, negative, and he sadly as you can say isn't into religion.." Said rick. "You mean he's worshipping the- "yes.." Said rick as he sighed. "Uh...I think I'll pass.." Said Dwight as they went to the next glass. They saw a young woman with blond hair and she was running around the room nonstop and randomly screaming. "This is Hannah, she's a bit...gone in the head. Severe mental disorder..almost making her psychotic...she's a great singer though.." Said rick. "Sorry...I'll pass.." Said Dwight. Rick shrugged and they walked down the hall more. As rick talked, Dwight looked at the other patients. He saw one in a room full of paint smearing it on the walls quickly. She slipped and dropped a can of paint. It exploded and went all on the ceiling and covering up the glass entirely. She had on a onesie and her hair was in pigtails. "Uh...who is this?" Asked Dwight. "Oh um...this is halloway, cookie halloway.... She doesn't want us to say her real name..she's says it's not really her. This one's not particually up...her disorder may be a bit to complicating for some caregivers. She has as they say "Peter Pan Syndrome". Which is saying she is unable to grow up and act like an adult...she has the mind of a 6 year old. She doesn't take responsibility as you could see." Said rick. As the pink paint slid down off of the glass, cookie stood there smiling and making an embarrassed face as she smiled at them. She walked up to the glass and she traced out 'hi' with her finger and she made an area for her face to show. She smiled and waved at them. Dwight waved back showing a slight grin. He read the personality card for her and it said:
