Chapter: Newcomers!

"Damn it, this is cold!" The 18-year-old young woman groaned as she got out of the taxi. She let her gaze wander over the landscape. She stood in the middle of the snow-covered road, which was surrounded by tall trees. To see the tops of the fir trees, she almost had to put her head back on her neck. Apart from the hum of the taxi, nothing could be heard. No bird, no cracking of branches, no wind. "Ung dam?" Said the driver and her head hissed in his direction? "I beg your pardon?" - "Would you like your suitcase, Miss?" She had completely forgotten about him, lost in thought. “Oh, of course.” While he was laboriously pulling the luggage out of the trunk, one saw a person approaching in the distance. With quick steps she approached the taxi and immediately introduced herself. "Hi, my name is Rakel Raske. You must be Viviana." - "Viviana Martines, I am pleased to meet you." Rakel smiled broadly at her and exchanged a few words with the driver in Swedish. Then she handed him some money and thanked him.

Viviana, who had been standing outside for some time, slowly began to tremble. With her hands trembling accordingly, she slipped into her jacket pocket and took out the cigarette and lighter. After such a long drive, she needed a dose of nicotine. Rakel took the newcomer's luggage and took a few steps. "Are you coming? We still have a little bit to walk." - "Tell me, how cold is it right now?" Asked the brown-haired woman and took another drag from her cigarette. “When I started walking from the clinic, it was about 3 degrees below zero.” - “What?” - “Oh, that's still pretty mild for our January. Normally we have an average of about 10 degrees below zero in the first month of the year. "Great, thought Viviana, that only warmed your heart ..." Oh, by the way, call me squeegee. The formalities don't have to be. In the near future you will stay with us for a while and such empty phrases are avoided. "

In the lounge of the Wholesome North clinic, which translates as "healthy north", Maureen was sitting and scribbling with a few pens in her exercise book. But that didn't work so well, as some of them were already quite blunt and could only be sharpened by the staff. The beauty with her white-gray hair suffered from an addiction to harm herself. She was able to call the clinic at home for 2 years because she relapsed several times. In a careless moment of the nurses a week ago, she rammed a freshly sharpened pencil into her arm. Only one plaster reminded of the event. Maureen turned her head to the door when she heard footsteps from the hallway. A young man stepped in and his head of black hair moved her with every move he made. "Hello!" He called to her and came closer. Amazed by the cheerful nature of the stranger, she widened her eyes but shortly afterwards a smile crept onto her lips."Hi, I'm Maureen. Who are you?" She asked him. Normally nobody visited the clinic inmates and if so, especially not in January. "I'm Tobi. I'll start here as a nurse." Tobi returned her smile and grinned broadly back. He caught a glimpse of the booklet before the 18-year-old closed it. "You draw balloons?" - "Yes. I like balloons." Her voice fell and she got up. Her brown eyes briefly looked into his, also brown. Then she looked down and trudged past him. "See you then," he called after her, but it seemed as if she was already out of reach.

In Room 4, a redhead was rolling a joint when Hidan walked in. The 20 year old helped out in the clinic and was, so to speak, the "girl for everything". He often visited his friend Sasori in his room when he was on a break. “Hey dude, you know you are not allowed to do that.” Hidan looked at the door in shock and closed it as a precaution. "Be glad Ra and Ally are not there at the moment. They would turn you into chopped meat ..." Sasori looked up at him and lit the joint. "Calm down. Besides, you were the one who got me the stuff," he said with a grin.

Hidan groaned and looked at the inmate pityingly. "Well, if you're begging for it like that and already half-dead, I can't help it. And that's exactly why I don't want you to just smoke around here! If Ally gets wind of it ..." - "Then I'll answer for it, do it yourself don't piss your pants, man. ", Sasori added the sentence. Funny, he thought, how scared Hidan is when it comes to Ally. He really doesn't want to screw this up. Lost in thought, he shook his head and turned back to the assistant. "Do you want to?" - "I can't, I'm on shift ..." And with these words, Hidan decided to leave. "First of all, don't get caught, and secondly, remove all traces." - "Sure! I always do that." The redhead looked after him and took another drag. He noticed how the main constituent of marijuana and the associated high level of intoxication began to work. "Oh my lovely THC ..." he trilled softly as he slowly sank back onto the bed.

"So Itachi. Your test was positive ... Do you want to tell me something?" - "Uh ... nope.", Replied the person addressed and looked at his substitute carer without any emotion on his face. His actual caregiver, Alice Craig, had gone into town for a week to clear up major issues with the authorities and to do most of the shopping. She wouldn't be back until this evening, which meant Itachi was getting a substitute. One of the principles of the Wholesome North Clinic was that each patient had a caregiver to turn to. The stress of the already irritable inmates was not increased any further because she cared for the same person every time.And if one failed ... then it was temporarily replaced. Ally's replacement was a young man with black hair and almost black eyes. He wore glasses and light casual clothes, over which he wore the obligatory white gilet, which identified him as a carer. He was of light stature and always had particularly well-trimmed hair.

His eyes penetrated the 19-year-old addict's eyes insistently. He sighed and gave him a short, but really short, sermon about his relapses. "Oh, let it be, Sasuke." Itachi was on the verge of madness. He was patronized by his little brother. "Nothing left-be, Itachi. Tell me, where did you get that stuff from?" But the older of the two just stopped listening and went to bed. Sasuke had to go back to the starting method. He took a remote control out of his smock pocket and turned on the camera. "You will show me at the latest where you have hidden the heroin when the withdrawal symptoms start." Itachi shuddered ominously, because he knew how right his little brother was ... In 12 hours at the latest he would not be able to take it anymore can. He was already too familiar with the apparitions, but again and again he succumbed to them and had to have the next trip.

The entrance door of the clinic was pushed open with enormous force and slammed again just as quickly. Viviana and Rakel now stood in the hallway covered in snow and the former wriggled like a dry fish. They had just gotten into a snowstorm that swept around Luleå and soon passed all of central Sweden. "Hello-o-o! I'm at home!" The 19-year-old nurse called across the clinic. Indeed, because most of the nurses lived at their place of work at the same time. It was convenient and in the event of an emergency they were immediately on hand. Just a few seconds after she said that, Deidara came running around the corner. The blond sunny boy greeted Rakel and introduced himself to Viviana. “Hi, I'm Deidara and you?” Speechless by this greeting and the whole situation in general, Viviana only stammered her name after a short pause. "Yeah! You're finally here." Deidara was as happy as a small child, while the newcomer threw a questioning look at Rakel. "You have already introduced yourself. Viviana, Deidara will be your nurse. He is so happy because he has not had a patient of his own, so to speak, but was only a substitute." Deidara scurried away with the luggage and the red-haired squeegee could laugh don't hold back. "I already wish you a lot of fun with our blond boy."

They ran down the hallway until they stood in front of a door. It read "Room 6, Viviana Martines, in charge of Pfl. Deidara" and with a jerk, Squeegee opened the door to show the newcomer where she was staying. The room wasn't very big, but there was enough space.The furniture was all new and rounded and sanded because of the unwanted, but also intentional risk of injury. The walls were criss-crossed here and there by a light and warm orange, which turned into grooves, waves, circles and other conceivable figures. A carpet gave the room additional, homely nuances and a large bed and enough storage space for clothes and personal items rounded off the whole thing. In the middle was a small table on which there was a small basket with fresh fruit and chocolate, as well as a greeting from the entire staff. "I hope you like it. The other rooms are actually furnished in the same way, only each has a different color. You can take a look around as soon as you have finished tidying up." After a nod from Viviana, Rakel left her alone.

The sky above the clinic began to turn a warm red. Dusk was falling and the trees that surrounded the building were now bobbing in a gentle breeze. The blizzard had thrown the already lying snow up into dunes like in the desert and here and there you could see a young fir tree, the tops of which only protruded from the high snowy landscape. Wholesome North was in a totally uncivilized area and there were two ways to get there. You took a taxi to the nearest street and then walked for a while, as Rakel and Viviana had done - or you sped across the uneven and unpredictable landscape in a truly off-road vehicle, as Alice was doing.

With dents in places she rushed towards the clinic and parked almost exactly in front of the entrance. Lora Iavié trudged out when she heard the sound of the car. The inmate, who was admitted for cocaine and ecstasy, was still on duty this week. Each time this