*Reagan's POV*

When I landed in London, it was nine pm here and one pm in LA due to the eight hour time difference so I decided to text my mom and dad to tell them that I was on the ground in safely. I retrieved my luggage from the pick-up spot and looked around the arrival waiting area for my ride when my eyes finally landed on a man in a uniform holding up a sign that read REAGAN STOGER in capital letters. I walked over to the man and informed him it was me that he was looking for. After he greeted me with a “Hello Miss” in a thick, yet beautiful British accent he began to gather my luggage to put into the car. When everything was packed away he opened up the passenger door for me whilst clearing his throat with an amused expression on his face.

"You're an American I take it?" He chuckled, causing my cheeks to change into a rosy shade. I almost walked to the driver’s side forgetting that the cars here where different than the ones back home.

As he jogged to the drivers side and began to take off, I took the time to take in the city around me in awe of how beautiful it was. It had taken every dream, every picture, and every story I've heard about it and multiplied it by ten. Nothing could match or compare to what I was seeing at this very moment. Big Ben and The London Eye left an astonishing impression as the cities lights illuminated the two monumental attractions. London in the summer seemed to hold a certain romance about it that made me think about the countless old English novels that I had to read in school. Couples walked the bustling streets hand in hand, the big red double decker buses and roundabouts actually did exist and weren't part of some American stereotyped cliche of the beautiful country, and as we drove deeper into the city ducking into the non tourist areas, I tried to snap pictures of the cities unsung scenery. The sea of British accents that I picked up around me made it all the more real.

After what seemed like forty-five minutes or so later, we had arrived to an apartment living area right outside of the liveliness that was tourist London. I assumed it was where the other interns were staying for the duration of the summer as well. My driver whose name I found out to be Adam, handed me the key to my apartment and helped me bring my luggage in. My flat was small but in a cozy type of way and as soon as I entered, excitement took hold. I've never lived alone before. Even when I was back home at school, I had to share a room on campus with Channel. It wasn't half bad because we know each other and she is my best friend, but the real feeling of being considered an adult I think is the first time you live alone and have to answer to no one else's rules but your own.

There was a small kitchen to my left with a breakfast bar and island counter top in the middle. Then to my right, there was a living room completely furnished with , a forty inch television mounted on the wall and a red sued couch in front of it along with a nice plush chair and a table. I walked further back and when I opened the mahogany wood door, I knew then that the bedroom would be my favorite place. The room was a nice size, almost the same as the one I have in LA the bed however had to be a king size and seemed much more comfortable than the full I had at home. I jumped on the bed almost forgetting that Adam was still here until he cleared his throat at me once more. I shot up allowing my cheeks to change a shade of pink as he explained before he left that there would be a van in the same spot he dropped me off at 12 pm sharp tomorrow to escort me and the other interns to the hospital and with that he was off.

I dug pajamas out of my luggage and set my alarm clock for eleven, then opened my blinds to look at the view as I changed into my sleeper shirt. I lay down on the cushy bed picturing what work I would encounter tomorrow and was soon lulled to sleep by the sound of London's raindrops hitting the window of my new apartment for the next three months.

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I woke the next morning to the London’s sun rays in my eyes making them blur with the contact. When I looked at my phone and took it off the charger, the clock read eleven twenty-five. Shit! I must have set the alarm for eleven p.m. instead of a.m.! I ran to the bathroom washed my face, brushed my teeth, and threw my hair in a high ponytail on the top of my head all within fifteen minutes. It had to be a record time, for me anyway. Remembering my acceptance letter, I dug through my luggage and found my slightly wrinkled black dress pants No jeans Allowed! and a white t-shirt with my grey cardigan. By that time it was eleven forty-five. I opted to give my eyes a rest from my contacts and put on my Ray-Ban specs while grabbing my keys and running out of my apartment to make it to the pick up spot by eleven fifty. I jumped into the van and was greeted by Laurie and Peyton, two interns around my age as we sped off to Maudsley.

As soon as we entered the massive hospital we were given a tour by none other than head Director and warden Thomas Leerman himself. The three hour tour of over twenty rooms and offices began with the dining hall and ended in the commons room.The hospital was well kept, one could almost say spotless to an eerie extent even, but something told me that some of the patients records here would contradict the cleanliness of the hospital floors and walls. What we had seen had only accounted for a quarter of the hospitals size and although it was somewhat overwhelming, my feelings of excitement and utter pride in myself swelled.

As we slowed our pace in the commons room, my eyes glanced around televisions, couches, game tables, guards, and several patients until they landed on a pair of the lightest green eyes I had ever seen.

“Are there any more questions?” Leerman said, pulling me back to reality and out of the patient’s intense gaze. I glanced at Leerman and the rest of my tour group as we stood in silence with no one seeming to have any more comments or concerns.

“Good then.” Leerman replied and began telling us where to meet our department leaders, but something in me didn’t allow him to keep my focus. My eyes searched the room to find the owner of the beautiful irises, but I soon came to realize that the flash of green I saw was now nowhere to be found.

Notes

Its Harry! :)