Le Soir Noir~Season 1, Part 3

First, let me tell you all that you are some of the sweetest people I have ever met (in a manner of speaking). You all made me feel much better last night (in case you didn't know, I felt a little ashamed of how lame our posts have gotten recently). You all are so right, it's our blog and we need to do it at our pace. That being said, June and I will definitely make a bigger effort to post more often :) You can read part one and two here.
I will make a poster for Le Soir Noir soon hopefully *Added in later-YESSSS, I MADE IT FINALLYYYYYYY*

You guys, I'm all excited about my own series, that I've been working on for three months, I mean seriously, I came up with this story, I should be all excited for you, but I'm equally as excited; I'm insane X)

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From Josette's POV

 I shut the door, the young woman's voice still ringing in my ears.

 I closed my eyes. I was overwhelmed by this strange girl, and by the fatigue from two sleepless nights.

 I walked away from the girl's room, heading toward the doors of the hospital, where the secretary, Bernadette, sat behind un pupitre petit.

 "Bonsoir, Bernadette."

 Bernadette was looking at a small book filled with patients names. She had just turned the page.

 Bernadette looked up, her spectacles slightly askew. "Uh, bonsoir Nurse Josette. Desole, je suis tres fatigue le soir." She blinked rapidly as if trying to wake herself up. "Comment etait le patiente? Et comment elle s'appelle?"

 I sighed. "Je ne sais pas. She didn't give me the chance to ask."

Bernadette took off her spectacles and closed her eyes.

 When she opened them again she said, "Why do our patients always have to be so difficult after a traumatic experience?" She looked at me and frowned.

 "Josette, est-ce que tu vas bien?" She must have seen my look of exhaustion.

She walked over to me and touched my arm lightly. "You should go rest."
I smiled half-heartedly, "Unfortunately, I can't. I have to continue to check on our mysterious patient."
Bernadette nodded, looking sympathetic.

 I walked away from her desk, heading towards the girl's room.

I opened the door carefully, hoping not to bother her.

However, when I opened the door, she was not there. The bed was empty, and her dress and shoes were also missing.

 I leaned against the wall, overwhelmed with the onslaught of things I knew I would now have to deal with. Why couldn't she just stay put?

~To Be Continued~
La Dictionaire Francais:
un pupitre petit~a small desk
Bonsoir~good evening
Desole, je suis tres fatigue le soir~Sorry, I am very tired tonight.
Comment etait le patiente? Et comment elle s'appelle?~ How was the patient? And what is her name?
Je ne sais pas~ I don't know
Est-ce que tu vas bien?~ Are you doing okay?

Predictions?
~<3Ginny~