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Hi, my name is Claire
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 | The Patients (Chapter 2) |
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 4.9 with 10 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-08-18 20:39:44 |
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That night, I could scarcely get any sleep at all. The new girl, Isabella, kept yelling and crying while pounding her hands on the door of her room. After a while, she stopped and probably went to her bed, only to start up again later. She sounded young, maybe 9 years old, and I felt pity for her.
I was soon awakened in the morning at the sound of the nurse assigned to me (her name was Lauren) unlocking the door of my room and pushing in a cart with various medical utensils atop of it, many looking rather sharp and pointy. Picking up a needle that had already been prepared with the medicine, Lauren said cheerfully, “Now, dear, keep still, only two shots today for you. Perhaps you’ll get to go back home yet.” I knew not to believe her words, the nurses rarely spoke the truth and they didn’t have to. All of their words were reassuring, but oftentimes outright lies. “One in each arm, roll up your sleeve now.”
A small sigh escaped my mouth as I pushed up the sleeve on my left arm, and the nurse somewhat gleefully put the needle to my arm. She pushed it into my flesh with one quick flick of her wrist, squeezed the medicine out of it and into me, and then pulled the needle out. All this happened within 10 or 15 seconds, and only a small jab of pain could be felt by me. Wiping off the needle and placing it on the cart, she motioned for me to lift up the sleeve of my right arm.
After repeating the process on my right arm, the nurse cleaned and sterilized both needles, then rolled the cart out of my room. Pausing to get a key out of her pocket and lock the door, Lauren called back to me, “Amy will bring your breakfast soon.”
Indeed, about half an hour later a young nurse, probably in her early twenties, unlocked the door and brought a small cart laden with food inside. Taking a plate she scooped and placed food onto the plate, then handed it to me along with some silverware. A small glass of water was also presented, and then the fidgety young nurse left my room as quickly as she had gone in.
Swallowing the cheap, mushy substance on the plate and drinking the bitter-tasting water in the glass, I waited for the nurse pushing the cart of dishes today to make it to my room. Sure enough, a fat nurse soon came in and gathered up my dirty plate and glass, along with the silverware. Putting it down on a cart brimming with other empty glasses and dirty plates, the nurse heaved the cart out of the room, her large belly jiggling.
Pausing to fan herself with her apron, she came up to the door and fumbled through her pockets for the key. Sweat glistened on her forehead, and her dirty red hair was piled up in a bun on the top of her head. Looking at me, a meek grin came upon her face. “So, you’re the one they’ve declared near hopeless,” she said in a voice that hinted at her exhaustion.
I frowned at her grin, unsure of what to say. I couldn’t quite grasp the concept of her statement. “Hopeless?” I inquired, looking at her uneasily.
This only made the nurse’s silly grin widen. “You’ve gotten worse, sweetie. They’ve decided to transfer you to the Southbend Government Facility this evening.” In her voice only a little Southern accent remained from what I assumed had been a childhood in the country.
I froze, shocked to silence. After a moment, I managed to somehow recover and choked out fearfully, “Southbend Government Facility?” I glanced up at her, she didn’t seem sad for me at all, instead finding it fun to know things I didn’t.
Nodding, she chuckled. “A large place, that facility is. All sorts of nutcases in there, separated in different units. It’s quite a ways from here; you’ll leave on a secure train tonight.”
I could hardly breathe, for I had heard of such government facilities. Unlike asylums, they were extremely large, with many different sorts of people that were considered insane or dangerous for some reason. Like the nurse had said, they were separated in units within the facility. It was there that scientists performed tests; you could never learn the names of all of the nurses and others who worked there, security was extreme.
“Well, I best be off, dear. They’ll come and take you off to get onto the train soon,” the nurse said, waving at me as she started to close the door, key in hand.
Suddenly, I jumped off my bed and went to the door. “Don’t go yet! Please, tell me, will I be going there alone?” Desperate thoughts of Charlie raced through my head. It was as we had feared all along: they were separating us.
“Yes, of course, why would it be otherwise?” the nurse asked, seemingly puzzled by my question. She pushed the door back open and looked at my face questioningly.
Gulping, I replied fearfully, “My brother, Charlie…will I get a chance to see him before I go to the facility?” My gaze was pleading as I stared up at her. What if yesterday had been the last I would ever see of my brother ever again?
The nurse stared back at me in dismay, and said, “I suppose…well, I suppose I can take you to visit him one last time, but I must finish getting the dirty dishes first. I’ll come back to fetch you in a few minutes, and I’ll take you to have your last time with him.” Patting my cheek in a way I suppose she thought would comfort me, the nurse then turned and closed the door, locking it. I heard her struggle to push the cart down to the next room.
I sat in silence and despair for the next few minutes waiting for the nurse to come back. I could hardly comprehend the fact that these would be my last hours in the Riverberry Asylum, my last hours in the same place as my brother Charlie. Every minute seemed to pass like an hour.
Finally, the nurse returned, I heard her footsteps outside of the door and the sound of the lock clicking open at the turn of the key. Then the nurse opened the door, stepping inside. This time she didn’t have the cart with her, and appeared less exasperated as she quietly gestured for me to follow her. She had soon brought me to the room of my brother, and unlocked the door. Stepping inside the colored room, I did not glance behind me as the nurse shut the door, but looked on at the figure of my brother sitting on his bed.
I wanted to say something, but what? All I could think of was that I was going to be transferred to a government facility that night, but I had no idea how to tell Charlie that right away. My heart pounding, I stood there in his room, trembling.
It was he who looked up at me and spoke first. “Claire.” My name came off his lips with affection as he looked at me. Oh, how could I tell him that we were to be separated?
But, then, all of a sudden I had a voice. “Oh, Charlie, they’re going to take me to a government facility, I’m being transferred there! They’ll soon take me onto a train that’ll leave tonight!” My voice was loud and full of desperation; I said the words so fast it took a minute for me to catch my breath afterwards.
Charlie, understanding my words, remained silent. The smile that had been on his face a moment ago had turned into a frown. Not meeting my gaze, he sighed, “I told you this would happen eventually, Claire. I knew it would happen…” He trailed off, seeming distant.
Urgently I went over and sat beside him on his bed. My voice was barely audible as I sobbed, “This is the last time we have together, Charlie.” Tears had formed in my eyes and now they dripped down my face, I let them. Charlie seemed just as sad as I felt, though no tears appeared in his eyes. Turning to me, he said, “Hush, Claire. I don’t want to remember you like this if I have to. Remember how Mom thought I was ill and you were prepared to look after me? You’re strong, Claire.”
The sound of his voice comforted me greatly. Sighing, I stopped the flow of tears and looked up at him. “How will I ever survive without you, Charlie? You’re the one who looks after me.”
At first, he said nothing. Then, at last, he told me softly, “You will.”
At that moment, the door opened and the fat nurse said, “Come on, sweetie, you must come, they’re ready for you to board the train.”
My heart thudding, I turned and gave one last, long look at my brother, hoping to burn the memory of his face into my mind. Then I turned and followed the nurse out, not turning to look as she closed and locked the door to Charlie’s room. My heart seemed to ache as she led me down the hall and out to a room where two men were waiting.
One of them was the man from the previous day who had locked Isabella’s door. His name was Albert, I recalled. This time, though, the man beside him wasn’t the grouchy Joe, but a younger, nervous-looking boy who appeared to be no older than 17.
Pushing me towards them, the fat nurse said, “Go with them now, dear.” After saying so she scurried off, and I never got a last glimpse of her.
Neither Albert nor the boy said anything as they led me between them down a hallway to a door. The boy took out a ring of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door, stepping back. He stayed behind as Albert led me out of the door and into the outside world. As I breathed the fresh air, I felt a small tinge of happiness, for I had not been out of the asylum for all of those months.
Albert led me down the sidewalk and brought me to one side of the asylum. A car had been parked in the alleyway there. I followed him over to it and let him push me into the backseat after he had opened the car door. Shutting the door, he opened the door of the passenger seat and stepped in. But instead of closing the door and letting the man in the front serving as the driver start off, he merely whispered a few words into the man’s ear and exited the vehicle, closing the door behind him.
As soon as Albert was gone, the car burst to life, and moved cleanly out of the alley. The driver made a sharp turn onto the road and then we cruised quickly down the highway. My stomach lurched as the driver slammed to a halt only a few minutes later. Turning to look back at me, he muttered quietly, “Get out.”
I bid his command, the tone of his voice making me somewhat uneasy. As soon as I slipped out of the car and shut the door the car was off, soon out of sight. Shivering in the sudden chill, I turned to look at where he had brought me. It was a small, close to being bankrupt train station. And currently it was deserted, though a train was waiting on the track. It appeared to be old, much of its red paint had chipped away and in areas it was rusted. Obviously it was in need of repair.
Suddenly, someone clamped down on my wrist and dragged me towards the train, a man in a navy blue cloak that hid his face. Dragging me roughly on onto the close to empty train, he thrust me into an empty compartment and shut the door. It was the kind with a keyhole, and the man locked it, preventing me from escaping. As he left, I felt panic begin to rise within myself.
I could soon hear the sounds of the train’s engine starting up, the whole train rattled. Then, the train started to slowly pull forward along the track, and I sat down on one of the seats in the compartment. Exhaustion from my fear and confusion from earlier soon came to me, and as my panic subsided, I somehow found myself falling asleep.
Sometime later I awoke. Bleary-eyed, I put a hand to my head, which was aching. Sighing, I looked out the window. A large, menacing building loomed overhead. We had arrived at the Southbend Government Facility. |
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