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Awakenings
Chapter 6:- Awakenings
Orderly Robert Finn hated his job, hated everything about it. He had to deal with the lowest of the low, the crazies of the world that no one else wanted to deal with. He was the one who had the most contact with them, not the psychiatrists, but him. He had to deal with their mood swings and violence, not that he minded the violence as he was a fairly sizable man. It was the fact that he wasn’t allowed to hit them back that he hated more than anything.
As Robert was walking around the facility checking up on things as he usually did first thing in the morning, he came across a room that he had thought was empty; well at least it had been yesterday. Fumbling with his keys he eventually found the correct one and opened up the door. He was greeted by the sight of a beautiful young woman; she couldn’t have been older than twenty. She was restrained in the bed and as he went over to her, she moaned out loud and started mumbling something that he couldn’t make out.
’Interesting,’ he thought mischievously to himself. Perhaps he wouldn’t hate his job as much today.
He ran his fingertips lightly across her face. He looked at her restless form as his eyes took in the cast on her hand and the scar on her forehead.
’Funny,’ he mused to himself. ‘It kind of looks like a lightning bolt!’
Smiling, he left the room, locking the door behind himself.
Dr. Andrew Lopes sat in his office. He had done a huge favour for a colleague, William Kemp, this morning. He had transferred a patient from Kemp’s hospital in London to his own psychiatric facility. As Head Psychiatrist, he considered Calan Park to be his hospital, and the board members hardly dared to cross him when his decisions had been made. With his success rate amongst the best in the country, they could not afford to lose him and therefore gave him whatever he wanted or needed - even if his requests were sometimes a bit far-fetched. He looked at the review Dr. Kemp had given him and frowned. The patient’s review folder was marked Jane Doe. He hated calling people Jane or John, as so frequently happened in Calan Park. He preferred to put a name, a real name to the faces of the people he saw in here, as in his experience it tended to make the recovery process quicker. He continued reading.
’Displaying all of the classics symptoms of a Paranoid Schizophrenic coupled with overlying Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Prone to violent outbursts.’
He remembered William well; he was a competent psychiatrist, a little run off his feet, but these days who wasn’t. He continued reading.
’Given 10 milligrams of Haloperidol every eight hours after my initial evaluation. Patient had a violent outburst during which she attacked and fractured the nose of a medical officer. Treated for a fractured hand, several broken ribs and a large skin tear to her forehead. Please see doctor’s report. Patient believes herself to be a powerful witch and claims that her injuries were sustained in a wizarding war. Patient is adamant that she does not need hospitalization. No known next of kin.’
He went on to read the doctor’s report. He shook himself as a shiver went down his spine. He was going to have to meet this young woman before the day was out, and now seemed like the perfect time. He picked up the clipboard and exited his office.
Lost deep in his thoughts, Dr. Lopes made his way to room 112 . Placing the correct key in the lock he turned it, and the lock opened with a resounding click. He walked over to the woman in the bed before him; he noted that she was having a nightmare, as she was thrashing around the bed, a look of turmoil on her face.
’When did she receive her last round of Haloperidol?’ He looked down at her chart. ‘She should be waking up soon,’ he thought, scratching his head.
She had very bushy, unkempt hair, most of which was lying across her face. He brushed it away with his hand. All of a sudden her eyes shot open and Dr. Lopes half jumped back in shock. They both stared at each other for a couple of seconds before Dr. Lopes regained his composure and spoke.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Lopes. Do you know where you are?”
Hermione stared at him, confusion clouding her chocolate eyes. She tried to speak, but found her mouth was too dry to allow it. She tried to move, but found her legs and arms were restrained, so she gave up. She looked into the doctor’s eyes pleadingly.
Dr. Lopes pushed the green button on his beeper. He was very proud of this little device, as he was the one who had invented it. It was a little box which had two buttons on it, one green and the other red. When either of them was pressed it would trigger a vibration to the other staff members, alerting them of the need for either their assistance, or of an emergency. The doctor’s room or location would show up on the screen, which was linked to the main computer. It also worked like a homing device or GPS system does in a car. The device was quite ingenious, and he was very proud of it. His invention had saved numerous lives, and in his line of work, one could never be too careful.
In the common room Orderly Finn received a vibration on his belt. It was a low pulsating vibration, which he knew meant that someone needed his assistance. He looked down to the screen and saw the flashing message that told him that he was required in room 112. A slight smile graced his lips. ‘So our mystery woman is awake,’ he thought. Telling the other orderlies where he was going, he turned around and left.
Room 112 wasn’t too far from the common room, so Robert Finn made it there in just under a minute. He turned the doorknob and entered. Upon entering his eyes went straight to Dr. Lopes, then fell on the woman in the bed. Looking back at Dr. Lopes he asked, “You called me?”
“Yes, I was wondering if you could undo her restraints. I don’t think she is going to fight us.”
Hermione wanted to scream out, ”I’m here, you don’t have to talk like I’m not!” However, her dry throat prevented it, and all she managed was a squeak. She briefly took in that she was not in too much pain. Thinking about it for a minute, she came to the conclusion that she must have been given some pain medication. For once she was grateful to the doctors. Dr. Lopes and Orderly Finn turned to her as she let out another slight squeak.
“Well it seems like you have found your voice - well kind of,” Finn said, half laughing.
He went over to her and undid her arms. She sat up immediately and winced at the sudden pain it brought; although she did not cry out, she made a face, which Dr. Lopes noticed. He came up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. She immediately pulled away from his touch, wincing at the pain her move had caused her.
Dr. Lopes, taken back by her sudden movement, quickly folded his arms.
“You have to stay still. No sudden movements as your ribs and hand haven’t quite healed yet.”
Orderly Finn continued to undo the restraints on her legs. When he was done he took a step back beside the doctor.
Hermione sat up and pulled her knees into her chest. Although this hurt her ribs, she didn’t show it and remained motionless. Her eyes took in the room.
’I’ve been moved,’ Hermione thought to herself. Her eyes half closed as she tried to remember everything.
“Do you know where you are?” Dr. Lopes asked in a condescending voice, breaking through Hermione’s thoughts.
Hermione gave him a look as if to say “You think I’m mad?” and continued to glare at him.
“What is your name?” Dr. Lopes asked although he didn’t really think he would get an answer. As the woman just kept staring at him, it made him a little uneasy.
“Herm…ione Grrann..ger,” she half choked out in a whisper.
Dr. Lopes, although startled a little by her declaration, pressed on. “Well, Hermione, do you know where you are?”
Hermione just shrugged her shoulders. Although she had a fair idea, she wasn’t one to guess, preferring to have all the answers before replying.
“My name is Dr. Lopes and you’re here in my facility. Are you at all familiar with Calan Park?” Dr. Lopes asked hopefully.
Hermione just shook her head.
“Well this is a very special facility, it’s where you come to get better.”
“Better from what?” Hermione asked, suddenly finding her voice. Although it hurt her to speak, as her throat was still dry.
“Well, I am aware you probably have a thousand questions, as do I, but those will have to wait until you have taken a shower and had something to eat,” Dr. Lopes said. Although he hated to leave her, he knew that given enough time to get accustomed to her new surroundings, she would eventually open up to him. He also realised that she was probably disoriented, as Haloperidol had a tendency to do that.
’10 milligrams, what were they thinking?’ he thought to himself.
“Now if you will just go with Orderly Finn right here.” He motioned for Robert to step forward. “He will take you to get cleaned up and give you something to eat.”
Robert took hold of Hermione’s good arm. She didn’t like anyone to touch her and pulled back from his grip suddenly. Robert immediately took a defensive stance.
“Come now, Hermione, Orderly Finn was just going to give you a hand to get out of bed,” Dr. Lopes said in a stern voice.
“I don’t like to be manhandled, and I am quite capable of getting out of bed on my own, as I have done so for the past sixteen years,” Hermione said, with a cold look in her eyes her voice still strangled from disuse.
“Orderly Finn was just trying to help. Now that you’re in my house, you will obey my rules,” Dr. Lopes said, with warning evident in his voice.
Although she hated to back down, she gave in reluctantly. She was shaking and unsteady on her feet. She felt like an infant taking its first steps.
Robert steadied her. Although she still hadn’t changed her mind about being touched, she found it better than falling on her face, and so she let him take her by her shoulder and escort her from the room.
Dr. Lopes shook his head for the fifth time that day. He made some scribbled notes on his clipboard and turned to leave the room.
’At least she told me her name and I could stop referring to her as Jane,’ Andrew thought as he closed the room and made his way to lunch.
***
A/N:- Sorry guys but this has been a long haul for me, but as they say "There's No Rest For The Wicked" This chapter has given me much grief and although I am not truely happy with it, I shall post it for you guys out there and work out the kinks later. As always reviews are much appreciated.........
Thanks once more to my wonderful beta LydiaCarol, who also helped me get my story on ASHWINDER... Yippeeeeeee, sorry but it has been a dream of mine to get my story published on Ashwinder since July 05.
and I'm soooooooooooooo excited!!!
Disclaimer:- Wish the characters were all mine, but alas, they aren't. Am not making any money off writing this, am doing it for the hell of it.
Orderly Robert Finn hated his job, hated everything about it. He had to deal with the lowest of the low, the crazies of the world that no one else wanted to deal with. He was the one who had the most contact with them, not the psychiatrists, but him. He had to deal with their mood swings and violence, not that he minded the violence as he was a fairly sizable man. It was the fact that he wasn’t allowed to hit them back that he hated more than anything.
As Robert was walking around the facility checking up on things as he usually did first thing in the morning, he came across a room that he had thought was empty; well at least it had been yesterday. Fumbling with his keys he eventually found the correct one and opened up the door. He was greeted by the sight of a beautiful young woman; she couldn’t have been older than twenty. She was restrained in the bed and as he went over to her, she moaned out loud and started mumbling something that he couldn’t make out.
’Interesting,’ he thought mischievously to himself. Perhaps he wouldn’t hate his job as much today.
He ran his fingertips lightly across her face. He looked at her restless form as his eyes took in the cast on her hand and the scar on her forehead.
’Funny,’ he mused to himself. ‘It kind of looks like a lightning bolt!’
Smiling, he left the room, locking the door behind himself.
Dr. Andrew Lopes sat in his office. He had done a huge favour for a colleague, William Kemp, this morning. He had transferred a patient from Kemp’s hospital in London to his own psychiatric facility. As Head Psychiatrist, he considered Calan Park to be his hospital, and the board members hardly dared to cross him when his decisions had been made. With his success rate amongst the best in the country, they could not afford to lose him and therefore gave him whatever he wanted or needed - even if his requests were sometimes a bit far-fetched. He looked at the review Dr. Kemp had given him and frowned. The patient’s review folder was marked Jane Doe. He hated calling people Jane or John, as so frequently happened in Calan Park. He preferred to put a name, a real name to the faces of the people he saw in here, as in his experience it tended to make the recovery process quicker. He continued reading.
’Displaying all of the classics symptoms of a Paranoid Schizophrenic coupled with overlying Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Prone to violent outbursts.’
He remembered William well; he was a competent psychiatrist, a little run off his feet, but these days who wasn’t. He continued reading.
’Given 10 milligrams of Haloperidol every eight hours after my initial evaluation. Patient had a violent outburst during which she attacked and fractured the nose of a medical officer. Treated for a fractured hand, several broken ribs and a large skin tear to her forehead. Please see doctor’s report. Patient believes herself to be a powerful witch and claims that her injuries were sustained in a wizarding war. Patient is adamant that she does not need hospitalization. No known next of kin.’
He went on to read the doctor’s report. He shook himself as a shiver went down his spine. He was going to have to meet this young woman before the day was out, and now seemed like the perfect time. He picked up the clipboard and exited his office.
Lost deep in his thoughts, Dr. Lopes made his way to room 112 . Placing the correct key in the lock he turned it, and the lock opened with a resounding click. He walked over to the woman in the bed before him; he noted that she was having a nightmare, as she was thrashing around the bed, a look of turmoil on her face.
’When did she receive her last round of Haloperidol?’ He looked down at her chart. ‘She should be waking up soon,’ he thought, scratching his head.
She had very bushy, unkempt hair, most of which was lying across her face. He brushed it away with his hand. All of a sudden her eyes shot open and Dr. Lopes half jumped back in shock. They both stared at each other for a couple of seconds before Dr. Lopes regained his composure and spoke.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Lopes. Do you know where you are?”
Hermione stared at him, confusion clouding her chocolate eyes. She tried to speak, but found her mouth was too dry to allow it. She tried to move, but found her legs and arms were restrained, so she gave up. She looked into the doctor’s eyes pleadingly.
Dr. Lopes pushed the green button on his beeper. He was very proud of this little device, as he was the one who had invented it. It was a little box which had two buttons on it, one green and the other red. When either of them was pressed it would trigger a vibration to the other staff members, alerting them of the need for either their assistance, or of an emergency. The doctor’s room or location would show up on the screen, which was linked to the main computer. It also worked like a homing device or GPS system does in a car. The device was quite ingenious, and he was very proud of it. His invention had saved numerous lives, and in his line of work, one could never be too careful.
In the common room Orderly Finn received a vibration on his belt. It was a low pulsating vibration, which he knew meant that someone needed his assistance. He looked down to the screen and saw the flashing message that told him that he was required in room 112. A slight smile graced his lips. ‘So our mystery woman is awake,’ he thought. Telling the other orderlies where he was going, he turned around and left.
Room 112 wasn’t too far from the common room, so Robert Finn made it there in just under a minute. He turned the doorknob and entered. Upon entering his eyes went straight to Dr. Lopes, then fell on the woman in the bed. Looking back at Dr. Lopes he asked, “You called me?”
“Yes, I was wondering if you could undo her restraints. I don’t think she is going to fight us.”
Hermione wanted to scream out, ”I’m here, you don’t have to talk like I’m not!” However, her dry throat prevented it, and all she managed was a squeak. She briefly took in that she was not in too much pain. Thinking about it for a minute, she came to the conclusion that she must have been given some pain medication. For once she was grateful to the doctors. Dr. Lopes and Orderly Finn turned to her as she let out another slight squeak.
“Well it seems like you have found your voice - well kind of,” Finn said, half laughing.
He went over to her and undid her arms. She sat up immediately and winced at the sudden pain it brought; although she did not cry out, she made a face, which Dr. Lopes noticed. He came up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. She immediately pulled away from his touch, wincing at the pain her move had caused her.
Dr. Lopes, taken back by her sudden movement, quickly folded his arms.
“You have to stay still. No sudden movements as your ribs and hand haven’t quite healed yet.”
Orderly Finn continued to undo the restraints on her legs. When he was done he took a step back beside the doctor.
Hermione sat up and pulled her knees into her chest. Although this hurt her ribs, she didn’t show it and remained motionless. Her eyes took in the room.
’I’ve been moved,’ Hermione thought to herself. Her eyes half closed as she tried to remember everything.
“Do you know where you are?” Dr. Lopes asked in a condescending voice, breaking through Hermione’s thoughts.
Hermione gave him a look as if to say “You think I’m mad?” and continued to glare at him.
“What is your name?” Dr. Lopes asked although he didn’t really think he would get an answer. As the woman just kept staring at him, it made him a little uneasy.
“Herm…ione Grrann..ger,” she half choked out in a whisper.
Dr. Lopes, although startled a little by her declaration, pressed on. “Well, Hermione, do you know where you are?”
Hermione just shrugged her shoulders. Although she had a fair idea, she wasn’t one to guess, preferring to have all the answers before replying.
“My name is Dr. Lopes and you’re here in my facility. Are you at all familiar with Calan Park?” Dr. Lopes asked hopefully.
Hermione just shook her head.
“Well this is a very special facility, it’s where you come to get better.”
“Better from what?” Hermione asked, suddenly finding her voice. Although it hurt her to speak, as her throat was still dry.
“Well, I am aware you probably have a thousand questions, as do I, but those will have to wait until you have taken a shower and had something to eat,” Dr. Lopes said. Although he hated to leave her, he knew that given enough time to get accustomed to her new surroundings, she would eventually open up to him. He also realised that she was probably disoriented, as Haloperidol had a tendency to do that.
’10 milligrams, what were they thinking?’ he thought to himself.
“Now if you will just go with Orderly Finn right here.” He motioned for Robert to step forward. “He will take you to get cleaned up and give you something to eat.”
Robert took hold of Hermione’s good arm. She didn’t like anyone to touch her and pulled back from his grip suddenly. Robert immediately took a defensive stance.
“Come now, Hermione, Orderly Finn was just going to give you a hand to get out of bed,” Dr. Lopes said in a stern voice.
“I don’t like to be manhandled, and I am quite capable of getting out of bed on my own, as I have done so for the past sixteen years,” Hermione said, with a cold look in her eyes her voice still strangled from disuse.
“Orderly Finn was just trying to help. Now that you’re in my house, you will obey my rules,” Dr. Lopes said, with warning evident in his voice.
Although she hated to back down, she gave in reluctantly. She was shaking and unsteady on her feet. She felt like an infant taking its first steps.
Robert steadied her. Although she still hadn’t changed her mind about being touched, she found it better than falling on her face, and so she let him take her by her shoulder and escort her from the room.
Dr. Lopes shook his head for the fifth time that day. He made some scribbled notes on his clipboard and turned to leave the room.
’At least she told me her name and I could stop referring to her as Jane,’ Andrew thought as he closed the room and made his way to lunch.
***
A/N:- Sorry guys but this has been a long haul for me, but as they say "There's No Rest For The Wicked" This chapter has given me much grief and although I am not truely happy with it, I shall post it for you guys out there and work out the kinks later. As always reviews are much appreciated.........
Thanks once more to my wonderful beta LydiaCarol, who also helped me get my story on ASHWINDER... Yippeeeeeee, sorry but it has been a dream of mine to get my story published on Ashwinder since July 05.
and I'm soooooooooooooo excited!!!
Disclaimer:- Wish the characters were all mine, but alas, they aren't. Am not making any money off writing this, am doing it for the hell of it.