I was rewatching Asylum and the last episode strangley had me feeling bad for Dr. Thredson. Now, I was thinking of making this into a story. So, someone please let me know what you think. Even if it's one person, it would be so much appreciated.

Weightless.

It was a strange feeling, considering a moment ago all he felt was pain and rippling agony, most of which coukd have been avoided.

He can't lift his lids, he can't twitch a finger, but his back againat something solid. Is that jasmine? His nose finally twitches, catching that smell and going with it. Are those footsteps he hears? His ears prickle, catching that noise and going with it.

His lips part and a shaky, dry, breath comes through them as a hand runs down the right side of his face. The hand is soft, the fingertips dancing against his chin and then lips press against his nose, something he is very familiar with. His eyes snap open and he shoots up, hands gripping the sides of her face. She smiles at him, all teary eyed and beautiful, just as he remembers her. The irises reflect him back in violet and he smiles, taking her in.

She shakes her head a little. "Oh Oliver," her fingers glide over his left thigh, over the fabric of his pants leg. "You've been such a bad boy."

Her voice is low and dissapointed, a frown settled on her lips. A pang of guilt hits him hard in the chest and he bows his head, hair mussing against her chest. She's still in that violet dress, a black belt around her waist. He reaches to play with a button connecring the strap of her dress to her chest, twisting it between his fingers like a nervous child. He looked up at her, large eyes reflecting pain.

His lips shake as they part, a thick thump going through his throat. "I'm sorry," he whispers.

She shakes her head again, catching his face in her hands. "None of that," her voice holds a sigh. "No sense in dwelling on it now, there are people waiting for you."

His brow furrows as she helps him to his feet, her hands dusting off the backs of his legs before she laces her fingers through his. His eyes stare forward and he realizes he is not wearing his glasses, yet he can see clearly. He looks down at her, astoniahed, and she is smiling at him like a proud parent.

"Who...Who is waiting?"

She tugs him forward. "Oh...so many people, including a few old friends of mine. I've told them all about you."

He can feel a nervous wave going over him and hesitates to continue forward. "Y-You have?"

Her lips curl, bringing back some of his confidence. "Come on, sweetheart," she pulls him forward again. " Bring out some of that charm and let's get this show on the road. We've waited too long to see you here."

His eyes drift forward, finding a set of silhouettes waiting ahead of them, where their mouths should be curling into slates of white. It makes him uneasy, but he feels at home. A thin, curved, figure is furthest ahead and it is obviously female, familiar eyes placed against a backdrop of black and Oliver finds his throat dry once again.

But he isn't sad..

He is...Oliver is very happy.

"Mother?"

Sorry if it's in italics, it wouldn't let me take ir off because I'm typing on my phone. Anyway. To clarify, I'm thinking of writing a story that leads up to this one shot. Ya know, the events that caused it. R&R please, so much appreciated.