This is the new version of "Not Myself" Same rules apply-I do not own Degrassi, but Macalister Hospital and those in it are my own creation. If a song is used in the chapter it will be cited at the end.
Authors note: K-Wing is based on a real place, where I spent four days in September. I've made some changes for dramatic purposes, in the schedule and in the assigned seating at means. However, everything else is basically the same, including the set up of the unit. Because of this fact, this is an intensely personal story for me, so if updates are slow in coming that is the reason. Thank you for reading this story.
Each chapter takes place on one day of Craig's time in Unit.
Day one:
Craig Manning had no idea at first where he was or who was standing overis bed. It looked like a nurse, and then things came back to him. Stopping the pain, that was all he cared about ...stopping the pain...the pills, Joey's pain pills from when he threw out his back..take the pills. Joey looking at him, absolute horror on his face..then the world went black. "Where am I?"
"You are in K-Wing, at Macalister Hospital-General Psychiatric Care." The woman smiled at him "I'm Nora, your head nurse."
"General Psychiatric Care? What am I doing here? I want to go home" Craig didn't want to be here. He knew he'd been having problems, but he would be fine. "I'm going to be fine, I just want to go home." h=
"Craig, you Tried to kill yourself last night, we can't let you go home. Your guardian has already signed you in for as long as you need to be here." Nora looked at him. "you slept for hours, come on and get dressed and I'll give you a tour of the unit."
She stepped out of the room then, and Craig looked around his room. It had a bed, a desk with a Chair, a whiteboard with marker, and a window. IT also had a tray, for food he assumed. Craig then stepped into the bathroom. It had a toilet and a sink, no shower. That was the first thing he asked about when he stepped into the hall.
"I'll show you the showers, but you have to ask permission to use them from a nurse.We also have a closet for shampoo and things like that." Craig blinked. Permission to shower? How crazy were the people here?
"This is the nurses station." Craig saw a whiteboard with his name on it, along with others, each under the name of someone he assumed was a nurse, because his was under Nora. "This is one of the phones, the other is by the laundry room. You can make local calls for ten minutes between seven and 10, seven and 1 on Friday and Saturday nights." Craig nodded and they entered a small kitchen. "Now, if you want to grab a snack its fine, you slept thorough breakfast, and lunch is in an hour. We have bread and cereal, butter and peanut butter, milk, ice cream, that sort of thing."
Craig nodded and Nora lead him into the kitchen. "we have assigned seating, that's yours" She pointed it out, and then showed him the whiteboard with group assignments for the day. He could se that he was to go to Coping Skills at Two and Open Rec at four.
Nora took him around the rest of the way around the unit then, which was organized as a square, with patient rooms along the outside. She showed him two TV rooms, a laundry room, and another phone. then he was taken to see the rec room and out onto the patio "Now, anything beyond this is off limits to you without permission and accompaniment OK?"
Craig just nodded, and headed to lunch. After lunch he was meeting with his Doctor, and he was sure he wouldn't be there another night.
His lunch companions were Seth, who was in his thirties and seemed nice, and Laine, who was older and seemed quiet. The fourth chair was empty and he asked if anyone sat there.
"Allegra's just late today." Laine said.
Seth Laughed. "Allegra's crazy."
"Seth? We're all Crazy. Allegra's just different. You'll see" Laine nodded at Craig.
Just then a young woman Seth assumed was Allegra sat down. "Hi, you must be Allegra, I'm Craig. I'm new."
Allegra nodded. "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device."
Craig didn't know what to say, so he settled for "Good song."
Dr. Allen was not having it. "You are going to be staying here, Craig. I cannot send you home."
"Dr. Allen, I'll be OK, I promise. I won't hurt myself again. It was stupid."
"I cannot send you home. And if I had a dime for everyone who said they were promising to not hurt themselves and then did, I'd be in Bali now and not here. Craig, you have to make the most of your time here. Now, you don't have to participate today, but I'd like it if you did tomorrow."
"When do I see Joey?"
"your guardian called earlier and said he'd be in tomorrow. He ran in some clothes for you when you were at lunch, they should be waiting in your room. Magazines too."
Craig wound up going to Coping Skills but they were talking about how to be honest when situations made you uncomfortable in real life, nothing he cared about. What did it matter how nice he was to a telemarketer?
He flew through dinner, filled out his meal sheet for the next day, and went to his room to unpack. Joey had brought his own pillows, some clothes, and some magazines on photography and cars and guitars. He read one for a little bit before poking his head out into the hall. "Hi, can I talk to someone?"
A woman smiled at him "Craig? I'm Stella, your night nurse. What do you need,"
"I'm tired, can I close my door to sleep?"
Stella nodded at him. "Yes, but we check in on you every fifteen minutes." Craig was asleep before then.
Lyric used: the Eagles "Hotel California"
Authors note: K-Wing is based on a real place, where I spent four days in September. I've made some changes for dramatic purposes, in the schedule and in the assigned seating at means. However, everything else is basically the same, including the set up of the unit. Because of this fact, this is an intensely personal story for me, so if updates are slow in coming that is the reason. Thank you for reading this story.
Each chapter takes place on one day of Craig's time in Unit.
Day one:
Craig Manning had no idea at first where he was or who was standing overis bed. It looked like a nurse, and then things came back to him. Stopping the pain, that was all he cared about ...stopping the pain...the pills, Joey's pain pills from when he threw out his back..take the pills. Joey looking at him, absolute horror on his face..then the world went black. "Where am I?"
"You are in K-Wing, at Macalister Hospital-General Psychiatric Care." The woman smiled at him "I'm Nora, your head nurse."
"General Psychiatric Care? What am I doing here? I want to go home" Craig didn't want to be here. He knew he'd been having problems, but he would be fine. "I'm going to be fine, I just want to go home." h=
"Craig, you Tried to kill yourself last night, we can't let you go home. Your guardian has already signed you in for as long as you need to be here." Nora looked at him. "you slept for hours, come on and get dressed and I'll give you a tour of the unit."
She stepped out of the room then, and Craig looked around his room. It had a bed, a desk with a Chair, a whiteboard with marker, and a window. IT also had a tray, for food he assumed. Craig then stepped into the bathroom. It had a toilet and a sink, no shower. That was the first thing he asked about when he stepped into the hall.
"I'll show you the showers, but you have to ask permission to use them from a nurse.We also have a closet for shampoo and things like that." Craig blinked. Permission to shower? How crazy were the people here?
"This is the nurses station." Craig saw a whiteboard with his name on it, along with others, each under the name of someone he assumed was a nurse, because his was under Nora. "This is one of the phones, the other is by the laundry room. You can make local calls for ten minutes between seven and 10, seven and 1 on Friday and Saturday nights." Craig nodded and they entered a small kitchen. "Now, if you want to grab a snack its fine, you slept thorough breakfast, and lunch is in an hour. We have bread and cereal, butter and peanut butter, milk, ice cream, that sort of thing."
Craig nodded and Nora lead him into the kitchen. "we have assigned seating, that's yours" She pointed it out, and then showed him the whiteboard with group assignments for the day. He could se that he was to go to Coping Skills at Two and Open Rec at four.
Nora took him around the rest of the way around the unit then, which was organized as a square, with patient rooms along the outside. She showed him two TV rooms, a laundry room, and another phone. then he was taken to see the rec room and out onto the patio "Now, anything beyond this is off limits to you without permission and accompaniment OK?"
Craig just nodded, and headed to lunch. After lunch he was meeting with his Doctor, and he was sure he wouldn't be there another night.
His lunch companions were Seth, who was in his thirties and seemed nice, and Laine, who was older and seemed quiet. The fourth chair was empty and he asked if anyone sat there.
"Allegra's just late today." Laine said.
Seth Laughed. "Allegra's crazy."
"Seth? We're all Crazy. Allegra's just different. You'll see" Laine nodded at Craig.
Just then a young woman Seth assumed was Allegra sat down. "Hi, you must be Allegra, I'm Craig. I'm new."
Allegra nodded. "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device."
Craig didn't know what to say, so he settled for "Good song."
Dr. Allen was not having it. "You are going to be staying here, Craig. I cannot send you home."
"Dr. Allen, I'll be OK, I promise. I won't hurt myself again. It was stupid."
"I cannot send you home. And if I had a dime for everyone who said they were promising to not hurt themselves and then did, I'd be in Bali now and not here. Craig, you have to make the most of your time here. Now, you don't have to participate today, but I'd like it if you did tomorrow."
"When do I see Joey?"
"your guardian called earlier and said he'd be in tomorrow. He ran in some clothes for you when you were at lunch, they should be waiting in your room. Magazines too."
Craig wound up going to Coping Skills but they were talking about how to be honest when situations made you uncomfortable in real life, nothing he cared about. What did it matter how nice he was to a telemarketer?
He flew through dinner, filled out his meal sheet for the next day, and went to his room to unpack. Joey had brought his own pillows, some clothes, and some magazines on photography and cars and guitars. He read one for a little bit before poking his head out into the hall. "Hi, can I talk to someone?"
A woman smiled at him "Craig? I'm Stella, your night nurse. What do you need,"
"I'm tired, can I close my door to sleep?"
Stella nodded at him. "Yes, but we check in on you every fifteen minutes." Craig was asleep before then.
Lyric used: the Eagles "Hotel California"