Fragile Glass
Part One: Shattered
By: Lizzie B
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Author's Note: Well, this drabble just was not happy being a drabble and demanded to be a full fledged story. Here's the first part again, just so people don't get confused. Seconf one is coming up shortly!
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"Mom," Bobby cajoles softly to the woman curled up in the back corner of the laundry room. "I brought something for you." Frances Goren doesn't respond, but Bobby knows she's listening. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a crumpled piece of tinfoil he'd put there after lunch. "I thought you might like it," He says and rolls it to her. He keeps perfectly still as his mother looks up from her knees, but her eyes settle on him instead of the tinfoil. He didn't expect the ruse to work, but at least her attention is on him now.
"You," She hisses, "You took my son away!" And she launches herself at him with surprising agility for a woman her age. Bobby knows what's coming though and easily catches her, pinning her arms to her side and holding tight as she struggles. When he stands with his mother trapped in his arms the nurse rushes forward with a needle full of one sedative or another. Within minutes his mother is limp in his arms and he passes her off to a pair of orderlies. Along with the nurse he follows and watches them carry his mother to an isolation room, where they strap her to the bed.
Dr. Shima comes to check on her and then stands next to Bobby with that slightly mournful expression he always wears when he's about to deliver bad news.
"It's bad this time, Robert. This might be the one."
Bobby closes his eyes and his shoulders drop forward, "Is there anything you can do?"
"There are stronger medications, but the side effects are stronger. We can increase the dosage on what we're giving her now, but anytime the staff needs to get near her, she'll probably have to be sedated."
"How's the orderly she attacked?" He asks in a near whisper.
"He's coming around. The laceration on his head required stitches, but besides that he'll only have a few bruises." Dr. Shima pauses and Bobby sighs.
"He's filling charges?"
"Maybe, the Director and I will be talking with him." Dr. Shima grips his shoulder and tries to be comforting, "It will be alright." Bobby nods and watched his mother's doctor walk away. He reaches in his pocket, takes out his phone and presses two on speed dial.
"Alex," He says when she answers, "I need you."