AN: This is Thredson light and I apologize. Thank you for reading my story though. R&R Lots of Love, Wiz


Giselle paced in her office trying to cool down, this day had proved to be straining due to Sister Jude's set back, Jed's scary trip down memory lane, and Thredson's disbelief. For some reason the most troubling bit of it all was Thredson. She thought she could trust him to be on her side and believe her, but she had been wrong. She was now wishing she had a cigarette from Thredson to calm herself but what good would that do to talk to the man who made her upset? She decided the day room would be a better place to get a cigarette. Walking by his office she couldn't help but peek. He was drinking whiskey while typing away. She wondered what it was he was writing but didn't dare linger.

She made her way to the day room and found a man pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. He was sitting across from a red head who was briefly one of her patients, Grace. The pair seemed to be talking privately but Giselle still approached him. She sat next to the man and the pair stopped talking. The man took in her more professional dress and straightened up a bit.

"Doctor Giselle Tyler, got another smoke?" She asked. Grace rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Pardon Doctor but don't you privileged folk have access to cigarettes? I mean why would you have to ask us?" Giselle glared at Grace thinking back to the few times Grace made an appearance in her office. Clearly after months Grace was still upset about the whole ordeal.

"You know it is not my fault that you are no longer my patient. You can blame Sister Jude for that." Giselle spoke trying to calm her. The man was a third wheel lost in the pairs old rivalry.

"I blame you! You belong in here with us!" Grace said. An orderly walked over to the trio and approached Giselle.

"Miss. Tyler you are needed in Sister Jude's office." He spoke. Giselle got up before Grace could say anything else about her. She followed the orderly back to Sister Jude's office where she saw her flipping through mail on her desk. Sister Jude looked up and waved Giselle in. She sat across from her and waited for her to speak.

"I have assigned Jed to you in the event that he needs to be retained after tonight's treatment."

"The Monseigneur already told me Sister."

"We also need to talk about today's little fiasco. Your dear Doctor approached me saying my treatments were unfit for our patients. If I recall I have heard that same talk before from another Doctor here. You seem to be an influence on him, a bad one at that. I suggest that you two keep your distance from each other if you want to continue to stay here." Sister Jude set the mail down on her desk and stared down at Giselle.

"Oh come now Sister Jude how could a girl like me possibly influence a smart man like Doctor Thredson. He is independent and I'm sure like all God's children was blessed with free will." Giselle said rubbing religion in her face. She never skipped the opportunity.

"That maybe the case Giselle but please remember that I am the head of this institution and my methods are not to be questioned, especially by people like you!" She said sitting down.

"People like me?" Giselle said offended. "What does that mean? People with ideas and people who carry compassion for the ill? I believe if anything I am exactly the person to question your methods!" Sister Jude shook her head laughing.

"One of these days Giselle you will have served your purpose and you can be assured that many people here are waiting for that day."

"Are they now? So not only are you beating around the bush telling me how you hate me, you're implying the whole institution wants me gone?" Giselle said raising her brow.

"Miss. Tyler, I think it's time you retire for the night. Take a shower and mull over my words. It's been a long day."

"What about my new patient?" She said as Jude rose to open the door.

"What about him?" Sister Jude said hand on the door knob.

"Shouldn't I be present for treatment? You need a medical doctor on hand for this procedure and Arden will not-"

"The Monseigneur and I have decided with your previous encounter with Jed it would be best if we asked Thredson to be present. We can't have you being afraid of your patients." Sister Jude opened the door and Giselle left defeated. She could not argue that Jed had a terrifying effect on her in his current state. She walked down the stairs and made her way to her room opening her wardrobe and picking out her night dress and robe. Grabbing her slippers she made her way to the bathing room that some of the overnight nun's used. It was up a flight of stairs and behind a locked door. Setting down her towel and She turned the steaming water on and began to take off her clothes. She just wanted the day to end already it seemed like it was longer than eleven hours of work. She dipped slowly into the tub and closed her eyes. Her body began to relax from the warm water relieving her tense muscles. She sat up placing a wet wash cloth over her face and turning off the water. The room was silent and she could hear her heartbeat. She tried counting the beats per minute and determine her heart rate. Then as soon as she averaged a nice 83 she heard a loud noise and took the rag off her face. She couldn't see anything and she knew her eyes were open. She then heard the siren of the alarm and she quickly got out of the tub, grabbing her towel, she struggled to find the door knob of the bathroom. Once found it she could see the red flash of lights in the halls under the door. Curiosity piqued and she popped her head out of her door way. Nothing was going on but the sirens and flashing lights. She quickly grabbed her things and dressed leaving her old clothes behind her. She wanted to reach her bedroom as soon as possible. When she reached her floor tugging the robe's strings tightly around her waist she saw all the doors down the hall were opened and female patients stood out in the hall decorated with various confused faces. She quickly went back in her bedroom and slammed the door shut locking it and getting into bed. The confusion in the hall held no interest for her, she wanted to get away from it all. So she hid under the blankets. She didn't know what would happen with all the patients loose but she just wanted to hide in case something bad did happen. She put her head under her pillow and shut her eyes wishing this fear away.

She woke up to the sound of knocking at her door and with a foggy head she sat up. The knocking didn't stop. The light of day made it into her room and she pulled the warm covers off her body. The knocking continued.

"Who is it?" Giselle asked walking straight to her wardrobe to find clothes for the day.

"Frank, it's nearly ten o'clock . You were absent at breakfast, we were concerned." He said in his thick Bostonian accent. She quickly dressed and tried to find her shoes.

"Is there anything leftover?" She yelled through the door grabbing her shoes and hosiery. She hopped around trying to put on her hose and Frank could hear it from outside.

"No Miss. Tyler. Are you alright in there?" Giselle grabbed her cardigan and brushed her hair quickly. She decided to leave it down for the day due to her pressure for time.

"I'm fine Frank. I'll be out in a minute." She said slipping on her shoes and quickly glancing at her reflection in the mirror. She decided she looked good enough and opened the door finding Frank still outside her door. "Hello Frank." She said to the officer. He nodded and tipped the brim of his hat at her as she pulled the door shut behind her.

"Miss. Tyler you need to visit with Sister Jude ASAP. She's got some bad news for ya." He said walking with her down the hall.

"Does it have to do with the alarms last night?" She asked. Frank shrugged his shoulders.

"She don't tell me what you two talk about, I was just told to find ya."

"Well we didn't have anyone try to escape did we?" She asked climbing up the stairs.

"We had two, Bloody Face and your Miss. Grace." He said simply. "The orderlies caught them and wouldn't ya know it, here they come now." Leaving Sister Jude's office was the same man from yesterday and Grace. So Giselle had tried to bum a cigarette off of Bloody Face, that sent a shiver down her spine. She had heard all about his work and didn't really want to run into him on a bad day. She be lying if she hoped to never run into him. She did want to try and help diagnose and cure him but only if she knew she had control of the situation. Kit Walker, the identity she had heard whispered about, seemed to walk with a limp and Grace looked like she had been crying. She had no idea what happened in the office before she came in but she could only presume Sister Jude was up to her cruel punishment as usual. Walking in there was another lady in the room, a patient to be exact.

"Aah, Miss. Tyler pleased to see you finally woke up to join the living." Giselle rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"What was it you needed me for Sister?"

"Miss Lana Banana you can see your way out." Sister Jude said to the other woman in the room. She looked pale as though she just witnessed something heart breaking. With Sister Jude it was hard guessing. Giselle didn't move any closer to her supervisor. "You remember our previous arrangement?"

"Which one?

"We had discussed the possibility of Jed Porter being a patient. Unfortunately that is no longer a possibility for us."

"Why did Thredson take him-"

"No we had to deliver his last rights to him. There was no hope for him, whatever evil plagued him was too strong for him to fight." Sister Jude held out a folder to Giselle. She took it and opened it up. There was a disturbing photo of the young boy with blood covering his face and foam coming out of his mouth. She read his cause of death trying to understand how a 17 year old died of a heart attack. She looked to Sister Jude with confusion.

"Heart attack? Sister that hardly seems-"

"Natural? I'm aware of these strange conditions but we could hardly write down that he was possessed by a demon. Your people tend to frown upon those explanations." Giselle closed the folder and handed it back.

"Was that all?" Giselle asked without emotion. She hardly appreciated the way the staff had to make distinctions between themselves and herself.

"Yes it was. You're dismissed." Giselle rose from her chair and walked to her office she had about thirty minutes before she would meet with Shelly and an orderly. She had about an hour and a half before Spivey's questionable treatment . She needed to start calculating, her job was on the line but so was a patient's well-being. She passed by the closed door of Thredson's office but could hear talking through the door. As unprofessional as it was she still lingered by the door trying to hear anything. Everything was muffled but she could hear a loud 'damn it' from the other side. With that she leaned away from the door and went on her way to her office. She quickly grabbed Shelly's file and flipped it open. She had to think how she would get the orderly out of the room to talk privately to Shelly.

Thirty minutes later an orderly walked behind Shelley as she entered the room. The session was held as normal, talk-therapy. Shelley needed to be understood by someone, needed to see compassion. Giselle had determined this was the causation for her fixation with intercourse. She found the compassion she so desperately sought in the pleasure she gave to men and herself. Giselle had made a difference since Shelley came to her. When she was first admitted she would sprawl herself in the day room begging other patients to take her. Now she had control a lot of her urges but Giselle still heard orderlies talk about how good she was. When the session neared its end Shelley and the orderly made their way to the door.

"Excuse me but can I have a word in private with Shelley, it's about some feminine things." Giselle spoke to the orderly Carl. She knew his name was Carl because he was taller and more built than any other orderly, and because he walked like a solider.

"Yeah I'll be right outside." He said closing the door behind him. Shelley looked at Giselle with confusion for a moment.

"Shelley, I have sometime this afternoon to try Spivey's treatment if your still up for it."

"Oh I'm always up for it." She said laughing.

"Good than make your way back her in twenty minutes. I can give you two thirty minutes to yourself but no more. You have to be quite, I'll be on the outside of the door, just knock when you are done I'll open the door if the cost is clear. If I knock, we are all screwed."

"Well that might do you some good Doc, might make you less of an uptight bitch."

"I've had enough to not worry about it for quite some time. I'll see you in twenty." The women left the office each preparing to commit sinful actions.