A/N: Thanks for all the support and reviews!
~Severus Addicted
In this chapter I will go into detail about the examination process that I went through during my stay at a hospital. Many of you will probably get mad at the process: I know I did. Hermione's feelings and thoughts toward the examination process were my exact feelings during it. When you review you may want to rant and rave about the examination process and exclaim how unfair and how "no hospital does that" but I have been to two mental hospitals and both made me go through this horror.
Keep the respect.
Chapter Four: Sparkles Can Fix Anything
Appearing in a white office, Hermione found herself sitting on an uncomfortable, plastic chair in front of a big desk.
Looking to her side she noticed Miss Kline seated in another plastic chair filling out papers.
Hermione bit her lip and stayed silent as the nurses filled out paperwork after paperwork.
"Give me your hand please," The big man sitting behind the desk asked her in a gruff voice.
Hermione swallowed and looked as if she wanted to run.
Offering her a smile that seemed strange on his face, the man said, "It's okay, Hermione, I won't hurt you. I just need to put this wrist band on her arm, okay?"
Hermione studied the band, "What's it for?"
"It has your room number, name, I.D," He explained softly.
Slowly, Hermione gave him her hand and allowed him to put the band on her.
Miss Kline handed him the papers she was filling out and then turned to look at her, "I am going to ask you some questions that you must answer truthfully."
After Hermione gave a hesitant nod she continued, "Do you have any allergies?"
Hermione shook her head.
"Do you have any tattoos?"
Hermione smirked, "No, I'm thirteen!"
This brought an amused smile to both their faces.
The man chuckled, "You have no idea at what age kids get their bodies inked anymore."
Hermione shrugged her shoulders, "I guess."
Miss Kline continued, "Tell Mr. Hains here why I have brought you here."
Hermione's smile immediately disappeared, "Why can't you just tell him?"
"You are going to have to get used to answering this question, dear. Do not be ashamed. You will answer this question almost everyday during Group Therapy."
Hermione stood from her chair, "Hold up! No one said anything about Group Therapy! I don't want to do that! That's stupid!"
Sighing, Miss Kline replied, "You have to. Now, tell Mr. Hains why you are here."
Hermione clenched her teeth and glared at the desk in front of her.
Mr. Hains tapped his desk and said patiently, "Are you a drug addict?"
Hermione shook her head, "No."
He asked another question, "Are you a cutter?"
Hermione's eyes widened at the name, "Excuse me?"
Miss Kline sighed, "Yes, you are considered a cutter."
Hermione glared at them, "That's an awful name!"
Mr. Hains glanced at Miss Kline uneasily.
"What do you call yourself then?" Miss Kline asked as if she were annoyed.
"I call myself by my name! Just because I hurt myself doesn't mean I must have a title!" Hermione shouted.
"If you do not calm down, Hermione, I am going to have to give you-"
"Bite me! You can stick your titles up your ass!" Hermione snapped in anger.
Mr. Hains stood from his seat, went around the table and gently pushed Hermione back into her seat, "Miss you need to calm down. We won't call you a cutter, anymore. I promise." He glared over at Miss Kline until she nodded her head in agreement.
Hermione huffed and crossed her arms across her chest, "I want to go home."
Mr. Hains shook his head, "You cannot go home yet. Now, please, Hermione, let's just finish this process up and then I will take you to your room and help you get settled, okay?"
"When will Minerva come to visit me?" Hermione asked.
"Visiting hours are between 3-5," He answered gently.
Before Hermione could ask another question, Miss Kline stood and said, "Hermione I need you to follow me."
"I don't trust you. Where are you taking me?" Hermione asked before she even stood up.
Miss Kline looked highly annoyed, "I have to examine you."
Hermione paled, "No."
Mr. Hains jumped in before things got out of hand again, "It is just a quick once over. I won't be in the bathroom with you two. It's okay."
"I'm not going to get naked for her to check me out!" Hermione snapped in disgust.
"Okay what if I get a different nurse?" Mr. Hains offered gently.
Hermione glared at the floor.
"Miss Kline I need you to go find a new nurse and then return to what you were doing before you were called away," Mr Hains said.
Hermione sat rigidly on plastic seat. Tears of frustration and embarrassment rimmed her eyes as she thought about the upcoming invasion of privacy.
Mr. Hains looked at her sadly, "Would you like a stuffed animal to hold while the examination goes on? You can keep it afterwards?"
The tears finally rolled down her face, "I don't want to be here."
A blonde haired nurse entered the room. She looked to be about twenty years old. Smiling at Hermione she said, "Hello, sweetie, my name is Miss Klingingsmith but you may call me by my first name: Maria."
She held out her hand and waited for Hermione to shake it.
Hesitantly, Hermione shook her hand, "My name is Hermione. . ."
Maria's smile helped her relax a little, "I know the examination process is super embarrassing but I promise it will be extremely quick and painless! Besides, we are both girls after all."
Hermione bit her lip, "I feel like I'm about to get molested."
Maria's smile fell, "Oh sweetie I'm sorry you feel that way."
"W-why do you have to do that?" Hermione's voice shook from nerves.
Mr. Hains jumped in to explain, "Well, dear, we just like to make sure no one is carrying anything with them that could hurt themselves that cannot be caught by the magical examination."
Hermione bit her lip, "C-can I keep my underwear on?"
Mr. Hains looked pained as he replied, "Normally every article of clothing must be removed."
Hermione looked horrified, "But why would anyone put something down there?!"
This caused Mr. Hains to chuckle, "You would be surprised."
Seeing her terrified and sad face caused him to feel bad, "I'll tell ya what, Hermione. I will sign off that I told Maria that you can keep your underwear on. However, if I find you hurt yourself you will immediately be put in the safe-room. Deal?"
Hermione quickly nodded her head.
Before Maria led her out of the room Mr. Hains offered her a grey stuffed hippo, "Here, dear."
Hermione took the stuffed animal and held it close to her. Just because she's thirteen doesn't mean she's too old for the support of an old stuffed animal.
Following Maria into a bathroom, Hermione stood nervously as Maria pulled out a clipboard. "What do you need the clipboard for?"
"I have to mark if you have any scars or marks on your body, sweetie."
Hermione slowly nodded her head, I guess that makes sense.
"Alright, let's do this as fast as we can okay?" After Hermione nodded she said, "Please remove your clothes except your underwear."
Nervously, Hermione took off her clothes.
She felt her cheeks growing red as she covered up her top with her hands.
Maria gave her an understanding smile, "It's okay, don't be embarrassed."
Seeing a scar on her stomach, she asked, "Where did that scar come from dear?"
Hermione kept her gaze locked on the floor, "When I was six I had a bicycling accident and I was in a bathing suit. I have a scar down by my ankle from the same accident."
Maria nodded and marked it down. Turning her back, she said, "You may get dressed, Hermione."
Hermione couldn't be told twice and she quickly threw on her clothes.
Once she was dressed, Maria turned back around, "Alright, I'm going to take you to your room. In a half an hour we are having a Group Therapy session that you must attend."
Hermione sighed and followed Maria to a door. The door had a small window at the top and a lock on the outside.
Hermione stared at it in horror, "Am I going to be locked in here?"
Maria shook her head, "The lock is only for your protection. Every door has a lock on it for when a patient goes AWOL."
That made her feel better.
Entering the plain room, Hermione looked at the bed in disgust, "That looks really uncomfortable."
Maria nodded, "If needed you can get a nurse to come make it comfier."
"Can you just turn it into memory foam now?" Hermione asked with a smile.
Maria chuckled and flicked her wand, "Better?"
Hermione flopped on the bed and left out a relieved sigh, "Much, thank you."
"Remember, there is a Group Therapy session in a half an hour. Make sure you are there or you will not get a bedtime snack tonight."
Hermione rolled her eyes into the pillow, How old do they think I am? Three?
Pulling the stuffed hippo close, Hermione clenched her eyes tight to keep from crying.
I don't want to be here. I hate it already!
They invaded my privacy! Miss Kline is rude! I hate this!
I hate Madam Pomfrey for making me come here and I hate Minerva for not stopping them from taking me away!
I'd rather be dead then be here!
Tears rolled down her cheek and she bit her lip in anger.
The sound of footsteps coming into her room caught her attention and she quickly sat up. Sitting on the other bed in the room was a girl probably around the age of sixteen.
"Who are you?" The girl asked nervously.
Hermione bit her lip again, "I'm Hermione. Who are you?"
"Ariel. What are you here for?" Ariel asked in a quiet, shy voice.
Hermione lowered her gaze to the floor.
Ariel came over and sat on the edge of Hermione's bed, "I'll tell you why I am here and then maybe that will give you the courage to tell me why you're here. I'm here because I have an eating disorder."
Hermione glanced up at her and hugged the hippo tighter, "I-I hurt myself."
Offering her a kind smile, Ariel said, "They'll help you here. I've been here for about two weeks now. They're very kind."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Miss Kline isn't kind."
Ariel giggled, "No, no she is not. Did they give you the examination yet?"
Embarrassed, Hermione nodded her head.
"Well, during my examination I had a spout of accidental magic which threw her through the bathroom wall!"
Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the thought, "I wish I would have seen that!"
Ariel's smile faded, "Yeah it was absolutely hilarious until they tranquilized me."
Biting her lip, she said, "I'm sorry."
Ariel shrugged her shoulders, "It's no big deal." Looking at the clock on the wall, she stood, "Come on, we need to go to Group Therapy."
Hermione groaned, "That sounds like a nightmare!"
Smirking, she nodded in agreement, "It is but later we get a snack before bed!"
Hermione sighed and followed her out of the room.
Merlin help me if I get excited over a stupid bedtime snack. Being stuck in this building must have really screwed with that girl's priorities!
They entered a blue and white colored room with a long table in the middle. Children around her age surrounded the table. Some of them were coloring while others simply had their heads lying down.
Sitting beside Ariel, Hermione took in a nervous breath.
She could feel everyone's eyes on her and it made her uncomfortable.
A nurse entered the room with a clipboard and a stack of papers. As she handed out the papers she said, "Everyone this is Hermione please show her around later and be kind. If she is confused about something help her out."
"We eat our food in this room too," Ariel whispered to her as she looked at the paper she was just handed.
Hermione groaned as she looked at the chart on the paper.
"I want everyone to start filling out this chart when the time comes each day. This is called a Mood Chart. You will put down how you feel at certain times of the day. At the bottom is a place you can put any complaints or ideas."
Hermione held in her groan, This looks stupid.
"Alright everyone let's go around the table and introduce ourselves to Hermione. Also we still have to say our goals for the day. My name is Cindy and I am in charge of the Group Therapy sessions everyday. My goal for the day is to make Hermione feel very welcome," Cindy told her with a kind smile.
Next was a boy with black hair and scars all over his arms, "I'm Aaron. My goal for the day is to take care of my anger appropriately," he said this with an evil smirk.
Next was another boy but with blonde hair, "I'm Savoren but you can call me Ren. My goal for the day is to make it to every session so I can finally get my damned snack at night!" He threw Hermione a wink which caused her to blush.
"Savoren watch your language," Cindy reprimanded him lightly.
He rolled his eyes at her and returned to coloring.
Next was a girl with bright red hair.
Hermione really wanted to ask if she was a Weasley.
"My name is Sapphire and my goal for the day is to try to stay positive."
Next was Ariel, "Well you already know me," she told her with a smile. "My goal for the day is to get to know my roommate better."
Everyone looked at her expectantly.
Hermione swallowed nervously and stared at the tabletop, "My name is Hermione."
"What's your goal for the day?" Cindy asked her gently.
Biting her lip, she shrugged, "I don't have one."
Cindy tapped her fingers on the table, "Well that's not good. How about you make your goal to feel more at ease here?"
Hermione slowly nodded her head.
Cindy walked away from the table and unlocked a cabinet. Pulling out a box and tubes of glitter, she returned and put the stuff on the table. "Alright everyone. Today we are going to make Mood Jars. Have any of you heard of them before?"
Everyone stayed silent.
After putting a charm on all the glass jars to become unbreakable, she handed everyone one jar. Sitting the different colors of glitter in the middle of the table she then took a pitcher, walked over to the sink and filled it up with luke warm water. Returning to the table she walked around and put water in everyone's jar.
"Now we need to add some glycerin," she passed the bottle of glycerin around the table and told each child when to stop squeezing.
When the bottle of glycerin returned to her, she pulled out a bottle of clear dish soap and handed it around the table.
"Alright everyone now put your lids on tightly and then you can begin to shake. Keep shaking until the soap and glycerin dissolves in your water," Cindy told them as she too shook her jar.
Once everyone stopped shaking she continued, "Alright, now you can start putting in your sparkles. With every pinch of sparkles you put in think of something that makes you mad or upset."
Hermione grabbed the purple sparkles and put a pinch in, That pinch of sparkles is for my unloving parents!
She threw in another big pinch of purple sparkles into her jar, That is for having my privacy invaded!
Then she added more and more sparkles. She added sparkles for Minerva taking away her time-turner and for Minerva trying to trim her nails. She added silver sparkles for Madam Pomfrey making her come to this stupid hospital! She added more silver sparkles for having to deal with Miss Kline. Then last but not least she added a pinch of light blue sparkles for all the horrible urges she has to hurt herself.
Once everyone finished putting sparkles in their jars, Cindy flicked her wand making the lids on the jars stick tight so they could not re-open them. "Now, when you become upset you need to shake your jar really hard and watch the sparkles settle to the bottom of your jar. Once they are all settled and you are still feeling icky give your jar another shake."
Hermione shook her jar and watched as the silver, blue and purple sparkles drifted to the bottom.
Fascinated, she gave her jar another shake.
Maybe this place isn't going to be too bad. . .
A/N: Hey everyone thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!
Please leave a review and let me know your thoughts!
~Severus Addicted
Mood Jar:
Use a jar about the size of a large baby food jar or spice container.
Fill your jar 3/4 full with warm tap water.
Add glycerin until your water almost gets to the top of the jar but don't get too close.
Put four drops of liquid soap (clear works best!).
Make sure you put your lid on tight and shake until both the glycerin and soap dissolves in the water.
Remove the lid and add colorful sparkles (the smaller the sparkles the better!)
P.S: I did not create this wonderful idea!
P.P.S: I have two Mood Jars and they work wonderfully! Don't be afraid to try something new :)
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