Chapter 6

Jesse pulled at his bed restraints in frustration, the sleep deprivation, hunger and dehydration really starting to get to him. All he wanted to do was sleep, but every time he started to drop off, the buzzer would go off and Mark would walk in, doing his 'Who killed Dylan Matterson?" routine.

Buzz!

Jesse gave out an irritated groan as Mark entered.

"Who killed Dylan Matterson?" Mark asked for what felt like the thousandth time, as far as Jesse was concerned.

The younger mans eyes narrowed, OK, lets see how fake Mark likes being asked question after question, "Where did Macie find you two anyway?" OK, it was pretty childish, but right now Jesse didn't give a rats ass.

Mark was slightly taken aback by the sudden question, but quickly recovered, "You killed Dylan Matterson."

The slightest hint of a smirk appeared on Jesse's face, "How did she find you both?"

"You killed Dylan Matterson."

"Did she put out an Ad in the newspaper, with a picture of Mark and Amanda saying 'look-a-likes wanted' or something?"

"You killed Dylan Matterson."

"No really, I'm genuinely curious..."

"Who killed Dylan Matterson?"

Damn, this guy just won't budge, "And where the hell is Steve? Could Macie not find a Steve Sloan look-a-like?"

"You killed Dylan Matterson."

"How much is she paying you for this?"

"You killed Dylan Matterson."

"Oh for the love of..." Jesse groaned loudly, frustrated that all his questions hadn't stopped Mark's routine, "How long are you gonna keep doing this? We all know I didn't kill Dylan, and I'm not gonna admit to something I didn't do, so can you just quit whatever this is already?"

"You killed Dylan Matterson."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Jesse looked towards the door, "Why is she doing this to me? It's not like I was a threat to her, I'd forgot all about Dylan until she showed up."

"We're doing this to help you Jesse." Mark placed his hand on Jesse's shoulder.

The younger man pulled away, "Don't touch me!"

"You're very sick."

"You're depriving me of sleep, food and water, and you say I'm the sick one?"

"This is all for your own good, you just need to trust us, we're doing this for you."

"Like hell it is!" Jesse started to pull harshly at his restraints, "Just let me out of this damn place!"

"Jesse calm down."

He pulled harder, wincing as the restraints dug into his skin.

Mark stood up, "You should stop that, or you're going to hurt yourself..." The older man said as he exited the room.

Jesse's head was pounding, his mouth was dry, he felt light headed and he really needed to sleep, but he was too afraid to allow his eyes to close in case he was subjected to another one of Mark's 'therapy sessions'. Jesse was fairly certain that his dehydration level had hit moderate by now, going off his symptoms, and the heat in the room wasn't helping to keep him hydrated any.

Buzz!

Jesse rolled his eyes when Macie walked in, "Oh great..." He muttered under his breath.

She took a water bottle from her bag and unscrewed the lid, "Here drink this."

Jesse eyed the bottle suspiciously.

"Jesse, it's just water."

"Fine..." He was too exhausted to care, "Are you gonna take these off?" He tugged at the wrist restraints.

Macie shot him an uncertain look.

"Oh come on, my legs are still strapped to the bed, and that things pointing straight at me," He nodded his head towards the camera, "It's not like I'm going anywhere."

She took one of the restraints off and gave him the bottle of water, "I know the therapy sessions aren't any fun Jesse, but Dr Sloan confident that in time, they'll help you get better." She told Jesse, as he greedily drank the refreshing liquid.

Jesse coughed slightly, "Where are my parents?"

"You're parents?"

"Yeah...Don't they ever visit me in here?"

She sighed, "Jesse...Do you remember their divorce and how upset that made you?"

"Yeah..."

"Well after that happened, seeing them was too distressing for you, so they, and Dr Sloan decided that it'd be best if they didn't come to see you anymore."

"Well, I wanna see them now." He passed the empty bottle back to her, waiting for reply. As far as he was concerned, there was no way she could rustle up a so many look-a-likes.

"I'll talk to Dr Sloan about it, and we'll see what he can do." She started to tear up a little.

"What?"

"Oh nothing, it's just...This is a really big step Jesse, you wanting to see your parents again." She smiled, "Maybe the therapy sessions are working after all." She put the restraint back on his wrist, "I promise I'll come back later, OK?" She said as she went to exit the room.

"Sounds more like a threat to me..." He mumbled, then his eyes widened and his jaw dropped, when outside the door he saw Amanda pushing a very familiar looking patient around in a wheelchair, "Steve...?"