Chapter 7

Tuesday morning at the Asylum

Dr. Franklin was reading the notes Matron Reed had been meticulously recording on the patient in room 6. Every detail relating to the patient was written before him in the matron's firm handwriting.

"So the water treatment hasn't helped his condition at all, Matron?" Dr. Franklin said looking from the notes to the Matron.

"I'm afraid not doctor, as you can see in my notes he is still exhibiting psychotic behavior. Still claiming there's nothing wrong with him. He is hostile to my staff and just the morning he refused to eat and threw his morning meal onto the floor." replied Matron Reed.

"I will reassess his mental status. I may have to try electro shock therapy to improve his condition, come with me Matron."

Dr. Franklin and the Matron moved from the nurse's station into the corridor.

The Matron spoke to the large man perched on a tiny chair at the other end of the corridor. "Stan, open No.6 for Dr. Franklin he wishes to speak with the patient."

Stan got hastily to his feet and moved to room 6, unbolted the door and pulled it open, then stood back to allow them to enter.

Dr. Franklin moved to the cot looking down into the hostile bloodshot green eyes of the young man restrained there. "Young man why did refuse to eat and throw your food on the floor? This kind of behavior and your behavior towards the staff is unacceptable."

"You've got to be kiddin me, Mister Congeniality out there just about dumped it on me and expected me to eat with these on." His eyes indicating the restraints.

The doctor looked at the matron. "Is this true Matron, was the patient left restrained at meal time?"

"No doctor, of course not. Stan removed the restraints to allow him to eat. He threw the meal on the floor, so Stan had to restrain him again."

The doctor looked back down at the patient. "Why did you do that? You must eat, we are trying to help you."

"Hey doc your kind of help I don't need."

"That is why you are here."

"The only thing I want you to do for me is untie me, I need to take a leak."

At the young man's request the doctor looked a little embarrassed. "Stan, take the restraints off so he can use the chamber pot."

Stan came in, over to the cot and removed the restraints. He bent down beside the cot taking something from underneath it. When he straightened he was holding a ceramic chamber pot which he thrust towards the patient. "Make it snappy." He said.

"It speaks." The patient said as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the cot and sat rubbing at his chaffed wrists.

Then he stood slowly and took the offered chamber pot by the handle.

"A bit of privacy here." He said looking from the matron to the doctor then at Stan.

"Stan will stay." The doctor said as he turned and left the room followed by the matron.

Stan crossed his arms across his massive chest and waited. "Hey Stan you like to watch huh?" said the patient.

There was nothing in Stan's expression to indicate he had heard the sarcastic comment.

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Dean knew this was his best and probably only chance of getting out of here. Somehow he needed to get back to 2007 and back to Sam, before these people killed him with these treatments.

No longer restrained and on his feet, he had to try something.

If he was successful in his bid for freedom, what the hell was he gonna do then where would go he was in the sixties a time before he was even born. I'll just have to make something up as I go along.

Dean turned his back on No.3 and made use of the chamber pot.

As he turned back he used the momentum of the turn and the weight of the pot and swung it against the side of No. 3's head.

The chamber pot shattered against his head showering him with pieces of broken pot and urine. He went down without a sound.

Dean vaulted over his prone body, went to the door looking cautiously out into the corridor. To his right at the nurses' station Dr. Franklin and the matron were conversing with their backs to him. To his left the corridor was empty.

Dean went that way and ran towards where he knew the stairs were, on the right at the end of the corridor.

He was almost there when No.1 turned into the corridor from the stairs.

Dean's bare feet skidded to a stop on the polished floor. "Son of a bitch." He said.

No.1 stopped suddenly when he saw him, then No.1 smiled a smile so evil any demon would have been proud and said. "What do we have here, you planning' on goin' somewhere?"

Dean returned the smile with one of his own, at the same he lifted his leg in a kick aimed at No.1's groin.

Before Dean's kick connected the big man grabbed Dean's uplifted leg by the ankle and twisted it to one side all in the one motion.

This sent Dean's whole body in the direction of the twisting of his foot. Dean hit the floor on his chest and stomach, his face smashing painfully into the hard floor.

Dean was momentarily stunned by the contact with the floor.

No.1 pushed his knee into the small of Dean's back at the same time grabbing his wrists and twisting them painfully back and up towards his shoulder blades.

Dean held back a cry of pain at the pain in his back and arms.

His bid for freedom had failed.

He heard the sound of rubber soled shoes squeaking against the floor as they ran towards where he lay at the end of the corridor.

Dean heard the doctor's voice but was unable to see him, as his face was still mashed against the floor. "Matron, sedate this patient at once."

"Yes doctor right away."

Dean felt the familiar prick of a needle this time in the side of his neck. "Not this again." He said through clenched teeth.

The drug took effect almost immediately and Dean could feel his senses dulling.

The pressure on his arms lessened and the knee was removed from his back.

Now unable to fight them off, he felt one of them take his wrists and another his ankles, then lifted him so that his back was brushing against the floor and his head fell back and banged painfully against the floor.

He was carried back to the room like a sack of rice, dumped once again on the cot and the restraints tied back in place.

Dean was able to say one more thing before his senses finally left him. "Sorry Sammy I tried."

TBC

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