Hellraising Dreamer
Chapter 09: Commitment
Almadynis
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Dr. Channard sat across the table from Kira's mother, paperwork under her left hand, a pen in her right. "Are you sure that this is necessary?"
His voice was calm, but insistent; his eyes impatient. "Yes, Mrs. Cassidy. Kira has become disconnected from reality. Her delusions are all she lives for anymore and they are extremely violent. You have seen them, Mrs. Cassidy. How long do you think it will be before she begins to live out her fantasies?"
She sighed and nodded in resignation.
Pen was put to paper.
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Kira came home, backpack lugging her drawing-covered notebooks. She raised her eyebrow at the odd white 4-door sedan in the driveway. Her mother must have another date.
The living room was dark when she came in, flipping the lights on absentmindedly as she moved. Kira froze when she saw Dr. Channard, an evil smirk hidden from the two—very large—orderlies beside him. "Hello Kira."
She blinked. Blinked again. "Seriously?" Channard's smirk grew across his face.
"Now Kira, let's not make this difficult."
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Channard nodded to the other main doctor, Dr. Green, standing with him as they both watched their newest patient, "…committed by her mother for a minimum 72 hour observation. The poor woman was understandably concerned when she saw these." He handed one of Kira's more imaginative notebooks to the orderly and watched the man pale.
"I've spoken with Kira for some weeks and the delusions seem to be focused in her dreams." Channard continued. "She is extremely lucid while awake until you question her about her dreams and this fantasy man," he turned to a page where a pale man with pins all over his head was featured. "All her life has become centered on him, to the determent of everything else. I will not be surprised if she stops eating and drinking, or even tries to commit suicide, so great is her wish to join him permenantly."
Dr. Green finally provided some input. "So, hourly bed checks. Suicide watch if necessary. I'll alert the nurses and orderlies about the food. Longer than three days and we'll put in a feeding tube." He looked again at the notebook; his mind finally focused on the clinical aspect. "I would recommend Thorazine to start."
Channard shook his head. "Her break from reality while sleeping makes that unfeasible. I am going to put her on Zyprexa. Abilify too; make sure it takes." He closed the girl's chart with a 'snap!' "I also want to see if sleep deprivation will help, as her fantasy only occurs while she dreams."
"Don't you think that's a bit harsh? It's only a 72 hour observation, Dr. Channard."
The Chief of Psychiatry glared at the newest doctor. "Why don't you see about taking the night shift; so you can watch over her." Green mentally groaned at the punishment. As a day doctor, going to the night shift would be hell. As the chief walked away, Green caught the parting order. "Make sure she doesn't sleep."
Channard allowed the full smile to pull at his face, now that no one could see. The bitch should have just agreed. Now…he laughed softly…now, she was going to find out what happened to his uncooperative patients.
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Gideon noted that this eternity seemed longer than most. That is, he missed his Kira. The escaped Resident had been returned to his room; now with extra features to keep him there. Kira would make a truly wonderful Keeper. He had already begun to implement some of her more creative ideas. Using reality against the Residents was a beautifully perfect hell.
He also idly flicked his eyes up at Leviathan. The god was rumbling more frequently since his last eternity with Kira. Gideon knew there was the possibility of Leviathan waking. He acknowledged to himself what he was willing to do if Leviathan was to touch his Kira. The Cenobites listened to his warning, but the god would not…would in fact, test his resolve.
Perhaps, given that his Kira was taking a longer eternity…perhaps the god was already.
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Kira cringed at the too-white room, walls padded to prevent her hurting herself. She cringed at the bright-white lights that never shut off. She cringed at the too-loud noise that never shut up playing constantly on hidden speakers. She sat huddled in the farthest corner from the door, cringing every time it opened.
No matter if the door opened for a new dose of drugs that clouded her mind, or orderlies force-feeding her, both were unwelcome. Channard occasionally came to gloat, but she steadfastly ignored him; never acknowledging him or speaking with him.
Kira knew some of what the human body could stand. She knew that the longest they could hope to keep her awake without killing her was seven days. However long it had been, it had to have been less than that.
But…in the midst of her mind, she was screaming with all her worth. Reaching, reaching, reaching…
GIDEON! GIDEON! GIDEON! GIDEON! GIDEON! GIDEON!
Gideon…please, please, please answer me…please, Gideon…I need you. I need you. Gideon. GIDEON! Come on, Gideon, answer me…please answer me…you are real. You ARE real. You are REAL. I KNOW YOU'RE REAL! You have to answer me…
GIDEON!
Please, you have to be real…you ARE real. You ARE. Gideon, please…I need you…
