Charlie

"You can't just check patients out of here whenever you please Mr Clemence. She has to go through assessments and be confirmed as having a fit state of mind before she can be signed out by two doctors, and I certainly wouldn't want to discharge her before I thought that she was able to cope with the outside world." I tried to explain that he couldn't just waltz in here and take Kirsty home whenever he felt like it but it didn't seem to be going down well.

"But she my wife and I want her at home with me and Nita, where she should be." He stressed the end of the sentence but it made no difference to me. I wasn't going to let her go home today and probably not any time soon.

"I'll fill out whatever paperwork you want but she's coming home with us today." He continued when he realised I wasn't going to budge and started telling me what was going to happen.

"It doesn't work like that she's been committed and two doctors have to sign off on her stable state of mind before she can leave and we would have to see a dramatic change in her behaviour. We would want her talking and eating and lots of therapy sessions under her belt so that she starts to deal with everything that has happened to her." I tried to keep my cool and explain to him but Warren's face was turning redder by the second.

"I want her transferred to a private hospital then, so she can get the best care." He said snootily openly implying that they weren't giving his wife the best care.

"I really don't think that is necessary Mr Clemence, or in Kirsty's best interest." I tried to reason with him. I highly doubted that Kirsty would want to be moved to a different hospital where she didn't know anyone.

"Who are you to tell me what is in my wife's best interest? I'm going to go and tell Kirsty what is happening, and then I'm going home to arrange it." And with that he stalked off towards Kirsty's room probably to tell her what was going to happen.

Warren

Who was he to tell me Kirsty couldn't come home? He didn't know anything, about her or about her life. She was fine. All she needed was to be back at home, away from my mother and her work colleagues.

I was fuming by the time I reach Kirsty's room and I pushed the door open. It swung easily on its hinges and slammed against the wall behind it. I stepped into the room boldly looking dirtily at the young woman sat on the opposite bed to Kirsty.

I took hold of the door and slammed it closed in frustration.

Kirsty jumped in her seat which was on her bed, a look of panic and fear on her face. I strode over to her bed and noticed how she cowered away from me slightly, but I didn't care.

"I'm having you transferred to a private hospital so you can get the best care. I really don't think you are receiving it here." I smeared the word 'here' showing just how little I thought of it.

She looked shocked for a second before she had taken in what I had said. Then she just nodded in submission. That was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be. I thought she was going to put up a fight. I thought that she would have wanted to stay here and would have had the courage to say that to me while we were in a public place and knew that I couldn't do very much to her with out drawing attention and suspicion to myself.

But she hadn't she just nodded in agreement her eyes looking coldly into mine. I don't think I'd ever seen her look so coldly at me before. She'd been angry and upset but never icy cold. It was shilling and a small shiver went up my spine. I managed not to shiver noticeably and instead made it look like I was stretching.

"You're moving first thing in the morning so I'll pack your bag for you." I said moving to pull her bag out from underneath her bed. I did and placed it on the bed beside her. She made no movement to help me while I placed her clothes and toiletries into the bag instead she stared blankly at the floor in front of her and I wondered who this show was for, me or the woman scrutinizing my every move.

I could feel her room mate's eyes burning into my back. She was watching every little thing I did but chose to ignore her completely. I was so close to turning around and losing my temper with her and I had to keep reminding myself where I was and what would happen if I did. So rather than create a scene which might possibly stop me taking Kirsty to the private hospital tomorrow I finished packing her bag and zipped it closed.

I sat next to Kirsty taking her hands in mine. I wanted to speak to her but her room mate stayed exactly where she was even when I asked her not so nicely to leave us alone. She was in a psychiatric ward after all; she could well have mental problems.

I sat with Kirsty in silence for about five minuets glaring up at the woman opposite us from time to time but she never seemed to get the hint. In the end I gave up and tucked Kirsty into bed. I pulled the duvet over her then snuggled the sides in for warmth.

"Sleep well, you've got a big day tomorrow. I love you." I said with little to no emotion. I placed a kiss to her forehead before getting up and leaving the room. If only she knew how big it would actually be.

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