*Norman's POV*

Soon after the ambulance comes to get me, and Dr. Vincent rides with me. I guess to make himself look good.

"Name?" The paramedic asks.
"Uh, Norman Bates." Dr. Vincent answers for me, since I'm still "out of it".
"Age?"
"I would say, around thirty."

The paramedic looks up at him, then back down. "What's his reason for being in a mental institution?"

"He, um, he.."
"I mean no disrespect, Doctor, but do you really know this little about your patients?"

Dr. Vincent's face falls, and he just sits back.

"How about I just ask the patient when he comes to, yeah?" The paramedic snaps, climbing back up to the passenger seat.

It's quiet other than the beep of the heart monitor machine next to me.
I barely open my eyes to see that we've arrived at the hospital, and I can't help raising the corners of my mouth into a small smile.

They pull up to the side of the building and jump out of the front, unhooking the stretcher I'm on and wheeling me into the hospital.

"Can you see if we can get him into a room, Sandy?" The paramedic asks. I'm assuming we're at a nurses desk.
"ICU or what?"
"No that won't be necessary. Just somewhere where I can keep a close eye on him."

She says something else that I couldn't really make out and soon after I'm being wheeled again into what I'm assuming is my room.

"One, two, three.." The nurse says, and I feel them lift me at my feet and my shoulders and lay me into a bed. I'm guessing they'll make me change into a hospital gown when I decide I wanna wake up.

"So, when will he be able to come back to our facility?" I hear Dr. Vincent ask.
"Sir, it's just a matter of time. I don't know. For now, we need to focus on taking care of him." She says.
"I don't want him here very long. He doesn't need to be without his medication."

Wow, what a liar.

"We have whatever he needs here. Sir, if you don't mind, you can leave now. We've got it from here."
"Maybe I ought to stay, just in case-"
"We're trained Sir, I promise we'll take good care of him."
"Alright. If he causes any trouble, call our facility and we'll handle it." He says, then I hear his footsteps and the door shuts.

The nurse shuffles around the room and I gently open my eyes.

"Well hello there Mr. Bates." She gives me a warm smile as she tightens a blood pressure cuff on my arm. "Do you know where you are?"

I nod.

"Ok, why haven't you been eating or drinking in the past few days?"

I shrug.

"Ok. Well, I'm gonna start you on an IV to help with dehydration, but it will most likely make you pretty sleepy for a few days."

I just look at her.

"And if you need anything, my name is Josephine." She smiles, turning to exit my room.
My heart skips at her name. It reminds me so much of Jolene, and she's as kind as Jolene. Well, as but not more.
I wonder how she is. Probably living happy with her fiancé, with him giving her all of the things I never can.

Oh well. I'll probably never see her again, but oh what a mark she left.

*Jolene's POV*

The phone rings, making both Richard and me jump.

We look at each other and he raises his eyebrows, "Well I'm not getting it."

I go over to get the phone, wincing at my bruised forearm. "Hello?"

"Jolene?"

"Yes?" I stare at the bruise on the top of my thigh, running my fingers across it gently.

"This is Warren James. Your boss from Fairvale."

I mentally sigh. "Oh, hello Mr. James. How do you do?"
"Good, good. Listen, I just wanted to call and tell you that your ex-patient Norman Bates is in the hospital."

My mouth falls open. "What happened? Is he ok?"
"Just same as usual, went into a trance, he wouldn't eat or drink, that sort of thing. Anyway, the reason I called is that Norman obviously doesn't have any family there to make choices for him. I was wondering if you'd go do it."
"Oh, Mr. James, I-"
"I know it's short notice, but he doesn't have anyone."
"But-"
"And I know it could be uncomfortable, but I really have faith in you."

I sigh.

"So, will you do it?"

I think for a minute, leaning around the doorway and looking at Richard.

The panging bruise on my side makes up my mind for me.

"Yes. I'll leave first thing tomorrow."

Thank you again for your reviews. I get so excited when I see you've left one. To answer your question, yes, Norman was thrown in the floor.

About the Mother thing, the way it works in my head is the medication helps Norman to almost forget about her. So, the longer he goes without it, the more likely it is for him to start thinking she's real rather than a delusion. I hope that makes sense. Again, it is fiction. :)

I look forward to your review of this chapter!