Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters from the Invisible Man. Any additional characters or fictitious places are mine to do with as I please.
Warning: This fic contains moderate to large amounts of pain, bloodshed and violence.
Previously in the madman...
She says she found a man fitting Darien's description in a 50 ft hole up in the hills where they own some land. She said he didn't look so good. So Bobby take Claire and Mrs. Medelsan here with you and she can show you where to go. Mr. Medelsan is still working so we'll take care of that from our end. Just go and Bobby."
"Yeah boss?"
"Hurry she said he didn't look too good.
And now Part 1:
A Time for Healing
That which does not kill us makes us stronger."
-Friedrich Nietzsche,
The phone rang a while ago it was Claire she wanted to be sure I came in today I guess I will. I've been sitting here for a while now, since about 1am. When my leg began to throb again. I guess I just don't see the point of trying to move; the pain will only start up again. It stopped hours ago and I know it will start again soon anyway. What that guy did to me it just brought back to me what I always knew. As long as I have this gland in my head I'll always just be somebody's lab rat.
It has been two weeks now since we caught that psycho-maniac that tried to kill my partner. The 'fish wants to see the keep and me. I don't know why? But somethin' about this just don't smell right. So we get there and well there's EBERT'S cowering as usual.
The official says we have a case to do and need Fawkes's help. The 'fish wants to know how my partner's doing. The keep said he's a little depressed he did think he was a goner after all. Who wouldn't be depressed? She also said he's having a rough time of it. His leg's not healing so good and the meds he's on ain't helpin'.
When we got to the office Claire was maaad. Boy I don't think I've seen her that mad since well since I can't remember when.
"I really don't think you should be sending Darien on any kind of mission in his condition." Claire insisted.
"Sorry he needs to get back on his feet so to speak and back into action. Besides we need him on this one broken leg or not he's on this case and that's final end of discussion."
"But sir..."
"ffft...I said end of discussion and I mean it."
"So you would risk Darien's life? For what? A case? I thought he meant more than that."
"He does, but we need him on this one. I'm sorry but that's how it has to be!"
"Fine!" She said and stormed out of the office. She went to meet Darien at the keep he had to see her for a shot before the meeting he would inevitably have with the official that day.
Darien got to the keep just before Claire did and that was something because it was taking him quite a bit longer than usual to get anywhere these days. When she finally got there she stormed through the door. She was so mad and angry she threw the clipboard she had across the room before she even noticed him and at the same time screamed in frustration.
"Darien what are...Oh yeah I forgot you were coming to see me.
"Hey you okay keep?" he asked concerned.
"Yeah, yeah the official wants to see you."
"Oh I know I saw Ebert's in the hall I told him I needed to get my leg checked out and get a shot first so here I am."
"Yeah okay." She said sounding a bit frustrated."
She turned to Darien looking over his leg. He winced at the pain as she probed the deep oozing gash. It was red and swollen and there was some bruising. And he could barely move it. She looked at it in disgust as she thought of her earlier conversation with the official.
Why was it he never listened when it came to Darien? She remembered multiple times she had advised other treatments of Darien for some reason or another and he would always excuse it as she was making this too personal. But it was personal. He had become a trusted friend and she hated what the official was doing to him.
"Hey are you sure you're okay there Claire? You don't look too good!"
She didn't look him in the face she just shook her head saying she was fine and trailing off not even realizing she had answered him. She tried to begin a conversation but she was distracted again when she began probing and checking him over like she needed to do anyway.
"I'm fine it's just...she thought for a moment then trailed off on something else. You're leg's not getting any better. Have you been taking the meds I gave you?"
"Yep, every four hours like you said. But it just doesn't help and I feel like I have to take more painkillers just to function. Man it took me 2 hours just to get here and now I'm totally exhausted. And by the way Claire you already told me you were okay so what's up?" He put a hand on her arm and looked up at her with the question still in his eyes.
"It's just that damn official he never listens you know?" She rubbed her fingers across her eyes then back across the bridge of her nose. Her meeting with the official had rattled her more than she thought it had.
"Yeah I know." He said his hand rotating up and down her arm consoling her then dropping back to his side.
I need to take your temperature. She took a quick temp and held his hand for a moment she was thankful for their friendship but now she really needed to talk to him about his leg.
"You're leg isn't healing quite as quickly as I'd like it, too. I don't think the meds are helping. But... she trailed off as she put down his hand and walked across the room. She knew she had to try something and him going gallivanting on some case doing who knows what on that leg wasn't going to help matters.
Darien sat up and took his leg in his hands as he rotated to get up.
Claire turned and stormed back over to the lab chair. "No you don't! I'm not done with you yet!"
"But Claire, the 'fish?" He gestured his head toward the door still sitting sideways on the edge of the lab chair.
"The way Ebert's talked it's pretty important so are you gonna let me go or not?"
"No! He can wait! You just lie back I need to give you you're shot and I want to try something else so come on lie back." She said and helped him lie back in the chair. Besides she didn't want to face the official any sooner than she had too.
It was another ½ hour before she finally finished up with him. Then she helped Darien into a wheelchair and pushed him down to the official's office. When they got there the official, Bobby and Ebert's were all waiting. Claire glared at the official in extreme protest to what he was about to do she was angry and she was letting him know it.
"Come on in and shut the door behind you please Claire and take a seat please."
"WHATEVER!" she said and stormed into the room.
Darien could tell she was still mad. She rolled him in almost shoving him right into the table. Walked over to stand by the window her arms folded not even looking at the official or anyone else for that matter.
'Woo hoo! Somebody's got the keep in an uproar. Fawkes what'd you do to her?"
'Nothin' Hobbes, you better ask the 'fish about that one it wasn't me."
Darien and Bobby both looked at the official as they said in unison "Hey what'd you do huh?" they both turned their heads and pointed to the keeper.
"Well, what'd you..." they were cut off abruptly.
"It doesn't matter who or what got the keeper in an uproar or anything else for that matter. What matters is we've got a job to do and we need your help Darien if we're gonna pull it off."
"Hey chief I can't walk so what good am I to you like this? Besides Claire says..."
'I know full well what the keeper says about you. And for this you don't need to walk."
"What kind of case is this that we won't need to walk?"
"I didn't say we Darien what I said was 'you' won't need to walk.
"Okay now you have my attention. What kind of case is this that I don't need to walk?
"Ebert's!"
"Yes sir Mr. Fawkes if you would please remain silent the official will inform you on what you need to know about this case."
"Yeah okay sorry. "Aah! Darien screamed and grabbed at his leg as it began to throb."
"Is he okay? Bobby asked as Claire ran over to him.
"Sorry guys just a pain spasm I get those sometimes."
"Okay now if everyone would please turn your attention to the screen we'll get on with this.
Pictures flashed in the now darkened room
"There are some doctors at a small rehab hospital and clinic we believe to be doing radical experimentation on some of their patients. Namely patient's that have a high government status. They have gone unnoticed and haven't been caught until now. We are going to catch these guys and stop them from whatever experimentation they might be doing. Preferably before someone else gets hurt.
"Hey boss what kind of experiments and what's the difference between them and this agency?"
"The difference is Darien that these people mutilate and kill people. We don't!"
"Yeah okay but I still don't see the difference."
"Would ya just shut up and listen?" Bobby demanded.
"I was just asking a question Hobbes."
The official continued. One of their so-called patients escaped. His name is Richard Myers; he was an agent for the FBI up until two years ago. When he was injured on the job. He went to this small privately owned hospital; because there had been rumors that they could treat his condition with overwhelming success."
"So boss what is his condition anyway?" Bobby asked.
"He has a back injury that has left him paralyzed. Which is why we need Darien. Their cover is in physical therapy and safe experimental procedures. 'They say!' We think that with his injury Fawkes would be perfect. Besides we might need him to do some invisibility if we're going to catch these guys."
"But their gonna know I'm not there for physical therapy as soon as they get a good look at me. There is no way I could even begin to do that on my leg right now."
"I know." The official grinned mischievously and then began to laugh wickedly.
Darien just looked at the official in disgust as Bobby rolled him to the door. "C'mon Fawkes."
"Oh and boys take Claire she's going as your very unconvinced private doctor!"
"Like that's a stretch. I'm not convinced so there's no way she would be." Darien said as the three of them went out the door.
Hey keep you want us to meet you somewhere or pick ya up? Darien asked. "I'll come by your apartment in about one hour if that's okay? I need to go by my place and get a few things first."
Yeah that'll be just fine."
Bobby took Darien to his apartment to get his stuff packed while they waited for Claire. Darien was worried about the keep, she seemed to be more concerned than she should be. He sat on the couch running his fingers through his hair in frustration and in a lot of pain. The painkillers were wearing off. He could barely contain himself. He hollered for Hobbes, but as usual he was in his own little world packing creatively for Fawkes.
Darien grabbed the crutches at the end of the couch after about the fifth time of trying to get, Bobby's attention and hobbled over to the cabinet. As soon as he opened the cupboard he noticed his meds were gone. He sighed in both fatigue and total aggravation. "Hobbes what did you do with my meds?" he screamed across the room.
"Oh you needed those? Yes I needed those. Hobbes what did I just say?
Just then the keeper came in shaking her head at the scene before her. She went over and helped Darien sit back down on the couch. She handed him some new meds she had brought for him. He took them with much relief. At the same time he was glaring at Hobbes.
"What?" Bobby asked acting like he didn't know what his partner was glaring at him for. "Hey, I didn't know okay you always blame me doesn't he always blame me Claire?" "Bobby don't!" Claire said while holding the glass she had taken from Darien.
"He needs to rest and he's in a lot more pain than he's letting on.
"Darien come on let's get you to the car before those meds; I just gave you take affect and you end up passed out on the couch here."
"You got no argument here." He pulled himself up off of the couch with Claire steadying him with one hand and holding the crutches with the other. Once he was up she helped him with the crutches and they headed to the car.
Twenty minutes later they headed out. It was a seven-hour drive and the official was too cheap to give them plane tickets. So Darien lay asleep in the back of the van on a makeshift bed. Claire and Bobby were in the front. Bobby drove and Claire tried relentlessly to give directions. And Bobby fought her on every one of the directions she tried to give.
Soon however, their fighting woke up a very tired Darien who had, had enough of their bickering that was going on and on and on.
"Hey! Can you guys just shut up, up there? How is anybody supposed to get any rest at all with you two fighting like an old married couple the entire time?"
"Well, now you know what that's like now don't you?" Claire said and started laughing which started Bobby laughing, too!
He just lay there disgusted at their mockery and closed his eyes as they made their way to the motel. Five hours later. They arrived there it was a cheap dinky little motel, but it was at least a shower and a bed. Which was better than trying to sleep in the van anyway.
Hobbes backed the car up to make it easier for Fawkes to get out. Claire grabbed the crutches from the back while Darien hoisted himself out of the van. He thought it was a lot easier getting in the van than it was getting out. Claire then helped Darien the rest of the way to the room. She checked his leg, which was still quite inflamed and had a lot of bruising and heat from the infection. She gave him his meds and told him to get some rest he said he'd try and he laid back on a bed that was too short for his long legs. But he said that he would try so he did. Claire went over and sat at the table to go over the next days plan with Bobby.
"Bobby what's next? Or do you even have a plan? She asked. She was trying to get a conversation going. She was really just trying to get her mind off of her concern for Darien who had finally passed out on the bed.
"Well Claire, I always have a plan and the official. He set up a meeting with our Mr. Myers for tomorrow morning on the edge of town. Which you and I will attend. We'll leave sleeping beauty over there right here to catch up on his beauty rest."
"BOBBY! I can't believe you just said that."
Yeah, what?
Oh never mind!
"Bobby one of us needs to stay here with him. I don't want him staying here alone with that infection as bad as it is. He should be in the hospital right now but the official won't allow it."
"Fine then! You stay and I'll go. You two just be ready to leave when I get back."
"Okay, but you don't have to be so touchy about it Bobby."
"Sorry Claire I just want to be sure we know what we're doing."
The next morning Bobby went to his meeting. Darien was running a high fever so Claire was glad she had insisted on staying. He finally woke up ten minutes before Bobby got back. When Bobby did return from his meeting, they all loaded back in the van.
When asked, Bobby wouldn't say what was said. Just that it was on a need to know basis. And if there was something they needed to know he'd let them know.
They got at the clinic/hospital around 1pm in the afternoon, unloaded Darien. Who would be in a wheelchair for the duration of the trip as per their disguise and arrangements. It was easier that way anyway, because it just took him way too long to get anywhere and they needed to be quick. They got him checked in and spoke to some of the doctors. Mr. Myers had said it was a doctor Morrison that was the head of the whole thing. So they needed to keep an eye out for him. But when they got registered nurse Mann told them that Dr. Morrison was on vacation and would probably be out for at least two weeks. But that he also was very unpredictable and could return at any time.
Bobby insisted that they could get the goods on the guy anyway. And Claire thought this place might be able to help Darien so they decided to stay.
After they got him all settled a Dr. Peters came in and introduced himself and looked over Darien's leg. He thought that maybe they could help, but being as suspicious as Darien always was he didn't believe the guy. "We will need to get you set up with our psychiatrist Ms. Bannon. We find it helps the patient get through the therapy and healing process quicker if they see a clinical psychiatrist."
"No way! Huh uh! I am not going to no head shrink." Darien demanded.
Claire walked over slowly to face Darien. She thought he really needed this. She would have suggested it weeks ago, but she also knew Darien. And this was exactly the reaction she had expected from him.
"Now Darien I think you could really use this. After everything that has happened to you, I think this could really help you."
"Yeah I think Claire's right my friend. Bobby said walking closer to stand by Claire.
"What? Are you two ganging up on me or something?"
"No we just think this could be good for you." Claire said making sure he knew that it was the final word on the matter.
Warning: This fic contains moderate to large amounts of pain, bloodshed and violence.
Previously in the madman...
She says she found a man fitting Darien's description in a 50 ft hole up in the hills where they own some land. She said he didn't look so good. So Bobby take Claire and Mrs. Medelsan here with you and she can show you where to go. Mr. Medelsan is still working so we'll take care of that from our end. Just go and Bobby."
"Yeah boss?"
"Hurry she said he didn't look too good.
And now Part 1:
A Time for Healing
That which does not kill us makes us stronger."
-Friedrich Nietzsche,
The phone rang a while ago it was Claire she wanted to be sure I came in today I guess I will. I've been sitting here for a while now, since about 1am. When my leg began to throb again. I guess I just don't see the point of trying to move; the pain will only start up again. It stopped hours ago and I know it will start again soon anyway. What that guy did to me it just brought back to me what I always knew. As long as I have this gland in my head I'll always just be somebody's lab rat.
It has been two weeks now since we caught that psycho-maniac that tried to kill my partner. The 'fish wants to see the keep and me. I don't know why? But somethin' about this just don't smell right. So we get there and well there's EBERT'S cowering as usual.
The official says we have a case to do and need Fawkes's help. The 'fish wants to know how my partner's doing. The keep said he's a little depressed he did think he was a goner after all. Who wouldn't be depressed? She also said he's having a rough time of it. His leg's not healing so good and the meds he's on ain't helpin'.
When we got to the office Claire was maaad. Boy I don't think I've seen her that mad since well since I can't remember when.
"I really don't think you should be sending Darien on any kind of mission in his condition." Claire insisted.
"Sorry he needs to get back on his feet so to speak and back into action. Besides we need him on this one broken leg or not he's on this case and that's final end of discussion."
"But sir..."
"ffft...I said end of discussion and I mean it."
"So you would risk Darien's life? For what? A case? I thought he meant more than that."
"He does, but we need him on this one. I'm sorry but that's how it has to be!"
"Fine!" She said and stormed out of the office. She went to meet Darien at the keep he had to see her for a shot before the meeting he would inevitably have with the official that day.
Darien got to the keep just before Claire did and that was something because it was taking him quite a bit longer than usual to get anywhere these days. When she finally got there she stormed through the door. She was so mad and angry she threw the clipboard she had across the room before she even noticed him and at the same time screamed in frustration.
"Darien what are...Oh yeah I forgot you were coming to see me.
"Hey you okay keep?" he asked concerned.
"Yeah, yeah the official wants to see you."
"Oh I know I saw Ebert's in the hall I told him I needed to get my leg checked out and get a shot first so here I am."
"Yeah okay." She said sounding a bit frustrated."
She turned to Darien looking over his leg. He winced at the pain as she probed the deep oozing gash. It was red and swollen and there was some bruising. And he could barely move it. She looked at it in disgust as she thought of her earlier conversation with the official.
Why was it he never listened when it came to Darien? She remembered multiple times she had advised other treatments of Darien for some reason or another and he would always excuse it as she was making this too personal. But it was personal. He had become a trusted friend and she hated what the official was doing to him.
"Hey are you sure you're okay there Claire? You don't look too good!"
She didn't look him in the face she just shook her head saying she was fine and trailing off not even realizing she had answered him. She tried to begin a conversation but she was distracted again when she began probing and checking him over like she needed to do anyway.
"I'm fine it's just...she thought for a moment then trailed off on something else. You're leg's not getting any better. Have you been taking the meds I gave you?"
"Yep, every four hours like you said. But it just doesn't help and I feel like I have to take more painkillers just to function. Man it took me 2 hours just to get here and now I'm totally exhausted. And by the way Claire you already told me you were okay so what's up?" He put a hand on her arm and looked up at her with the question still in his eyes.
"It's just that damn official he never listens you know?" She rubbed her fingers across her eyes then back across the bridge of her nose. Her meeting with the official had rattled her more than she thought it had.
"Yeah I know." He said his hand rotating up and down her arm consoling her then dropping back to his side.
I need to take your temperature. She took a quick temp and held his hand for a moment she was thankful for their friendship but now she really needed to talk to him about his leg.
"You're leg isn't healing quite as quickly as I'd like it, too. I don't think the meds are helping. But... she trailed off as she put down his hand and walked across the room. She knew she had to try something and him going gallivanting on some case doing who knows what on that leg wasn't going to help matters.
Darien sat up and took his leg in his hands as he rotated to get up.
Claire turned and stormed back over to the lab chair. "No you don't! I'm not done with you yet!"
"But Claire, the 'fish?" He gestured his head toward the door still sitting sideways on the edge of the lab chair.
"The way Ebert's talked it's pretty important so are you gonna let me go or not?"
"No! He can wait! You just lie back I need to give you you're shot and I want to try something else so come on lie back." She said and helped him lie back in the chair. Besides she didn't want to face the official any sooner than she had too.
It was another ½ hour before she finally finished up with him. Then she helped Darien into a wheelchair and pushed him down to the official's office. When they got there the official, Bobby and Ebert's were all waiting. Claire glared at the official in extreme protest to what he was about to do she was angry and she was letting him know it.
"Come on in and shut the door behind you please Claire and take a seat please."
"WHATEVER!" she said and stormed into the room.
Darien could tell she was still mad. She rolled him in almost shoving him right into the table. Walked over to stand by the window her arms folded not even looking at the official or anyone else for that matter.
'Woo hoo! Somebody's got the keep in an uproar. Fawkes what'd you do to her?"
'Nothin' Hobbes, you better ask the 'fish about that one it wasn't me."
Darien and Bobby both looked at the official as they said in unison "Hey what'd you do huh?" they both turned their heads and pointed to the keeper.
"Well, what'd you..." they were cut off abruptly.
"It doesn't matter who or what got the keeper in an uproar or anything else for that matter. What matters is we've got a job to do and we need your help Darien if we're gonna pull it off."
"Hey chief I can't walk so what good am I to you like this? Besides Claire says..."
'I know full well what the keeper says about you. And for this you don't need to walk."
"What kind of case is this that we won't need to walk?"
"I didn't say we Darien what I said was 'you' won't need to walk.
"Okay now you have my attention. What kind of case is this that I don't need to walk?
"Ebert's!"
"Yes sir Mr. Fawkes if you would please remain silent the official will inform you on what you need to know about this case."
"Yeah okay sorry. "Aah! Darien screamed and grabbed at his leg as it began to throb."
"Is he okay? Bobby asked as Claire ran over to him.
"Sorry guys just a pain spasm I get those sometimes."
"Okay now if everyone would please turn your attention to the screen we'll get on with this.
Pictures flashed in the now darkened room
"There are some doctors at a small rehab hospital and clinic we believe to be doing radical experimentation on some of their patients. Namely patient's that have a high government status. They have gone unnoticed and haven't been caught until now. We are going to catch these guys and stop them from whatever experimentation they might be doing. Preferably before someone else gets hurt.
"Hey boss what kind of experiments and what's the difference between them and this agency?"
"The difference is Darien that these people mutilate and kill people. We don't!"
"Yeah okay but I still don't see the difference."
"Would ya just shut up and listen?" Bobby demanded.
"I was just asking a question Hobbes."
The official continued. One of their so-called patients escaped. His name is Richard Myers; he was an agent for the FBI up until two years ago. When he was injured on the job. He went to this small privately owned hospital; because there had been rumors that they could treat his condition with overwhelming success."
"So boss what is his condition anyway?" Bobby asked.
"He has a back injury that has left him paralyzed. Which is why we need Darien. Their cover is in physical therapy and safe experimental procedures. 'They say!' We think that with his injury Fawkes would be perfect. Besides we might need him to do some invisibility if we're going to catch these guys."
"But their gonna know I'm not there for physical therapy as soon as they get a good look at me. There is no way I could even begin to do that on my leg right now."
"I know." The official grinned mischievously and then began to laugh wickedly.
Darien just looked at the official in disgust as Bobby rolled him to the door. "C'mon Fawkes."
"Oh and boys take Claire she's going as your very unconvinced private doctor!"
"Like that's a stretch. I'm not convinced so there's no way she would be." Darien said as the three of them went out the door.
Hey keep you want us to meet you somewhere or pick ya up? Darien asked. "I'll come by your apartment in about one hour if that's okay? I need to go by my place and get a few things first."
Yeah that'll be just fine."
Bobby took Darien to his apartment to get his stuff packed while they waited for Claire. Darien was worried about the keep, she seemed to be more concerned than she should be. He sat on the couch running his fingers through his hair in frustration and in a lot of pain. The painkillers were wearing off. He could barely contain himself. He hollered for Hobbes, but as usual he was in his own little world packing creatively for Fawkes.
Darien grabbed the crutches at the end of the couch after about the fifth time of trying to get, Bobby's attention and hobbled over to the cabinet. As soon as he opened the cupboard he noticed his meds were gone. He sighed in both fatigue and total aggravation. "Hobbes what did you do with my meds?" he screamed across the room.
"Oh you needed those? Yes I needed those. Hobbes what did I just say?
Just then the keeper came in shaking her head at the scene before her. She went over and helped Darien sit back down on the couch. She handed him some new meds she had brought for him. He took them with much relief. At the same time he was glaring at Hobbes.
"What?" Bobby asked acting like he didn't know what his partner was glaring at him for. "Hey, I didn't know okay you always blame me doesn't he always blame me Claire?" "Bobby don't!" Claire said while holding the glass she had taken from Darien.
"He needs to rest and he's in a lot more pain than he's letting on.
"Darien come on let's get you to the car before those meds; I just gave you take affect and you end up passed out on the couch here."
"You got no argument here." He pulled himself up off of the couch with Claire steadying him with one hand and holding the crutches with the other. Once he was up she helped him with the crutches and they headed to the car.
Twenty minutes later they headed out. It was a seven-hour drive and the official was too cheap to give them plane tickets. So Darien lay asleep in the back of the van on a makeshift bed. Claire and Bobby were in the front. Bobby drove and Claire tried relentlessly to give directions. And Bobby fought her on every one of the directions she tried to give.
Soon however, their fighting woke up a very tired Darien who had, had enough of their bickering that was going on and on and on.
"Hey! Can you guys just shut up, up there? How is anybody supposed to get any rest at all with you two fighting like an old married couple the entire time?"
"Well, now you know what that's like now don't you?" Claire said and started laughing which started Bobby laughing, too!
He just lay there disgusted at their mockery and closed his eyes as they made their way to the motel. Five hours later. They arrived there it was a cheap dinky little motel, but it was at least a shower and a bed. Which was better than trying to sleep in the van anyway.
Hobbes backed the car up to make it easier for Fawkes to get out. Claire grabbed the crutches from the back while Darien hoisted himself out of the van. He thought it was a lot easier getting in the van than it was getting out. Claire then helped Darien the rest of the way to the room. She checked his leg, which was still quite inflamed and had a lot of bruising and heat from the infection. She gave him his meds and told him to get some rest he said he'd try and he laid back on a bed that was too short for his long legs. But he said that he would try so he did. Claire went over and sat at the table to go over the next days plan with Bobby.
"Bobby what's next? Or do you even have a plan? She asked. She was trying to get a conversation going. She was really just trying to get her mind off of her concern for Darien who had finally passed out on the bed.
"Well Claire, I always have a plan and the official. He set up a meeting with our Mr. Myers for tomorrow morning on the edge of town. Which you and I will attend. We'll leave sleeping beauty over there right here to catch up on his beauty rest."
"BOBBY! I can't believe you just said that."
Yeah, what?
Oh never mind!
"Bobby one of us needs to stay here with him. I don't want him staying here alone with that infection as bad as it is. He should be in the hospital right now but the official won't allow it."
"Fine then! You stay and I'll go. You two just be ready to leave when I get back."
"Okay, but you don't have to be so touchy about it Bobby."
"Sorry Claire I just want to be sure we know what we're doing."
The next morning Bobby went to his meeting. Darien was running a high fever so Claire was glad she had insisted on staying. He finally woke up ten minutes before Bobby got back. When Bobby did return from his meeting, they all loaded back in the van.
When asked, Bobby wouldn't say what was said. Just that it was on a need to know basis. And if there was something they needed to know he'd let them know.
They got at the clinic/hospital around 1pm in the afternoon, unloaded Darien. Who would be in a wheelchair for the duration of the trip as per their disguise and arrangements. It was easier that way anyway, because it just took him way too long to get anywhere and they needed to be quick. They got him checked in and spoke to some of the doctors. Mr. Myers had said it was a doctor Morrison that was the head of the whole thing. So they needed to keep an eye out for him. But when they got registered nurse Mann told them that Dr. Morrison was on vacation and would probably be out for at least two weeks. But that he also was very unpredictable and could return at any time.
Bobby insisted that they could get the goods on the guy anyway. And Claire thought this place might be able to help Darien so they decided to stay.
After they got him all settled a Dr. Peters came in and introduced himself and looked over Darien's leg. He thought that maybe they could help, but being as suspicious as Darien always was he didn't believe the guy. "We will need to get you set up with our psychiatrist Ms. Bannon. We find it helps the patient get through the therapy and healing process quicker if they see a clinical psychiatrist."
"No way! Huh uh! I am not going to no head shrink." Darien demanded.
Claire walked over slowly to face Darien. She thought he really needed this. She would have suggested it weeks ago, but she also knew Darien. And this was exactly the reaction she had expected from him.
"Now Darien I think you could really use this. After everything that has happened to you, I think this could really help you."
"Yeah I think Claire's right my friend. Bobby said walking closer to stand by Claire.
"What? Are you two ganging up on me or something?"
"No we just think this could be good for you." Claire said making sure he knew that it was the final word on the matter.