Erm, i hope i can get this done before Christmas! oO(--)Oo = thoughts!

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Squeak Squeak....

"Did you hear?"

"What?"

Squeak Squeak....

"About that boy...he went crazy..."

"Oh my gosh? How?"

Squeak Squeak...

"I heard his sister violently got killed..."

"Oh my god!"

Squeak Squeak....

"Yeah, they say he saw it and never stopped screaming, so they brought him here."

"That poor boy..."

Dib heard the voices outside his padded cell fade away as the nurses wheeled the cart with the squeaky wheels off.

oO(They're...TALKING about me....they always....TALK....)Oo

Dib rolled over as best as he could in his straight jacket and chains. He had been chained to a wooden bed with cloth on it. Cloth to make the bed soft enough so he couldn't bash his head open, but hard enough so he couldn't suffocate himself. He had tried to claw himself apart at first, that was when they put him in the jacket. Then he had tried to stop breathing by pressing himself against the padded wall.

That was when they had chained him down.

It wasn't all that pleasant, the shots they gave him hurt, a lot. And the sleep he had wasn't calm, his dreams were filled with nightmares, of what had happened...

But it's not like he slept that often, he only slept when they made him. There wasn't really peace and quiet either, you could always hear someone down the hall screaming and crying. Until the nurses came with the cart with the squeaky wheels.......

His own shots were starting to die off, the sleepy woozy feeling was starting to go away. He turned over onto his other side and groaned.

"LET ME GO YOU FUCKERS!"

Dib shot to attention as he heard someone yelling down the hall, who could possibly make that much noise?

"FUCK! FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

So much cursing, who could possibly have THAT much of a foul mouth? He heard the door to the cell next to him open, and he heard the cursing get louder as the yelling boy was thrown in it. There was cursing for a bit longer and then quiet, they had probably given him shots to quiet him down.

He heard the nurses leave and then he heard light laughing coming from the cell.

"Who ARE you?" Asked Dib.

"My name is Sam, but most people call me....Sam." said Sam.

"You're terribly vulgar..."

"Wanna make something of it?"

"....not really."

"That's what I thought..."

Hours passed and Dib heard nothing more out of Sam, or of the nurses with the cart with the squeaky wheels. He had been counting the ceiling tiles for about half an hour, he often counted things to occupy his mind and keep himself from the dreaded curse called sleep. However he hadn't slept in days, and the lack of sleep was getting to him.

oO(I'll just rest my eyes....)Oo

Dib closed his eyes and soon drifted off into a nightmare filled sleep.

"Rach! Hey Rach hurry and get up!"

"Huh? Wha?"

Rach awoke to see Nurse Julie hovering above her.

"Patient 24601 has started screaming again, we gotta go take care of him, hurry!"

Rach groaned and stood up out of the chair she had fallen asleep in. She grabbed her white coat off the coat hanger in the room and pulled it on, buttoning it up.

"We have to go see the doctor first though," said Julie, "We're out of his kind of medication."

They grabbed the cart from the corner of the room and wheeled it down the hall in a rush, toward a door with a large, red, cross on it.

They knocked on the door and a tall purple haired lady opened it for them. She was wearing a lab coat and black, gloves, a think pair of glasses rested over he eyes.

"What is it?" She scowled.

"We need more shots for patient 24601. Please hurry!"

The doctor shut the door and came back a few moments later with a set of ten nasty looking syringes. She pushed them into the hands of the nurses and slammed the door.

The nurses put the syringes on the cart and rushed off toward Dib's cell.

Dib could hear very few things over the sounds of his own screams, he could faintly hear his cell neighbor, Sam, telling him to "Shut the fuck up" and then a new sound came to his ears...

The cart with the squeaky wheels...

Dib's screams got louder as he realized he was going to get one of those horribly painful shots that made him sick to his stomach. He tugged at his chains as best as he could when he heard his cell door slam open and the nurses with the cart came in.

"Hold him down!" Nurse Rach shouted to Nurse Julie.

Nurse Julie rushed over to Dib's bed and grabbed his shoulders, pressing him against the so-called bed. He didn't stop screaming as he tried to force her away, she was stronger though.

Nurse Rach pulled one of the syringes off the cart and walked over to Dib, she down a strip of cloth on his arm that had been velcroed up. She placed the 6 needled shot again his flesh and shoved it inward.

Dib's screams changed from insanity to pure pain as the nurse injected him with a large amount of some vile liquid. He felt her pull away as he got extremely dizzy and hot. He abruptly turned to the side and vomited all over the floor, including Nurse Julie.

She sighed, that happened every time...

"Can't Doctor Xell find anything to PREVENT that?" she complained

"We'll talk to her..." said Rach.

The nurses cleaned up the mess and then took their leave, leaving Dib sedated and relaxed...for now...

"Asshole..." came a voice from the neighboring cell.

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Cross your fingers and hope that this doesn't end up sucking and that I get it done in time!