What happened to Riley?
A doctor sat in the small room, looking through the one-way mirror at his patient, Riley Finn, looking down every once in a while to write in the notebook sitting in front of him. Riley sat over in the corner, rocking back in forth, staring blankly at the door, mumbling incoherently. Every once in a while, he could make out the name 'Buffy.'
The doctor looked up at the door when it creaked open, and smiled when a small woman with brown hair stepped in.
"Hello, John. Long time, no see," she said, with a smile.
"Kelley," he said, with a nod.
"So, what do we have here?" She asked, sitting down, looking at the man sitting in the corner of the padded room.
"That is Riley Finn. He was brought here about two days ago. He shows classic signs of depression and obsessive compulsive disorder. They are only minor, but they're still there."
"Well, it sounds to me that you have it right. Why call me here?" She asked, looking over his notes.
"Well, he keeps mumbling a name. 'Buffy.'"
"Buffy Summers?" Kelley asked.
"I think so. Her name is somewhere in my notes."
"Yeah, here, it is. She was a patient of mine after her parents died. She's kept in touch though, and I think she's getting married soon," Kelley said.
"Riley kidnapped her, drugged her, and shot her boyfriend," John read from his notes.
"Shit," she said.
"Yeah, I know. So, tell me about this Buffy girl. I need some happy news."
"She's getting married. She sent me a picture of the lucky guy and her." Kelley said, pulling a picture out of her purse, and handing it to John. John smiled and looked over at Kelley.
"Do you ever have second thoughts about us?" He asked.
"Sometimes," she whispered.
"After I get off here, do you want to go out for coffee?"
"That would be nice," she said, smiling. She looked down at her pager. "I have to go, but I can meet you at the coffee shop on the corner of Melrose and Frankfort, if that's all right with you?"
"That's fine. Let's say in an hour."
"All right, six it is," she said, standing, then leaving the room. John sighed and looked at Riley one last time, before leaving to go to his office. Once in his office, he picked up the phone and hit *3.
"Judy? Patch me through to the Psychiatric Ward in San Francisco." After a few rings, someone picked up.
"Happy Hills Psychiatric Hospital; this is Tiffany. How may I help you?" The chipper female voice asked.
"This is Dr. John Garvin. May I please speak to Dr. Mike Johnson?"
"One moment, Doctor," the woman said, as she put John on hold. John sat in his office with his feet propped up on his desk, and looked up at the ceiling. He sighed and closed his eyes, but opened them a second later when he heard his door open. He gasped, and he was expecting to see his secretary, Janice, but, instead, he saw his patient, Riley Finn, standing before him. John hung up the phone. He stood and backed up.
"H-h-how did you get out?" He stuttered.
"Shh Doc, relax. I'm not going to hurt you," Riley said. Then, after a long pause, he added, "I'm just going to kill you."
The doctor didn't even have time to react before Riley lunged at him, and stabbed the plastic knife into his neck. The blood clogging his throat muffled the doctor's scream of pain. Riley watched as the doctor sank to the floor, and then walked over to the closet in the corner. He pulled out a pair of pants and a white shirt. He put them on, then took the doctor's ID card and security pass, and then the doctor's wallet.
"Fifty bucks? Cheap bastard." He sighed. Hopefully, he could get out without getting caught.
You see, Riley wasn't truly insane. But, he played it well enough to get out of a life sentence. Riley made his way silently through the hospital. Most of the doctors had gone home for the night, so his only worry was the security guard, but he made it past him with no problem. An hour later, he sat in a small hotel room.
"I'm coming back for you, Buffy," he said, looking at the picture that the other doctor had given John. "Maybe now you'll see how much you need me." He turned off the light and lay down. He closed his eyes. Soon, he would go back to Sunnydale. But, for now, he had to plan. He couldn't mess this up if he wanted Buffy to be his again.
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**TBC**
A doctor sat in the small room, looking through the one-way mirror at his patient, Riley Finn, looking down every once in a while to write in the notebook sitting in front of him. Riley sat over in the corner, rocking back in forth, staring blankly at the door, mumbling incoherently. Every once in a while, he could make out the name 'Buffy.'
The doctor looked up at the door when it creaked open, and smiled when a small woman with brown hair stepped in.
"Hello, John. Long time, no see," she said, with a smile.
"Kelley," he said, with a nod.
"So, what do we have here?" She asked, sitting down, looking at the man sitting in the corner of the padded room.
"That is Riley Finn. He was brought here about two days ago. He shows classic signs of depression and obsessive compulsive disorder. They are only minor, but they're still there."
"Well, it sounds to me that you have it right. Why call me here?" She asked, looking over his notes.
"Well, he keeps mumbling a name. 'Buffy.'"
"Buffy Summers?" Kelley asked.
"I think so. Her name is somewhere in my notes."
"Yeah, here, it is. She was a patient of mine after her parents died. She's kept in touch though, and I think she's getting married soon," Kelley said.
"Riley kidnapped her, drugged her, and shot her boyfriend," John read from his notes.
"Shit," she said.
"Yeah, I know. So, tell me about this Buffy girl. I need some happy news."
"She's getting married. She sent me a picture of the lucky guy and her." Kelley said, pulling a picture out of her purse, and handing it to John. John smiled and looked over at Kelley.
"Do you ever have second thoughts about us?" He asked.
"Sometimes," she whispered.
"After I get off here, do you want to go out for coffee?"
"That would be nice," she said, smiling. She looked down at her pager. "I have to go, but I can meet you at the coffee shop on the corner of Melrose and Frankfort, if that's all right with you?"
"That's fine. Let's say in an hour."
"All right, six it is," she said, standing, then leaving the room. John sighed and looked at Riley one last time, before leaving to go to his office. Once in his office, he picked up the phone and hit *3.
"Judy? Patch me through to the Psychiatric Ward in San Francisco." After a few rings, someone picked up.
"Happy Hills Psychiatric Hospital; this is Tiffany. How may I help you?" The chipper female voice asked.
"This is Dr. John Garvin. May I please speak to Dr. Mike Johnson?"
"One moment, Doctor," the woman said, as she put John on hold. John sat in his office with his feet propped up on his desk, and looked up at the ceiling. He sighed and closed his eyes, but opened them a second later when he heard his door open. He gasped, and he was expecting to see his secretary, Janice, but, instead, he saw his patient, Riley Finn, standing before him. John hung up the phone. He stood and backed up.
"H-h-how did you get out?" He stuttered.
"Shh Doc, relax. I'm not going to hurt you," Riley said. Then, after a long pause, he added, "I'm just going to kill you."
The doctor didn't even have time to react before Riley lunged at him, and stabbed the plastic knife into his neck. The blood clogging his throat muffled the doctor's scream of pain. Riley watched as the doctor sank to the floor, and then walked over to the closet in the corner. He pulled out a pair of pants and a white shirt. He put them on, then took the doctor's ID card and security pass, and then the doctor's wallet.
"Fifty bucks? Cheap bastard." He sighed. Hopefully, he could get out without getting caught.
You see, Riley wasn't truly insane. But, he played it well enough to get out of a life sentence. Riley made his way silently through the hospital. Most of the doctors had gone home for the night, so his only worry was the security guard, but he made it past him with no problem. An hour later, he sat in a small hotel room.
"I'm coming back for you, Buffy," he said, looking at the picture that the other doctor had given John. "Maybe now you'll see how much you need me." He turned off the light and lay down. He closed his eyes. Soon, he would go back to Sunnydale. But, for now, he had to plan. He couldn't mess this up if he wanted Buffy to be his again.
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**TBC**