Twenty minutes later, Peter and Egon were at the hospital. Peter had come out of the shower as Egon was rushing down the stairs. After finding out why he was in a hurry, Peter grabbed his shoes and offered to drive.
Both men rushed into the ward, to find Egon's mother comforting Janine's mother and Janine's father arguing with an orderly."What is going on?" Egon asked rushing up to both mothers. He wrapped his arms around Janine's mother, who was still crying. Mrs. Spengler shrugged.
"From what they told us, Janine came out of her session with the doctor hysterical. And she's just gotten worse. They're talking about putting her into a quiet room." Her expression hinted that she didn't know what that was. But Peter did. "Is she violent?" he asked. Mrs. Melnitz shook her head, pulling away from Egon to wipe her eyes. "No. She just hysterical. The doctor won't tell us what happened."
"Let me talk to her doctor," Peter said, walking off .
"Is she in her room?" Egon asked. Janine's mother nodded. "They're trying to restrain her. They won't let us in. They say it's for her own good."
Egon walked to Janine's room, pushing the door open. Inside, were four male orderlies, a female nurse, and Janine. She was being restrained by two of the orderlies, while the nurse prepare a syringe. One of the other two orderlies held a straightjacket, and the other held her teddy bear. "Give it to me!" Janine screamed, struggling against the two men.
"What the hell is going on in here!" Egon bellowed."Excuse me, are you Dr. White?" Peter asked an older man who was walking towards the reception area. the man looked up.
"Yes, I'm Dr. White. Who are you?"
"Dr. Peter Venkman. I'd like to talk to you about Janine Melnitz."
"Are you family?" this doctor obviously wasn't going to give out any information willingly. Peter gave him a look. "No. However I am her psychologist. Now, would you like to tell me about her case?"
Dr. White gave him a brief glance, then opened his file. "There's nothing much to tell," he started, responding to Peter's overtones. "I had a session with the patient this after noon, and she became agitated. She is rapidly becoming delusional, her fantasies are increasing every day. She is despondent to any of the treatments, Dr. Venkman; she does not have a grip on reality."
Peter nodded slowly, mulling it over. "You do have in your files that Janine was missing for two weeks several months back?"
Dr. white nodded. "It is my belief that Ms. Melnitz was kidnapped, and during her stay was introduced to several mind-altering drugs. In one of these sessions she was raped and made to believe she was a willing participant. Of course she in her shock created this fantasy world. When she had her miscarriage, her mind, refusing to acknowledge the rape, went back to the pre existing fantasy."
Peter just looked at him. "And this is your professional opinion?"
"Of course."
"Right," Peter turned back towards the still distraught Melnitz family. Just beyond, he could hear muffled screaming and arguing. "Dr. White, I believe your theory is severely flawed. I'll be taking back this case as of this moment."
"But..."
"Any medicine, or treatment will have to be okayed by either myself or my colleague Dr.Whittman first, is that understood?"
"Dr. Venkman, you cannot just come in here and expect to take over an existing problem..."
"I can if I believe the treatments my patient is receiving is detrimental to her health," Peter told him. "Mr. and Mrs. Melnitz will fill out the appropriate papers and we will put this whole ridiculous thing behind us."
Peter walked back towards the family, Dr. White in pursuit.
"Dr. Venkman, this is highly unethical. Ms. Melnitz is dangerously delusional..."
Peter turned suddenly, startling the doctor. "Dr. White, Janine Melnitz works as the Ghostbusters secretary. In the years she's been there, she's experienced several unexplainable phenomena, Not once did she ever show any signs of mental distress. Now what she told you in therapy is probably all true. I myself saw Christopher DeWinter as did the other Ghostbusters, and the temporary receptionist. Now, I agree with you that Janine does need psychiatric help, but not the type you're giving her, and definitely not the quiet room.""What the hell is going on in here?" Egon bellowed. The two orderlies standing across from her stopped momentarily. He stormed over, grabbing the bear out of the one orderlies hand.
"Sir, you'll have to leave," the nurse said, still preparing the syringe. "Doctors orders, no visitors."
"Like hell," he stated. "She doesn't need to be restrained."
"Sir, you'll have to leave now," the nurse said again. Janine got one hand free in the distraction, and hit the nurse, knocking the syringe out of her hands. Then she broke free; running towards Egon and hiding behind him.
"They want to put me in a room," she whimpered The nurse sighed exaspertaely. "Call security," she told one of the orderlies. She motioned to the other orderlies. "Restrain her."
The door opened, and Peter walked in, carrying a piece of paper. "Ignore that," he told the four men. The nurse looked at him.
"Who are you?"
"I would be Janine Melnitz new psychiatrist." He handed the nurse the piece of paper. "She is now under my care. And medicine or treatments must now be okayed by me. And if I find my orders have been deliberately ignored, I will make sure you and Dr. White will not be able to get a job emptying bed pans in a welfare clinic."
The nurse looked at the paper, then up at Peter. Glaring briefly, she stormed out of the room, followed by the four orderlies. Peter watched as the door closed, then turned, grinning at the two in the corner.
"I will accept praise or worship in either monitory or favors," he joked. Egon just looked at him.
"You're Janine's doctor?"
Peter nodded, looking very pleased with himself. "Yep. Her parents are out there finishing the paperwork as we speak."
"But Peter," Egon stated. "That is highly unethical. You're her employer."
Peter nodded. "I thought of that. That's why I'm calling a doctor friend of mine. He owes me a favor and he doesn't know Janine. I tell him the story, and he'll come in for me until he deems her well enough to be released."
"Are you sure he'll do it?"
Peter nodded. "He'll do it. Don't worry."
Janine peeked around Egon, glancing at Peter. That's when Peter got a good first look at their receptionist. She was still wearing the nightgown and oversized robe, and was now clutching the bear Peter recognized as the one Egon had picked up months ago. Her hair was wild, and hanging past her waist. She regarded him with a hint of fear in her eyes.
Peter swallowed his revultion at what had happened to her and grinned.
"What have they been doing to you in here, Melnitz?" he joked. Janine smirked at him, the fear disappearing. "They took away my oatmeal," she retorted. "You're going to be my new doctor?"
"Kinda," he said smiling. "Come here honey," He motioned towards the chair by the bed. Janine edged carefully towards the chair, her eyes not leaving Peter's and her hand never leaving Egon's. "Actually Roger Whittman is going to come and see you in my place," he told her once she sat down. "I promise he won't be too terrible."
She smiled, "Well, if you promise, it must turn out fine."
"Sarcasm is not going to get you a raise."
Janine smirked again, for a moment a hint of her old self coming through. "You'd have to pay me first."
Peter chuckled, hearing the door open slightly. "But listen Janine," he said, leaning in slightly, not wanting to scare her. "Dr. Pete is going to promise you this. No more drugs, no more treatments, no more jackets. Ever."
Janine smiled, relaxing for the first time since he'd first walked in. "Thank you," she whispered.
Peter nodded, then glanced over at Egon as Janine's parents walked in. Egon followed him outside.
"Before you say anything," Egon started when they were able to talk privately. "I know how she looks."
"It's bad Spengs. She looks like she's had a complete mental breakdown. Which I would totally expect after the trauma she's had," he continued hastily. "I don't think she's going to be up to doing anything for a long time. But, this is Janine," he added. "She could surprise me. Lord knows she loves doing that anyway."
Egon sighed, glancing back at the closed door. "She was getting better, I thought," he admitted. "She was actually beginning to talk to me, when she wasn't being drugged."
Peter nodded. "Yeah, the only reason she'd be despondent would be the drugs they've been shoving down her throat." he glanced back at Egon. "Let me talk to Roger tonight, and see what he says. But we're going to have to face the fact that Janine won't be coming back."