Disclaimer: I own Carl, his family, and everything that goes with the
mental asylum.
A/N I would like to take this moment and thank the reviewers who have made my first fanfic so much fun to write: x0xTrinityx0x and Nosilla!
When Carl woke up, he was having trouble breathing. He tried to sit up, intending to tell Mrs. Winter exactly what was going on, only he couldn't do it. Then he remembered what happened before he fell asleep. He looked down and nearly screamed.
He was in a straightjacket.
There was a noise at the door. Mrs. Winter looked in.
"Ah, I see that the sleeping prince has awoken. Would his highness like some food?" She asked, one of those I-have-won-this-argument smiles and tone of voice. But Carl would have none of it. He knew that Mrs. Winter was here taking care of him only for the money; no normal nurse wouldn't research their client and say something to pop his bubble.
"Ah, still trying to play nice, aren't you, Drusilla?" Carl asked icily. "I swear, you've ruined your chances with me. Nurses are supposed to know the histories of their clients." Mrs. Winter raised an eyebrow.
"I'll have you know, boy, that you are going on trial tomorrow afternoon for assault. You don't have a very good chance, you know - no lawyer, and the fact that you are in a mental hospital means that you will not, I repeat, NOT be taken very seriously."
"At least I'll be away from you, Bitch" With that, Mrs. Winter picked up the bowl she had been holding and stormed from the room.
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At the trial the next day, Mrs. Winter was right; he was sentenced. However, the judge noticed how sane Carl looked and pleaded his case, so Mrs. Winter was ordered to resign from nursing and strongly advised to get another job.
But the verdict still stood; 18 months at Camp Green Lake
A/N I would like to take this moment and thank the reviewers who have made my first fanfic so much fun to write: x0xTrinityx0x and Nosilla!
When Carl woke up, he was having trouble breathing. He tried to sit up, intending to tell Mrs. Winter exactly what was going on, only he couldn't do it. Then he remembered what happened before he fell asleep. He looked down and nearly screamed.
He was in a straightjacket.
There was a noise at the door. Mrs. Winter looked in.
"Ah, I see that the sleeping prince has awoken. Would his highness like some food?" She asked, one of those I-have-won-this-argument smiles and tone of voice. But Carl would have none of it. He knew that Mrs. Winter was here taking care of him only for the money; no normal nurse wouldn't research their client and say something to pop his bubble.
"Ah, still trying to play nice, aren't you, Drusilla?" Carl asked icily. "I swear, you've ruined your chances with me. Nurses are supposed to know the histories of their clients." Mrs. Winter raised an eyebrow.
"I'll have you know, boy, that you are going on trial tomorrow afternoon for assault. You don't have a very good chance, you know - no lawyer, and the fact that you are in a mental hospital means that you will not, I repeat, NOT be taken very seriously."
"At least I'll be away from you, Bitch" With that, Mrs. Winter picked up the bowl she had been holding and stormed from the room.
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At the trial the next day, Mrs. Winter was right; he was sentenced. However, the judge noticed how sane Carl looked and pleaded his case, so Mrs. Winter was ordered to resign from nursing and strongly advised to get another job.
But the verdict still stood; 18 months at Camp Green Lake