okay, under the happy and long-awaited review of someone other than the people i told to read it, i have decided to add another chappie to this story. thank you, fuite-du-cirque, i owe it all to you:) let me know if you like the change of point of views, or if i should just stick with Toby.
Dr. Jacob realized he wasn't going to get any farther in this session. With a sigh of resignation, he turned to Toby and said, "This session is over. I'll have your nurse come to take you back to your room now." He said this with a great sign of defeat, almost painfully. He was so amazingly close and he had missed his oppurtunity, his chance, his one window to get into the mind of Miss Toby O'Connor.
A substitute nurse walked in the room, and Dr. Jacob immediately realized it. Nurse Elleni had learned many things about Toby and none of the other nurses wanted to have to look after her, with all of her quirks and, basically, rules. He was about to get up and speak to the nurse when she came in and touched Toby lightly on the shoulder. Toby jumped up and began to flail her arms around and tried to hit the substitute. Dr. Jacob scrambled up immediately and tried to restrain Toby, who was struggling, yelling, and kicking. His fellow doctors came in immediately with a syringe to calm her down. He had finally gotten her in a corner, although she was still struggling, and he injected her with a psychotropic drug to make her calm down. Toby's eyes glazed over, her body relaxed, and the nurses carried her to her room.
Dr. Jacob sat down at his desk and called the substitute nurse back into the room. She was slightly shaken, as would be expected. He realized he had forgotten that Elleni wasn't going to be at work today. She began to speak, but he held up his hand.
"Don't worry, you did nothing wrong. Toby does not like to be touched. At all. When she was found, she had massive amounts of scars all over her body. She had severe internal bleeding. We don't know what the scars are from. Some of them even look like burn scars. We have no idea how she could've survived this, and especially be able to speak and think. Many patients who go through such trauma and she appears to have go catatonic. We are trying to figure out who she is, and what's happened to her. I apologize for not having you informed. You may go finish whatever other duties you may have. Once again, it's not your fault."
The nurse left the room quietly. Dr. Jacob sighed, again, and ran his fingers through his hair. He did this all the time. Toby was one of his most challenging patients, and he felt a great responsibility to protect her. He reviewed her files again, looking at the pictures of all her scars, on her back, her arms, her legs. Who did this to her, he wondered. Who would ever do such a heinous thing to a young girl? He ran his fingers through his hair again.
Thinking aloud, he said quietly, "Who are you, Toby O'Connor? Who are you..."