Yay...my first review. I'm so happy hugs Opaaru until her face turns blue
woops sorry, might be a tad overexcited right now. Must write more, hope
you enjoy, this chapter starts out with some heavy background info, but I
thought it was important. I just kept saying to myself why did they bring
some vagrant to a private hospital, well now you have your answer.
Don't own nothing but my shoes and Saxie, oh yeah and that guy I keep tied up in my closet.
Chapter 2: Uhmmm....why is he looking at me like that?
Sighing, Saxon left her dad's office. It looked like it was going to be another one of those days. She had sort of been hoping there were drugs in his system. At least then they could definitely do something to make it better. But delusion was another thing all together. There were medications her dad could prescribe. If he was lucky he may even be able to live a normal life, for the most part. But there would always be that chance that he would forget who he was.
Well the kid was lucky in that they had room for him here; otherwise he would have been taken to the state hospital. Saxon shuddered to think of how that would have been for him. Her dad, Dr. Peter Kind, started this hospital as a way of doing what he could for those less fortunate. The second son of Maurice Kind, the owner of the world's largest publishing house, he decided that he didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps. He decided, instead, to go into psychiatry. And his family supported him one hundred percent. Dr. Peter, as his patients lovingly referred to him, did his internship at the state hospital, and couldn't believe the conditions the patients lived in. He understood that due to budgets and what not there wasn't much that could be done. So he decided to take matters into his own hands. He borrowed money from his father and started Sleepy Hills. Sleepy Hills soon became the favorite charity in the small city of Titusville, Washington. With the help of all the organizations and companies that donated to Sleepy Hills, Dr. Peter was able to take in patients who couldn't afford to pay for a private hospital and in the process take some of the weight off of the state hospital, thus increasing their efficiency. So when the cops picked up the delusional kid late last night, they automatically called Dr. Peter first to see if there was room for him here.
Saxon turned and walked down the hall that led to observation rooms 11 thru 20. These rooms were used not only for new patients but patients that were having a bad time as well. When she left last night rooms 11 thru 13 had been filled with trouble patients. The first held Paddy, he had started screaming that his closet was going to eat him sometime after lunch yesterday. They had just gotten him to calm down when she had left at eight last night. Room 12 had Sharon, she was almost always there, they had started calling it Sharon's room. Yesterday she had bitten Dr. sexy pants. 'Damn there I go now'. Uncle Jerry was in room 13. He had been there since Monday when he had started crying for "all the pain in my Saxie's life" and started after her with a spoon, claiming "I just want the pain to end my sweet". They hadn't been able to get him to leave the room since. He had decided he was a danger and needed to be locked away. Saxon stopped and peeked into room 14, curious as to who was in there. 'Strange' she thought 'no one told me someone was sent down here last night'. She gasped when she saw who it was. No wonder no one told her. In the room sat Nick. Saxon and Nick had been best friends until high school. Then Nick had started trying to kill himself. His parents took him to many counselors and finely Nick told everyone he had to end his life because otherwise he was going to kill them all. In their grief his parents turned to the only person they felt they could trust with this, Dr. Peter. Nick it seems, was told by angels that he was the anti-Christ and if he didn't die soon he would be the cause of the end of the world. This was all very hard on Saxon, still after all these years. So the staff of Sleepy Hills tried to protect her when it came to anything that happened to Nick. Saxon made a mental note to find out what happened last night, even if she had to torture and maim to do it.
Finally Saxon stood outside room 15. She peeked through the window expecting to see an upset kid throwing himself around the room. 'Well this is a surprise' she thought. The room was a shambles and it looked like a tornado had been through, but as for the kid, he was sitting in the middle room with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. 'If I didn't know better I would say he was meditating. I thought they said he was upset.' Saxon looked at his chart. "Well that would explain it." She muttered. Dr Baker had been his admitting psychiatrist. It was common knowledge that Dr. Baker didn't exactly have a calm, gentle hand with the patients. Saxon was damned if she knew why her father hired him. She was going to have to talk to him about it. 'Well here goes nothing'
Saxon opened the door as quietly as possible and entered the room. She stood back close to the door and seized up her prey. 'You know Saxie you have to stop thinking of them like that'. Well his hair was definitely blue. Oh wow was it blue. How did he get it like that, and those bangs. Saxon made a mental note to ask him what sort of gel he used. She surveyed the scar Bennie had mentioned, hmmm.... It goes over one eye, Bennie hadn't mentioned that. She stepped a little closer and gasped as his good eye flew open. The boy took one look at her and flew into the opposite corner.
"What do you want?!" He all but screamed.
Saxon sighed for the umpteenth time that day. She kind of guessed it was going to be the sound most common to her today. "Hi" she replied "My name is Saxon, but everyone here calls me Saxie. It's my job to make sure we make you as comfortable as possible. I was wondering if I could ask you some questions."
"I don't have anything new to tell you" he growled "I want my stuff back, where are my clothes and my kasa"
Kasa, what was that. I'll have to ask the nurse. "I'm sorry it's procedure to put your things in storage. We don't want anything happening to them while you're here."
"While I'm here" he raged "I shouldn't be here! I was fishing! I want to be fishing!"
"Listen I know you answered a lot of questions last night. But let's pretend I don't know any of that. Can we do that? The quicker we find out who you are and where you came from, the quicker we can fix any mistakes that may have been made. Can we do that?" Saxie looked at the boy waiting for an answer.
He just stood there looking at the floor, "I guess we could do that, no da" he whispered. He than looked up glaring at her "But you have to promise no one will stick anything in my arm again" he snarled
"I promise" Saxon smiled. This was going better than she had hoped. She sat on the floor and motioned to the boy to join her. Glancing at what was written on his file, she started. "So what is your name again?"
"They call me Chichiri."
A/N: Well this looks like a good place to stop, hehehe. Next chapter we will find out a little more about what happened with Chichiri. Also a little more on the scourge we will forever know as Dr. Sexy Pants, may his toes rot off. Keep sending reviews. I live for them. Boy this is fun.... I can't seem to stop writing, but as it is one thirty in the morning I should go to bed. Goodnight all.
BTW – the chapters should get longer....I hope. They tell me where they end. Sorry.
Don't own nothing but my shoes and Saxie, oh yeah and that guy I keep tied up in my closet.
Chapter 2: Uhmmm....why is he looking at me like that?
Sighing, Saxon left her dad's office. It looked like it was going to be another one of those days. She had sort of been hoping there were drugs in his system. At least then they could definitely do something to make it better. But delusion was another thing all together. There were medications her dad could prescribe. If he was lucky he may even be able to live a normal life, for the most part. But there would always be that chance that he would forget who he was.
Well the kid was lucky in that they had room for him here; otherwise he would have been taken to the state hospital. Saxon shuddered to think of how that would have been for him. Her dad, Dr. Peter Kind, started this hospital as a way of doing what he could for those less fortunate. The second son of Maurice Kind, the owner of the world's largest publishing house, he decided that he didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps. He decided, instead, to go into psychiatry. And his family supported him one hundred percent. Dr. Peter, as his patients lovingly referred to him, did his internship at the state hospital, and couldn't believe the conditions the patients lived in. He understood that due to budgets and what not there wasn't much that could be done. So he decided to take matters into his own hands. He borrowed money from his father and started Sleepy Hills. Sleepy Hills soon became the favorite charity in the small city of Titusville, Washington. With the help of all the organizations and companies that donated to Sleepy Hills, Dr. Peter was able to take in patients who couldn't afford to pay for a private hospital and in the process take some of the weight off of the state hospital, thus increasing their efficiency. So when the cops picked up the delusional kid late last night, they automatically called Dr. Peter first to see if there was room for him here.
Saxon turned and walked down the hall that led to observation rooms 11 thru 20. These rooms were used not only for new patients but patients that were having a bad time as well. When she left last night rooms 11 thru 13 had been filled with trouble patients. The first held Paddy, he had started screaming that his closet was going to eat him sometime after lunch yesterday. They had just gotten him to calm down when she had left at eight last night. Room 12 had Sharon, she was almost always there, they had started calling it Sharon's room. Yesterday she had bitten Dr. sexy pants. 'Damn there I go now'. Uncle Jerry was in room 13. He had been there since Monday when he had started crying for "all the pain in my Saxie's life" and started after her with a spoon, claiming "I just want the pain to end my sweet". They hadn't been able to get him to leave the room since. He had decided he was a danger and needed to be locked away. Saxon stopped and peeked into room 14, curious as to who was in there. 'Strange' she thought 'no one told me someone was sent down here last night'. She gasped when she saw who it was. No wonder no one told her. In the room sat Nick. Saxon and Nick had been best friends until high school. Then Nick had started trying to kill himself. His parents took him to many counselors and finely Nick told everyone he had to end his life because otherwise he was going to kill them all. In their grief his parents turned to the only person they felt they could trust with this, Dr. Peter. Nick it seems, was told by angels that he was the anti-Christ and if he didn't die soon he would be the cause of the end of the world. This was all very hard on Saxon, still after all these years. So the staff of Sleepy Hills tried to protect her when it came to anything that happened to Nick. Saxon made a mental note to find out what happened last night, even if she had to torture and maim to do it.
Finally Saxon stood outside room 15. She peeked through the window expecting to see an upset kid throwing himself around the room. 'Well this is a surprise' she thought. The room was a shambles and it looked like a tornado had been through, but as for the kid, he was sitting in the middle room with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. 'If I didn't know better I would say he was meditating. I thought they said he was upset.' Saxon looked at his chart. "Well that would explain it." She muttered. Dr Baker had been his admitting psychiatrist. It was common knowledge that Dr. Baker didn't exactly have a calm, gentle hand with the patients. Saxon was damned if she knew why her father hired him. She was going to have to talk to him about it. 'Well here goes nothing'
Saxon opened the door as quietly as possible and entered the room. She stood back close to the door and seized up her prey. 'You know Saxie you have to stop thinking of them like that'. Well his hair was definitely blue. Oh wow was it blue. How did he get it like that, and those bangs. Saxon made a mental note to ask him what sort of gel he used. She surveyed the scar Bennie had mentioned, hmmm.... It goes over one eye, Bennie hadn't mentioned that. She stepped a little closer and gasped as his good eye flew open. The boy took one look at her and flew into the opposite corner.
"What do you want?!" He all but screamed.
Saxon sighed for the umpteenth time that day. She kind of guessed it was going to be the sound most common to her today. "Hi" she replied "My name is Saxon, but everyone here calls me Saxie. It's my job to make sure we make you as comfortable as possible. I was wondering if I could ask you some questions."
"I don't have anything new to tell you" he growled "I want my stuff back, where are my clothes and my kasa"
Kasa, what was that. I'll have to ask the nurse. "I'm sorry it's procedure to put your things in storage. We don't want anything happening to them while you're here."
"While I'm here" he raged "I shouldn't be here! I was fishing! I want to be fishing!"
"Listen I know you answered a lot of questions last night. But let's pretend I don't know any of that. Can we do that? The quicker we find out who you are and where you came from, the quicker we can fix any mistakes that may have been made. Can we do that?" Saxie looked at the boy waiting for an answer.
He just stood there looking at the floor, "I guess we could do that, no da" he whispered. He than looked up glaring at her "But you have to promise no one will stick anything in my arm again" he snarled
"I promise" Saxon smiled. This was going better than she had hoped. She sat on the floor and motioned to the boy to join her. Glancing at what was written on his file, she started. "So what is your name again?"
"They call me Chichiri."
A/N: Well this looks like a good place to stop, hehehe. Next chapter we will find out a little more about what happened with Chichiri. Also a little more on the scourge we will forever know as Dr. Sexy Pants, may his toes rot off. Keep sending reviews. I live for them. Boy this is fun.... I can't seem to stop writing, but as it is one thirty in the morning I should go to bed. Goodnight all.
BTW – the chapters should get longer....I hope. They tell me where they end. Sorry.
