I am so sorry it took me so long to get this one up for all of you, but I do appreciate your feedback and your understanding, a lot has been going on lately
Capt. Fuller Ran a hand over his chin as he sighed and headed back into his office letting himself fall back willingly into his large, plush, black office chair. Truth be told, Hanson was not only one of the best cops on his squad he was definately one of his favorites, always so dedicated to his work, always wanting to make everything right and...
He froze in his thoughts as though a light blub had gone off in his head he jumped up from his seat and headed out into the main section of the chapel towards Hoffs desk where she, Ioki, Penhall and Blowfish, the maitnance engineer, were all sitting identical worried expressions shadowing thier features.
"I Just... this doesn't sound like Hanson at all..."
"I think I know where we can start." Capt. Fuller cleared his throat interupting Ioki and sliding his hands in his pockets, as he made eye contact with Penhall, "Penhall? Do you know where the Weckerly kid lives, a phone number maybe? Anything...?"
"I think Tom's still got the letter from his sister in his desk drawer... Why?"
"Maybe, just maybe he never went skiing at all..." He gave a knowing glance, only to find the faces before him still masked in a slight confussion... Leaning against Hoff's desk he crossed his arms over his chest and began to explain exactly what he was thinking, telling them about the letters from Weckerly, and Tom's determination to find some way to help him...
Tommy's body shook heavily as he was lead back to his "room", if you could even call it that. His body was tired, his mind... he could feel it, was slipping from him and his heart... well his heart was broken. How could they not notice he was gone, why hadn't they been out looking for him? Why wasn't Fuller here yet? Wh wasn't Penhall here? His best friend? If he was his best friend why hadn't he come to him yet?
"Get in there." The husky larger orderly screamed pushing him inside and on to the gurney, "I'm feeling generous this evening Henderson, so I'm not going to tie you down..." His lips were curled into a vicious smile as he held out some pills, "And I'm going to give you the option of the pill over the needle..."
Tom's hands shook as he reached out and took the pills from the rough looking hand held out in front of him, "Thank-"
"Shut up and swollow them down before I change my mind." He spat out quickly crossing his arms over his chest and eyeing the pale and quivering man who was still went from his shower.
The fraile man nodded and did as he was told opening his mouth and wiggling his tongue to show the pills were gone from his mouth, they were of course... because he knew, if he didn't take them, if he didn't take them then there was worse to be seen, worse to be done in a place like this.
Waiting until he heard the door click closed, Tom finally allowed his ridged body to relax at least partially and he brought his hand to his hair running his fingers through it... He didn't understand this, any of this, and it wasn't just from the drugs they were feeding him, it was everything, how could people, human beings be treated like this... hearded up like cattle, poked and prodded like animals...
If he had the strength he would of plotted an escape,if he had the strength he would have begged pleaded and fought for a phone call,... but he didn't have it,... he was being forced wither away, both physically and mentally.
Even with the drugs dancing heavily in his system Tom fought them, he didn't want to sleep, he didn't want to... well he did... but he didn't... He wanted to sleep because with dreams came a false sense of peace and comfort, and as false as it was it was something... when he felt like he had nothing. He didn't however because he wanted to be aware... he wanted to stay aware, as aware as he could imagine... He needed to on some level remain a cop even in a nut house like this one as the screams and cries of the other tortured patients filled his ears, a sound he knew he would never forget... especially if he never left. They would be his company for as long as his mind remained.