On Your Mind
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Chapter Eight
The next time her door opened, Lisa eagerly sat up in her bed. With any luck, it would be Philippe and she could explain to him the severity of the situation. Hours had ticked past since he had left her room to answer a phone call.
He's never coming back, a nagging part of her brain teased. Jackson's already killed him by now for speaking to you…for trying to help you.
Her face fell and Lisa withered away in her bed, slipping lower as her heart dropped to her feet. Something was wrong and she could feel it. Jackson had done something. He had changed something about her hospital stay.
Her visitor was another doctor, a female. She had never seen her before.
"I'm Dr. Shaw. I'm taking over your case—"
"Where's Philippe?" Lisa asked quickly, her eyes darting around suspiciously. "I mean, Dr. Carter. Where is he?"
"Oh, he was re-assigned to another case. You no longer need a psychiatrist."
"Says who?"
"Dr. Carter received your medical records and relinquished his position in your care. He gave you a clean bill of mental health."
"My medical records?" Lisa whispered, a deep kind of paranoia settling in.
"Anyways," Dr. Shaw brushed off Lisa's repetition of her words. "How are you doing today, Mrs. DeCoute?"
"Who?"
"You are Lisa DeCoute, correct?"
Jackson, what are you doing? What did you tell these people?
"No, my name is Lisa Reisert."
This is wrong, this is all wrong…
"Mrs. DeCoute, there's no need to pretend. Your husband faxed all of your medical records to us and we know the truth. We know that you have problems separating what is truth and what is fiction."
Oh God, oh God… Jackson, what did you do? What horrible lies are you telling them?
Lisa felt herself begin to shut down. She was preparing to huddle up inside herself where Jackson could not hurt her. She had no other choice. This was her last line of defense against him.
"Mrs. DeCoute? Are you listening to me?" Dr. Shaw's grating voice hurt her ears.
"Philippe," Lisa said quietly, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "Philippe, you have to believe me… Don't let him hurt me…"
Her green eyes fluttered closed and all hell broke loose in the hospital.
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Philippe had been hiding out in his quiet office. Lisa's medical records were spread out before him on the desk. There was a precision—a perfection—to the papers that was questionably strange.
Why would a woman with Lisa's problems only ever see one doctor and not be involved in regular therapy sessions and not be on medications, pregnant or not?
He could not shake the feeling that something was off with her papers. There was a piece to this intricate puzzle missing. The key to unlocking and solving Lisa's delusions had to be there somewhere.
The hospital loudspeaker interrupted his musings. "Paging, Dr. Cater. Paging, Dr. Cater. Please come to room 205 immediately. Dr. Carter to room 205."
Lisa…something's wrong with Lisa.
Philippe threw his lab coat on and rushed out of his office. He ran down to Lisa's room and burst through the door. The beeping of the monitors ensured that she was still alive, but at the same time she was not.
He slowly stepped towards the bed and shook his head. What have I done? I should not have signed those damn papers already…
"Dr. Carter?" a female voice from behind him called.
"Yes?" he said, turning around to face another doctor, a pretty brunette wearing silver-framed glasses.
"I'm Dr. Shaw. I was just recently assigned to Mrs. DeCoute."
Ah, the replacement…
"What happened to her? What did you say to her?" Philippe questioned quickly, not wanting to hear her life story, which he was sure he would be receive if he did not stop her.
"I simply explained the situation to her. I told her that you were no longer her doctor and that she was delusional."
"Who authorized that?"
"No one, but my duty is to my patient. She had to be informed—"
"That's bullshit," snapped Philippe angrily. "Her mental state is very delicate and you just sent her over the edge. She just lost her child and she's alone. What did you expect her to do, thank you?"
"I'm sorry—"
"Sorry doesn't cut it. You just set her recovery back for uncertain period of time. On her chart it says that she is prone to catatonic states. Or did you not bother with her chart?"
"I read the chart, but I don't see how this is at all relevant."
Why is it that normal doctors always appear to be idiots?
"Catatonic states are hard to break a patient out of. Anything emotional upsetting can send them into one. It's a defense mechanism to protect them."
"How was I supposed to know that introducing myself and explaining why you were no longer here was going to set her off?"
"Did she say anything to you before she slipped away?"
"What?"
Philippe gritted his teeth and repeated his question again.
"Oh, she was mumbling."
"Could you make anything out?" This is just like pulling teeth…only slightly more annoying.
"Well she said your name, something about you have to believe her, and 'don't let him hurt me'. I think that was it."
"Thank you," Philippe said with a false smile. "You're excused."
Dr. Shaw let out a 'humph' sound and stalked angrily out of the room. Philippe sighed and shook his head before turning his attention back to his patient.
"Lisa, what is it? What makes you think that someone's going to hurt you? Come on, please talk to me…"
Philippe sat down in the chair beside her bed and scooted closer. He gently picked up her right hand and held it in his own hands. He rubbed the hand reassuringly, trying to comfort her in her self-inflicted state.
This is wrong… I'm crossing the boundaries. Her husband should be here, not me. I'm the doctor and she's the patient. A married patient…
Despite his inner protests, Philippe kept a vigil at her bedside, willing Lisa to return and explain to him what was going on.
There's something deeper than what's on those papers. She wouldn't work herself up and place herself in this state unless she was seriously threatened. What is scaring her? For her, this is more of a fear reaction than an I-can't-handle-this reaction.
"Please, Lisa. Talk to me. I'll believe you now, just come back," he pleaded with her still form.
Author's Notes:
Lisa's lucky that Philippe cares about her. It was Lisa's fear of Jackson and what he might do that drove her into her current catatonic state. Yes, Dr. Shaw was meant to be an annoying and slightly idiotic person. Anyways, thanks a bunch for the reviews!
Mooey714- The reunion should be rather interesting. It's coming, I promise. Probably chapter 10 will be the reunion. Lisa definitely deserves some paybacks for all that she's suffered. Thanks: )