=Normal POV=
[Sunday, 6/24/2018; 7:45 pm]
[Berk; Raseri Home]
The friends were sitting in the Raseri Family larger living room when Trayden returned home and walked into the house. The Raseri's and Gabriel were still there, and as soon as Trayden stepped into sight, all eyes were on him with curiosity and concern for Hayden.
"H-How is the lad?" Gabriel was first to speak up.
"Fast asleep right now," Trayden informed lightly.
"Is he doing better than when you left here earlier?" Syrus asked.
"I'd like to think so, but hard to say for certain; it wasn't an easy last couple of hours for him," Trayden grabbed a soda from the fridge and went to sit down on the couch with a sigh. "But at least I got him to talk to the doctor he's working with there about what was bothering him and why he freaked out to the point of needing to be admitted,"
"Re-Really? He…Talked about it?" Gabriel asked with hope in his eyes.
"Well…He wouldn't go without me there, but yes; he did. He…Talked the entire hour-long session with Dr. Dahl. Everything about his snapping was due to losing his parents last year, so that's all that was discussed today," Trayden admitted.
"So you know everything about that night when his parents were killed?" Dustin inquired as Trayden nodded. "How much is everything?"
"From start to when you and the police arrived," Trayden replied.
"I may need that from you later tonight, or tomorrow, son," Dustin stated.
"Why?" Trayden questioned.
"A year ago, Hayden refused to talk about what happened that night. We were trying to see if he could give us height, weight, appearance…Anything to help us find who murdered his parents. Hayden is the only one who might be able to help this case move forward a bit. Right now; it's hit a block without any new leads or information. Spencer Haddock was a good officer to the department; he was stellar, one of the best I ever had the pleasure of working with. And his family was perfect, not to say mine isn't or anything, but you know…All good people," Dustin stated.
"Understandable," Miya nodded.
"But I'd like to see justice done to the people who killed Spencer and his wife, and I'm sure Hayden would like that as well," Dustin explained. "So, would you mind telling me whatever Hayden told you? Unless you can get him to tell me himself?"
"I will…Ask Hayden first, Dad…It took me almost all of Junior Year to get Hayden to open up to me, and gain his trust. I don't want to break that by revealing things without his permission…" Trayden confessed. Hoping his father would understand. "Maybe I can convince him to tell you. After all, I did get him to agree to work with Dr. Dahl over the next three hours, and continue it outside of the Psych Ward with…I think his name is Dr. Anderson?"
"Yes, Harry Anderson is Hayden's outpatient psychiatrist," Gabriel nodded; then blinked. "Wait for just a second now…You got him to agree to talk in his sessions from now on?" he asked quickly as Trayden nodded to him to confirm. "How in the name of Thor did you manage?"
"I, uh…Asked nicely…" Trayden shrugged.
"I don't care how ya did it, Trayden…We've all be all be trying to get Hayden to talk since he started with us last October. Well, the beginning of November 2017. Hayden wouldn't budge at all, but you managed to make him agree to talk…" Syrus smiled.
"I haven't made Hayden do anything that he didn't want to do," Trayden remarked, looking at the others, who were glancing at him a little surprised. "I asked Hayden if he genuinely wanted to end his life, and he said no; he wants the hurt to stop. And then I asked if he wanted help in getting better; he said yes. By the time we finished talking in his room with Dr. Dahl there, Hayden had said he felt good enough to come home today. Unfortunately…Three-day hold won't be removed, so he's stuck there, but wants to keep working on things,"
"You know you're not qualified to give any mental health advice, right, Trayden?" Rachel arched her brows.
"I know, Mom. I didn't give any advice about anything he was dealing with. I just heavily implied and suggested that he needed to talk to someone, preferably a professional to cope properly. Yeah, we'll word it that way," Trayden said. "All I did was breakthrough to him, make him understand that he's here for a reason and that he doesn't have to be afraid to ask for help, and doesn't need to resort to suicide to make the pain stop,"
Rachel sighed. "Trayden, that is giving mental health advice!"
"Well…I'm sorry, Mom, okay? He needed to hear it, and he wasn't listening to anyone else. Alright? In case you forgot earlier; he was asking for me. He wanted me to come because he needed me. I promised Hayden I would be there for him; anytime, anywhere, and anything. And if I'm nothing else, Mom; I'm true to my word," Trayden muttered a bit.
"You tell me exactly what you said to him," Rachel demanded. Trayden sighed some and repeated almost word for word the conversation between himself and Hayden before they went to Tiffany's office. About ten minutes later; he stopped to take a breath.
"And that was it. We got up and went to Dr. Dahl's office for the next hour. I left to grab dinner for Hayden and me to eat there. Around 7:15 pm; Hayden was tired, so a nurse and I walked him to his room. Hayden laid down and went to sleep; then I came home," Trayden finished finally.
"You realize if any of that backfired and you accidentally upset him more to a point he tried to hurt himself again or worse; you'd be held responsible for assisted suicide?" Rachel informed sternly.
"I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't certain that the overall goal to make Hayden see things differently would be achieved," Trayden stated.
"Rachel…Trayden did the right thing," Gabriel said, surprising Rachel. "Hayden, unfortunately, and Gods rest his soul, is just like his old man. Boar-headed; he never listened either when he had his heart and mind set on something. Odin almighty when I think about how stubborn and senseless Spencer was back in the day…" Gabriel laughed a little. "Oh boy…It was like talking to a cement wall until you broke through. And sometimes, as much as it can hurt; the truth needs to be said,"
"Still…Don't push it, Trayden. You're a terrific friend to Hayden, but don't overstep that boundary into something you're not, which is a licensed professional," Rachel reminded.
"I won't, Mom," Trayden nodded.
"We should go visit him," Hailey suggested.
"No," Trayden shook his head.
"Your mom went over earlier that only Hayden makes-," Alyssa started.
"Hayden doesn't want you to see him there," Trayden responded, cutting Alyssa off. "He asked me to tell you before he fell asleep and I left," he added. "Gabriel, the Jorgenson's and me…But he doesn't want friends coming,"
"You're a friend…" Tyler muttered.
"I also have a crush on him that he's very well aware of and possibly likes me back. Not sure on that; he said we'd talk about it soon," Trayden shrugged. "Besides, I told you; I'm essentially Hayden's security blanket because of the Olivia situation that happened in January. If Hayden gets scared, nervous, and upset; he clings to me to hold onto the feeling of being safe. And I don't mind since it helps him trust, open up, calm down, and relax," he added casually.
"Still a little unfair…" Rylee mumbled.
Trayden sighed now. "Look…If you wanna get jealous, again; you might as well go home because I'm not gonna deal with it this time. But for the record on Hayden's reason; it's his wrists that he doesn't want to be seen, okay?" the friends looked at him now. "Hayden doesn't want you seeing him in a hospital gown and sweats with his wrists wrapped. He doesn't want you to see him in such a state that he's stuck in the hospital until Wednesday. He's kind'a mad at himself for cutting, and doesn't want you guys to see it,"
"And that's fine," Bryan said now, looking at the others. The last thing they wanted was to upset Trayden by getting jealous, and Hayden had a valid reason for not wanting anyone to see him other than family and Trayden. It was clear that Hayden probably liked Trayden back, and that's why Tray got special treatment over the rest of them.
"Yes! Yes, it's fine. We understand," Mindy nodded with a slight smile.
"We're glad he's okay," Aria chirped.
"I think we all are. And thank you, Trayden, for getting Hayden to agree to start working with his psychiatrist," Gabriel said calmly.
"No problem," Trayden nodded. "Oh, and Dr. Dahl gave Hayden special permission to use his room phone at any hour, day or night to call you or me if he needs someone to talk to him. I left our numbers on the pad next to the phone,"
"That's fine with me. You said he was sleeping right now, though, didn't you?" Gabriel asked.
"Yeah, he was exhausted," Trayden replied. "But I promised to stop by tomorrow and see him at some point. Probably for the next session with Dr. Dahl," he added.
"It was a long day; he deserves to rest and hopefully get a good night's sleep," Dustin mentioned.
"Oh, Mom…I did have one questions about Psych Wards…" Trayden looked at her now.
"And that would be?" Rachel asked.
"Since when are patients stripped of their privacy?" Trayden wondered.
"Going to need you to be more specific, son," Rachel said now.
"Before Hayden and I went to Dr. Dahl's office; he asked to use the bathroom and while he was allowed…The door had to be open. I'm talking like half open with someone standing outside of it. Mirrors to show face and upper half…There's no privacy, guess I'm wondering why. I didn't ask Hayden because he already looked uncomfortable and embarrassed as shit about it,"
Rachel tapped her chin a little. "Well, I know they have to observe high-risk patients because some have been able to pull off committing inpatient suicide by hanging. Sadly, it only takes the right position and right amount of pressure to cut off oxygen and die. High-risk patients are typically on a check every fifteen minutes watch. But a shirt, blanket, towel…Anything like that can be used to choke yourself to death in such a timeframe," she stated.
"But…Hayden is in a shared room with the freedom to leave the area and go to other activities; he's not on total watch according to Dr. Dahl. She mentioned while we were walking to Hayden's room when I arrived that Hayden was choosing to stay confined to his room since his arrival that morning, but he had the freedom to go to the recreation areas and what not," Trayden said.
"Doesn't matter, son. Hayden was involuntarily admitted by Gabriel for trying to overdose and cutting his wrists; that makes him high-risk for suicide for at least twenty-four hours and see how he responds to treatment during his seventy-two-hour hold. I'm sure you noticed that no matter where you two were, there was always a staff member nearby," Rachel informed.
"That's the thing, Mom; there weren't any. When I arrived and walked down the hall with Dr. Dahl; there wasn't anyone near Hayden's room. The door had a big window to look in, and the door itself wasn't locked. Hayden could leave his room whenever he wanted. And when I showed up, and Hayden broke down against me for twenty minutes; nobody ever came by the room to check in either. Dr. Dahl did, but to ask if Hayden was ready to talk and that's when I spoke to Hayden about all that stuff I told you before," Trayden shrugged.
"Does seem a bit peculiar," Dustin looked at his wife.
"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that Hayden said out right in front of the doctor that he didn't want to die, and wanted help?" Alicia offered.
"It's possible that the doctor could have made the decision then that Hayden wasn't high-risk and perhaps the checking in was pushed back to thirty minutes or longer. But to answer the original question; if the staff feels a patient is a risk to themselves during their time committed, they can and will have eyes on that person all the time. This includes the bathroom, as uncomfortable and embarrassing as it may be. I hate admitting it, but sometimes psychiatric hospitals are more of a nightmare than helpful," Rachel sighed.
"By that you mean they can make a patient worse?" Gabriel asked.
"Rare occasion, but yes. I've seen some go in, get released and instantly kill themselves because of whatever happened during their time admitted," Rachel closed her eyes. "No privacy, strict schedules…Like I said, rare, but it can occur,"
"You know…That doesn't make me feel any better about my choice to put him in there now…Hayden's been admitted three times now, and he told me before today that he didn't want to go back. Never said why other than being confined and drugged up; we didn't get that far in the discussion," Gabriel mumbled.
"He's alright, Gabriel. If anything happens, you'll be first to know. Now let's get this sleepover started," Trayden said.
. . .
[10:30 pm]
It had been pretty quiet; everyone was watching a baseball game rooting for the team they wanted to win between the two sets. Gabriel was still over, enjoying the game as well. There had been snacking and talking. As the game finished with the Hooligans beating the Hunters; the friends were preparing to go to Trayden's room for the rest of the night. However, a phone was heard ringing. Everyone checked their device.
"It's mine," Gabriel said. "418-2012?" he asked; then his eyes widened. "The hospital!" he fumbled in answering the call. "Hello?" a pause. "Yes, this is him…" Trayden steadily got more concerned as he didn't know what was happening, but it didn't seem promising if the hospital was calling at this hour. "What?! How can something like this even happen! Where is my Godson?! I will hear no excuses!" he demanded. "I'll hold, but if I wait more than five minutes; I'm coming there in person with police. You can't deny me information or access when something like this happens!"
Gabriel tapped speakerphone after the hold started. "What happened?" Dustin asked. "I ask as the lead officer of the island, whom you just threatened to use against the hospital your Godson is in,"
"Hayden got attacked half an hour ago by another patient who escaped their room during a shift change," Gabriel growled almost.
"What?!" the others in the room yelled quickly.
"I don't know. I don't know anything other than Hayden got attacked and it turned into chaos. I don't know if he's alright; I don't know where he is…I don't know where he is because they said he was moved after the incident. Gods…I should never have put him in there…He's gonna hate me…I-I caused this…" Gabriel looked down hands on his face.
"Gabriel…This is one of those loopholes I mentioned earlier. Extreme situations where a patient is being mistreated by staff in a mental or physical sense. Also, where a patient is injured by another one during their stay on the hospital's watch. You can get Hayden out, tonight, by law because he was injured on their time after promising a safe and secure environment to recover in," Rachel said quickly.
"I want him out and home…" Gabriel said firmly.
"Demand it using the law I told you," Rachel nodded.
"I can back that law up as well, and will more than happy to accompany you to the hospital to see it followed," Dustin added. Suddenly, another phone rang as Trayden dug his out of his pocket and answered it right away.
"Hello?" Trayden said. "Hayden?!" a pause. "No, no; you didn't wake me up, and I wouldn't care anyway. I told you to call me anytime. I heard what happened. Gabriel's waiting to find out information and currently on hold," he said instantly. "Ssh…Ssh, it's alright. Everything is going to be alright? I promise, okay? I need you to take a few deep breaths…Alright, calm down a little…I can't understand you…"
"Speaker, now," Gabriel ordered quietly. Trayden nodded, tapping it. The sound that came through instantly was Hayden's hyperventilating type sobs.
"I-I wa-want t-to g-get out. I-I do-don't w-want to b-be here!" Hayden cried.
"Ssh…Ssh. Easy, lad," Gabriel tried. "Where are you, kiddo? I'll come right now, okay? Where are you?" he asked.
"E-Emer…Gency r-room…Waiting t-to be tr-trans…p-ported to A-Archian…Psychi…atric…" Hayden sobbed. "I-I do-don't wa-want t-to go! Pl-Please? I-I'll be go-good! I-I'll do m-my se-sessions with D-Doc…tor Ander…son..! I-I wo-won't try to h-hurt o-or k-kill my-myself anymore. I w-want to come h-home! Pl-Please?!...Please d-don't make me go back!"
Gods, it broke Trayden's heart to hear how upset Hayden was. Yes, Trayden had seen Hayden fall into his attacks, and cry, but never had he heard Hayden beg to be brought home.
"Hey! You're not permitted to use the phone!" someone yelled in the background.
"No, go away! L-Le..ave me al-alone!" Hayden demanded.
"Hayden…Hayden, you need to calm down…Everything is okay," came another voice. "We're just going to move you to Archian Psychiatric, and continue treatment there. Everything is alright; you're okay and safe,"
"Y-You lie! I-I wasn't safe here! Don't t-touch m-me! I-I want to go ho-home!" Hayden practically screamed.
"That's it; I refuse to listen to this anymore," Gabriel hung up the call he had going on his phone, and stood up.
"I'll drive you," Dustin offered firmly.
"No, stop! I-I don't want t-to be put t-to sleep! Go away! Leave me alone! I-I didn't d-do anything to de-deserve th-this!" Hayden yelled, clearly scared, shaken up and overly emotional. "TRAY, HELP ME! Please! Please save me!" was the last thing Hayden managed to get out before his voice got farther away, still crying.
"I'm going too," Trayden looked at his father.
"Trayden, no. This has nothing-," Dustin started.
"It has everything to do with me because Hayden just yelled for me to come to help him! And everyone in the room heard it. He fucking needs me!" Trayden glared.
"There's nothing to worry about," said a woman's voice now. "Hayden is just a little worked up and emotional. I assure a safe transport to Archian Psychiatric,"
"If you sedate that boy; I will sue the entire hospital," Gabriel warned. "You back away from him and he'll calm down a little. Stay back until I get there, and I'm coming to get him. Nobody does anything until I arrive," he added. "And Trayden is fine to come; Hayden did call for him. He can help keep Hayden calm while we deal with everything else…" he stated. Dustin nodded as he and Trayden headed for the car with Gabriel to head to the hospital to yell at someone and spring Hayden free.
