"H-How is possible Odette to being conveyed in an infirmary, Sister?" The German emigrant enquired with a raspy, firm German accent, accentuating on her exclamation.
"One of the most vicious patients got the keys for her ward by unlocking it by dragging her off her cellar and a handful hours later I found her in the infirmary." The young blonde commented by exhaling uneasily as she couldn't help, howsoever, feeling her cheeks heating by emphasizing the word infirmary.
"I hope she isn't viciously hurt my baby girl! She doesn't deserve it." The former sister of the church felt her knees weak even her frail skeleton being eletroshock, due to the immense panic which built its bricks by slowly falling on her knees though Timothy was there to alleviate her even in the toughest moments.
"Jude!" Fortunately, it was the former man of the cloth who snaked his strong arms around her waist by persuading her to raise, whereas Elsa was quietly sobbing to herself and Massimo was wiping the tears away of her ruddy, puffy eyes.
"What if she's in coma? What if she doesn't even wake up?" The Bostonian bewailed hysterically by wriggling in Timothy's grip.
"She's unconscious but I can assure you she's still alive, ma'am!" The young sister assured the hysterical Bostonian, whilst Elsa was sinking into her husband's embrace by letting his muscly, strong arms brace her upper back as his chin was on top of her lowered head.
"Oh thank God! We should check her immediately at any cost!" The panic that invaded the middle-aged woman was exceeding as Frank and Mary Eunice ushered them to follow them, whereas the both couples zinged up to the both staff members of the facility without reluctance and delay.
"Shu, shu, shu, my angel! Odette is going to be alright. She's a strong girl and will overcome any trouble which she has been through these tough years." Massimo opted to soothe Elsa by embracing her as they walked away from the women's wing hallway as her sobs ebbed though the horde of the adults' hearts sunk.
"It's okay, my rare bird! How the sister said, she's yet alive though her critical condition." The younger man pecked a loving, deep, feather kiss on Jude's milky temple as she relished the forehead kiss by frequently blinking, muffled mellow moan which was heaven from the top of her lungs.
A handful of minutes later after pacing by descending the Stairway to Heaven as the visitors followed the nun and the security guard altogether, the frenzied wails of patients were inevitable by ringing requiems in their ears. Even more the pungent reeking of urine, heavy medicaments and poor hygiene were toying their sensitive nostrils though they attempted to focus more on their recent quest. To check the love child's condition and spend a couple of minutes with her until they were kicked out of Briarcliff if they violate with the limited time they had.
What they felt for these wretched, devastated souls, who were institutionalized in one of the most notorious mental hospitals in the Massachusetts's state was delirious compassion, in fact, they receive no visitors and don't receive any quantity of affection, attention which Odette and somewhat Serena got since they are imprisoned there behind the dull, solid walls. How about the remarkable holidays such as Easter, Christmas, New Year and Thanksgiving? They didn't have any families or any relatives with whom to celebrate and share piece of prominent, rejoiced moments even if they're once at least. They're just like godforsaken and forgotten by God human beings, who're destined to stay there until their days are reckoned and when their ethereally eternal, brittle souls leave their mortal bodies by whether being cremated or burried, consequently nobody mourning over their fresh death.
As Frank and Mary Eunice guided the 4 adults by passing swarm of orderlies, who dragged even the clumsiest or the most zestful patients and nuns, suddenly Frank pushed the infirmary's double door by allowing the visitors enter inside by stepping aside as they expressed their gratitude.
In this moment, the young holy woman excused herself, due to the fact she was being occupied with a recent task which popped up in the least predictable moment, leaving the former cop with the both married couples.
As they approached the bureau of the nurse, who's also a nun, it was the former police officer who initialized the conversation with the nurse, herself.
"Hello, Mr. McCann! How may I help you?" She suddenly spoke by fixing her browline eyeglasses which sat motionlessly on the bridge of her nose by casting a stern, unwelcoming look at the uninvited guests, who escorted the Briarcliff's employee. Grotesque frown hugging her naturally ruby-coloured lips which highlighted her parchment, slightly wrinkled face, as a result of aging.
"Sistah Catherine, we have visitors, who would like to see an injured patient. Miss Odette Beatrix Martin Howard!"
"Oh! Miss Martin Howard?" Sister Catherine inflammatorily sighed in weary manner by checking the list with her recent patients, who were conveyed in the infirmary for this moment by scanning it within seconds with her piercing, cold azure blue eyes, clicking her tongue, whilst the biological parents and Elsa and Massimo were beyond agitated to behold the young singer at last. It was certainly apparent they weren't very fond of Catherine, factly, her demeanor was far from tenderhearted.
Sister Catherine is actually a veteran nurse in her late 40s with a tad wrinkled complexion, naturally ruby-coloured lips and sinister, relentlessly cold azure blue pools. She has been working in Briarcliff for over 2 decades and passing slew of visitors, who had similar experience just like the recent ones. Underneath her conservative, clerical dark wool wimple, she actually concealed her Pandora's box, in fact, she was a neat and flinty in appearance by not permitting to show any disheveled strands of her neck length silver bob hair. Her fingers balled the pen she held with which she scribbled. Her skin tone was as pale as ghost, scarcely contrasting upon her silver haircut. Her hands were as dry as barrens in the desert.
"Yes! As we know, thanks to Sister Mary Eunice, she was involved in an incident and that's why she's there!" Jude exclaimed as Timothy held her petite, creamy hand, squeezing it as the thumb kneaded her fragile knuckles by opting to reassure her and her scorching nerves which unlocked the unhinged panics as if they resembled mental seizures, tormenting her body and mind.
"Huh? The tiresome ma'am. What are you to this girl? A parent? A friend of hers?" When the silver-haired woman removed her pair of eyeglasses in a swift motion by slamming them on her cherry wood desk by glaring at the former nun, eerily recognizing her facial features as she reminded her of the former herself, who used to be. Sister Jude.
In the interim, the Bostonian couldn't help, nevertheless swallow hard when the nurse commenced to question her with more personal, heartfelt questions, affecting her facial expresison and the rhythm of her heart beats as they subdued to slower, severe ones.
"Her mother!" In spite of nurse's personal, remorseless question, Jude prefered to be honest without exaggerating the inhospitable nun.
"Oh! Alright! You can see her. She's on the 4th bed."
"I see. Thank ya, Sister!" The horde of adults walked away by heading towards the patient's room to pay a visit to Odette, whereas Frank fled the infirmary by getting back to work as well.
As soon as they stepped inside the infirmary as there was only one patient, who was being temporarily housed, the middle-aged ladies' hazelish-brown eyes wandered each direction of the room as they were searching for the 4th bed until they saw the young brunette, laying senselessly on her patient bed as a cotton, ordinary blanket blanketed her body below her shoulders as she was sleeping on one side. Her eyelids were tightly shut.
"Oh God! It's her." The Italian mumbled as their steps accelerated up to her, whereas Jude, Timothy and Elsa let their crystal tears gush down their cheeks especially the both mothers as the both married couples encircled the unconscious love child's bed from the both sides. "Odette, that sweet angel!"
"Why they're hurting you, my baby girl? Why they do it to you?" The former licentious jazz nightclub singer sat on the edge of the sufficiently expansive bed with Timothy as they were alongside one another. Her hand shifted up to her immobile, elvish one by taking it into hers, squeezing it firmer.
"Mein Liebchin, you deserve better than being atrociously treated!" The former freak show owner vouched as she sat past her secondary daughter by timidly extending her hand to caress her unkempt, begrimed in poor hygiene and greasiness ringlet of chestnut tresses which lost its glossiness through the advanced days since her imprisonment in the nuthouse, admiring its yet softness which has never ebbed.
"My sweet, beautiful sweetheart! Little do I know what happened to you, nevertheless I'd like to know who did this to you. I mean, the black eye, split lips and the blood," She discreetly lightly unwrapped with her sole free hand the cotton blanket, surveying her motionless body by noting her robe was sheeted in blood stains even her boson and fingers. The mother of the love child was tremendously dumbfound when she discovered by herself the worst horror by clamping with a hand her soft, dry lips as Timothy was flabbergasted with the other married couple by the morbid scene of seeing their daughter's skin covered in light bruises, pinkish tints, besides the black eye, split lips and the partly torn patient robe which hugged her slender body which lost a couple of pounds.
The orphan's recent appearance was not only unbelievable, but also immensely abashing especially for her biological parents. The tracks of black eye, split lips, torn gown, blood, baptizing her garment and certain body parts were giving ample piece of evidence for occured befall which webbed her in the hollow.
"Who did this to you and who's responsible for tearing your robe even making you look like a freak?" The native Bostonian whispered by furthering her desperate utterance by bending forward, peppering her daughter's cheeks with tender, affectionate kisses.
Intesifying silence conquered the infirmary as the adults fixed their stares on the insensate young singer, who stirred up, drawing their attentions instantly as they least expected it.
"W-what's going on? Oh fucking shit! I need a cigarette right now." The much younger lady gnarled with her drowsy voice until she ultimately came to her senses as her vision initially loomed blurry as soon as she opened her honey brown irises.
"Odette? Honey? Are ya awake?" The former woman of the cloth asked anxiously as her heart raced.
"Mom? Dad? Elsa and Massimo? Why I'm here?"
"You had an accident, honey!" Afterwards the former nun cupped her daughter's cheek in one of the palms of her hands, whereas the other adults transfixed their orbs on the helpless young woman. "What happened to you?"
"Urgh," The young brunette pawed her aching temple with the palm of her hand by groaning in pain of the headache she recently struggled with, besides her memories of the accident were as hazy as fogs, fogging her train of thoughts. "What an accident?"
"Sister Mary Eunice told me you were there and you're a victim of being attacked by one of the most dangerous patients in this snake pit. Spill the tea!" The both biological parents were promtply rattled of Odette's recent condition which she was found. Timothy wanted to discover the truth behind her dismayed condition as soon as possible.
"Urm, I asked Frank to take a nap in my ward since I pleased for by locking me up until I'm fully rested." In the meantime, they nodded their heads, affirming they words as they listened attentively her monologue without uttering a single syllable as well, while the elder singer bit her bottom lip as she abided silent. "Then I heard the keys clinking in the hall of the women's wing as if one of the security guards or the nuns wanted to supervise me. Then I came to the conclusion it wasn't a security guard, nor a nun." As her caution progressed, the both couples couldn't repress upsetness they wore on their faces by assimilating her words. "It was one of the most dangerous patients whom I try to overlook as much as possible since my arrival there. It was a man, of course. Much older one. He was known as a mass serial killer, murdering at least 30 people the last spring. This massacre is the reason why he's committed there."
"W-what he did to you, dear?" The younger man was beyond livid by gritting his teeth when he realized Odette's predator was actually much older man especially a lunatic. "Don't be too ashamed to confess to us and cut his arms!"
In the meanwhile, the orphan swallowed hard at the thought of her abuser by squeezing her mother's hand by casting a terrified eyeing at him by trembling. She took a deep breath by clearing her throat, seconds before resuming her sorefully painful utterance.
"His name was Brock Eastwood. He's also known as a rapist of women, regardless if they're 50 or even 20 years old. I was really really mortified when he entered in my cell with keys by having an access. I tried to escape and cry out loud for help but nobody didn't bother to help me. I was trapped. He's the reason why my eyelid hurts so much with my lips and where my body is sleeved in bruises. And the partly torn gown. Moreover, he violated me as I was senseless except filling something hard in my abdomen which was particularly disgusting." The young woman couldn't suppress the melancholy that hit her like storm as she commenced sniffling, whereas Timothy sat closer to his daughter by cupping her face in his warm, creamy palms by tilting her head to meet his warm chocolate brown eyes which were fueled with pure, paternal love for his daughter and inescapable ire and disdain over Odette's abuser, while Elsa was wiping the tears of her secondary daughter's puffy, sanguine eyelids as they were pooled with crystal, bitter swamp of tears.
As soon as Odette exposed the sinister truth behind the ominuous circumstances of her bruises and the physical and mental damage. Elsa, Massimo, Jude and Timothy loathed not only Brock for what he did to the love child, further, Timothy and Judy hankered to find the vulture. The both men's jaws contracted after she framed Brock for the physical, mental even sexual abuse by portraying him in details what she knew about him by far, in spite of it's perfectly normal for her to not know a lot about him since he was just a peculiar stranger even inmate to her.
"Oh Jesus H Christ! Only If I find this moron for doing all this to you, hence, he will never escape from the reality of the nemesis which he deserves for hurting you." Timothy huffed by clenching his ivory teeth in humongous anger as his blood vigorously boiled in his veins. His cheeks heated in searing fury, exposing the mask of his darker side. Dark side, which solely a couple of people have confronted even witnessed by themselves.
"Darling, this abuser should be put in a solitary and being sterilised immediately!" The blonde opted to alleviate her husband by persuading him with better alternative to have a malicious vengeance without reviling.
"That's undeniably disgusting! I think this abuser shouldn't roam around Briarcliff like he's home. The solitary must be his new home and starve even worse inside the dull walls of it." The German emigrant replied dryly by stroking the girl's head, admiring her lion mane of chestnut tresses by combing her fingers through its long strands.
"He will get what he truly deserves sooner or later. Stay strong Odette and as soon as possible we will get you out of this hellhole. We promise, sweetie!" Jude clarified by leaning down, kissing her daughter's cheek as her heart molted, due to the fact, she earned galore love, warmness and support which she hasn't earned for the last 24 hours since their last visit.
To be continued...