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Snow Insane : Thank youuu ! I just love the way you typed with British accent, I just love this accent it's the sexiest thing ever. Damn.

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Note : I just assumed Thorazine is liquid in this chapter. I actually don't have a clue about it.

Note : This chapter is about a touchy subject. I don't want to offend anyone.


Jamie had been mute for days.

She had stopped talking to anyone and seemed sad all the time.

They had betrayed both her and her uncle.

When she came out of hospital, she kept asking where Michael was, and neither Laurie or Loomis answered, so she sensed something was definitely wrong. On the way back home she didn't stop asking : "Where's uncle ?".

Eventually Laurie had snapped and told her her crazy uncle would be locked forever in a mental hospital.

Jamie burst into tears and never spoke again. She was sad because she missed him, but also because she could only imagine how her uncle felt. Little did she know he felt worse than ever.

Loomis only would come to visit him, and news weren't good.

Michael had lost a lot of weight since he was in hospital, and showed signs of severe depression. He refused to eat, he didn't even make masks anymore. His cell was desperatly empty. Loomis was really worried about him. Michael wasn't the same. He accepted the Thorazine and stayed in his bed all and all night.

The doctor made up his mind and decided to allow Jamie to come and see him, if it could make him feel any better. He had seen the signs of amelioration when his patient was with his niece, and he wondered if Michael could be human again.

He talked about it all to Laurie. She refused immediatly. Her daughter would never make friends with a killer. But as Loomis told her how Michael had changed, she couldn't help but be deeply worried ; and if it could please her daughter she would do anything.

They chose a day and hour, and explained everything to Jamie ; she had to be calm and not try to come into her uncle's cell until she was allowed to. And if anything happened, she had to come out immediatly.

Finally the day came, and they found themselves wandering in the hospital. Jamie heard the patients' voices and didn't like it at all. At least her uncle made no creepy noise and didn't deliriously shout nonsenses.

As they were coming closer to the cell, a nurse almost ran into them. Loomis tried to calm her down as she seemed frightened. "What's happened, my child ?" The young woman was shaking. "I was giving him his medicine, and h-he took the bottle from m-me... He was going to break my wrist but he stopped all of a sudden a-and I escaped...!" Loomis was starting to worry. "Who did this ?
- M-Michael Myers..." He froze.

It wasn't good. Not good at all. He rushed to his patient's cell, followed by Laurie and Jamie.

When he arrived he found Michael sitting on the floor, his head doddling. There was an empty bottle of Thorazine next to him.

"Michael...?" He didn't move. Loomis knew what Michael had done. He assumed it would not happen, but he wasn't too surprised. Jamie didn't understand, and her mother wasn't too sure about it, but she knew Michael must have felt really, really bad.

Loomis opened the cell and stepped in. Michael didn't seem to see him. When he saw his patient didn't have the slightest reaction, he took off his mask and helped him up. Michael used to be a lot heavier, Loomis noticed, and it worried him even more.

He opened a door that was the bathroom door. He then sat Michael in front of the toilet bowl, and closed the door, staying alone with him. He knew if his patient wasn't in this state, he would be in great danger, but it wasn't the case. He had to be quick. The medicine was making Michael sleepy, and in a few minutes he would be fast asleep.

Loomis stuck two fingers down Michael's throat and focused on keeping him in a sitting position. Michael started to show signs of discomfort, he was paling and his stomach seemed to do a back flip, before his doctor decided it was enough. He wrapped his arms around Michael's waist and squeezed tightly.

Michael gagged but Loomis gently pulled his hand behind his back. He felt bad when he heard his patient's soft whimpers. "I'm sorry, he said, but I have to. I won't let you die this way. Not now. I have found another way to end your nightmare. But now you have to throw up, please." Michael grabbed the sides of the toilet bowl and had a kind of hiccup that lifted his insides and finally made him vomit everything.

Loomis sighed in relief, rubbing Michael's back soothingly. He felt the younger man was scared. He wasn't used to be sick, for sure. "It's okay. It will stop as soon as your stomach is empty. Nothing else will come out."

After a few minutes it was over. Loomis glared at the sink. Thorazine mixed with bile. He was right. He helped Michael to lay on his bed and whispered : "You need to rest now. Don't worry. We're not going to leave. Do you want your mask back ?" He nodded and Loomis sighed, handing it to him. Laurie looked at them both, told Jamie to stay out until she allowed her to come in, and finally stepped in the cell.

"What happened...?" Loomis suddenly looked 10 years older. "I knew it would happen. I knew it and didn't do anything before today.
- What happened ?! she asked, worried.
- He tried to kill himself." Laurie stayed speechless.

Everything she believed was wrong. Michael wasn't a mindless killing machine. He actually had a soul, and actually had feelings. He even did realize what he had done. He had been treated like an animal all this time and Laurie didn't find it wrong. It was making her sick. Michael did suffer. She could only imagine how much his heart ached, because he had one, and it made her want to cry. She now believed in the theory that Michael didn't control himself. She wanted to help him. She wanted to die.

She sat next to her brother's bed and sighed, stroking his mask. "I'm sorry..." Michael tried to touch her hand, but Laurie instinctively backed up. She cursed herself and held his hand. "I'm so sorry...!" Michael saw she was about to cry.

He then did something that left everyone speechless. He took off his mask in front of his little sister and pressed his lips to her cheek. Laurie was so surprised she didn't feel the tears that rolled down her cheeks. She didn't move until Michael lied back in his bed, waiting for his sister's reaction with eyes full of questions.

Laurie brought her lips to her brother's forehead and whispered against his skin : "Everything will get better..." She sobbed. "I promise...".

Michael knew it was nothing more than words. His mother had promised everything would get better but it didn't. No one could promise this. But he decided to believe her.

Laurie stroke her brother's hair and looked at Jamie. The little girl was staring at her uncle. Laurie nodded at her and Jamie knew she had the permission to come in. She had a picture in her hands, and she sat beside her mother.

"Uncle ?" Michael looked exhausted and ill. Jamie remembered how he was when they were both at hospital, and how he just looked like a big teddy bear. She hardly recognized him. He was so thin and pale... And those dark circles under his eyes... He looked like a zombie. No matter how tired he was, he turned his head to look at his niece and see the picture she was showing him.

She had drawn a man and a girl on a hill holding hands and smiling. "It's us, you see ? You, and me."

Michael saw and felt as though a flower had bloomed in his heart, and a butterfly was tickling it. Tears picked at the corner of his black eyes.

Jamie frowned. "You don't like it ?" Michael wanted to speak but failed miserably. "A-Aa... I..." It upset him greatly. He was just like a frustrated child. He balled his fists and furrowed his eyebrows. "I-I-aah..." He felt miserable. Jamie smiled faintly, and kisses his cheek.

"It doesn't matter. I love you."

Something broke inside Michael. The invisible mask he was wearing, under his real mask, the one that prevented him from showing any emotion even when he was not wearing his usual white mask, crackled, as sobs escaped his lips and he just standed there, crying like a child, because his niece had said the words he couldn't say.


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