Asylum Chapter 12

*Vince/Dr. Whalen*

"I'm telling you Vince not because I want to but because you said to let you know." Dr. Whalen said reluctantly.

"So he's done." Vince asked.

"He's broken just like you asked."

"Are you sure? What's he been doing?"

"Nothing at all. He just sits in the padded room rocking. All he does is eat, sleep and rock in the corner." Dr. Whalen said.

"So he'll do what I say." Vince asked.

"All you'll have to do is threaten to send him back here and I guarantee it." Dr. Whalen said. "He's been in isolation for nearly three months. Now one does that and soon forgets it."

Ok send him back to me. But send a jacket too. I'll need it until he's used to being back." Vince said laughing. "Make sure you give him back the mask before he leaves. I don't want to see his face."

*Vince/Kane*

"Well," Vince said looking at Kane. "Are you ready to come back?"

Would rather be out of the jacket. Kane thought but nodded anyway.

"Do you think you can keep yourself in check? NO more trying to light your opponents on fire.

Kane nodded again.

"If you give me one ounce of trouble I will send you back to sanctuary and you know what happens if I do that." Vince continued.

Yes Kane nodded trying not to shudder.

"I'm not sure I trust you Kane. So you'll wear that strait jacket whenever you are here at the arena. It'll be taken off when you go to the ring but that's it." Vince said, trying not to laugh.

Kane nodded knowing he didn't have a choice. At least for now.

"Go to the training room and get checked out. I want to be sure you are cleared to wrestle." Vince said knowing Kane would hate that.

Ok, Kane thought rising to go do as he was told. But this won't last forever Vince. Kane decided.

Kane walked toward the training room with his two shadows in tow.

I'm completely helpless if someone decides to go for me. Kane thought. I know these asses won't help at all. Kane told himself thinking of his two shadows.

*Pete/Kane*

"You'll have to take this off for me to get a look at him." Pete told the two men in white.

Good I'll get a few minutes without it. Kane thought.

"Vince says he keeps it on except in the ring." One of them said.

"Well not if Vince wants him checked over he doesn't." Pete replied.

"Turn around." One of them said.

If it means getting this thing off for a bit definitely. Kane thought turning to comply.

He'd awful docile. Pete thought, seeing the look in Kane's eyes. And he's not giving them a hard time about bringing him here either.

Better. Kane thought, stretching his arms once it was off.

"I'll need to have you guys step outside while I check him over." Pete said knowing he wanted to see Kane's face.

"Why we've already seen him." One of them said.

They've seen him. That means wherever he was they took his mask. Pete thought.

Hey they didn't call me fubar. Kane thought.

"That doesn't matter I don't want you in here while I examine him." Pete said.

"He needs to be watched."

"Not in here he doesn't. He'll be fine, won't you Kane." Pete asked.

Yes Kane nodded, closing his eyes for a second.

"Fine it's your funeral if he goes off on you."

"He won't." Pete said.

"I'd like to get a weight on you. Because it looks like you've lost quite a bit of it." Pete started, indicating the scale.

Kane walked over and stepped on it.

"Last time I weighed you, it was just over three hundred pounds. Let's see what we have." Pete said, moving the sliders across the bar.

Two seventy five. Pete thought puzzled. But that's nearly fifty pounds he lost. And he's only been gone three months.

"I was right." Pete said indicating the weight showing. "You've lost nearly fifty pounds in three months. That's not good Kane."

It doesn't matter. Kane thought. I'll put it back on as long as I can get some real food.

"Ok Kane, I need you to answer some questions to be sure you're ready to go back." Pete said.

Vince won't like that. He said check out physically not talk to me. Kane thought unwilling to piss Vince off so soon.

"Have a seat Kane." Pete said indicating the exam table.

Fine. Kane thought what can it hurt.

"Ok just a few more physical checks then we need to talk." Pete said.

How we going to do that? Kane thought snidely.

Pete checked his reflexes and checked him for weakness in his hands and arms. But he found it all pretty much normal.

"Ok, now for the talk." Pete said handing Kane a pad and pen.

Kane took it but cocked his head at Pete.

"I know you don't like us trainers because you don't like getting looked at. But I need you to talk to me if we're gonna get this done." Pete said, indicating the paper.

Ok Kane thought nodding.

"Are you in any pain anywhere?" Pete started.

No pain Kane wrote.

"Is anything bothering you?"

Kane shook his head.

He's gone. Pete realized. The look in his eyes is dead. I've never seen anything like it.

"Where have you been."

What do I tell him. Kane thought, will Vince get angry if I tell him.

"It won't go beyond me." Pete said.

Sanctuary Kane wrote after a moment.

"What happened there?" Pete asked.

No Kane said shaking his head, unwilling to think about it, never mind write about it.

"You don't want to tell me?" Pete asked.

How bad could it have been to make him into this? Pete wondered seeing Kane's slumped shoulders and demeanor.

Kane just shook his head no again.

"Ok, but if you need to talk to someone I'm here. Do you understand?" Pete said.

Not gonna happen Pete. Kane thought but nodded anyway.

"Well then I guess I can pronounce you fit to wrestle if that is what you want Kane." Pete said.

Yes Kane nodded.

"You'll need this." Pete said handing him back his mask.

Kane put it back on then stood up.

"He all set." One of the men in white asked.

"Yes." Pete said, saddened for a moment that Kane wouldn't talk to him.

"Turn around."

Kane turned around and allowed the jacket to be put on him and secured.

I can't believe he's just letting them put that on him. It must be uncomfortable as all hell. It also makes him completely vulnerable should someone decide to go at him backstage.

Taking one last look at the departing Kane; Pete went back to work.

*Kane*

What did Pete actually think I was gonna say. That I'd been kept in isolation for nearly three months. That I thought I would or had lost my mind. Kane thought walking away from the trainer.