Chapter Two

The sunlight turned the inside of his eyelids a soft brown as Campbell opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. He had woken up feeling nauseous and tired and Nurse McKeys told him to take a kip before he went to work. Slowly sitting up, he shook the dizziness from his mind when he felt like someone was watching him and looked at the doorway, seeing Francine standing there.

"Hello," Campbell said as he stood up then walked to her and Francine looked down at her feet.

"Hi," Francine said softly.

"What are you doing here? You know that women arenae allowed in the men's ward."

"I was just looking for you."

"Well, it's a good thing that you found me! I was aboot tae go tae work."

"Do you have tae?"

"Aye, I do! Why?"

"You really dinnae know, do you?"

"No, what's going on?"

"I heard the nurses talking. You're nae going tae be sleeping here tonight."

"What?" Campbell shouted, storming down the hallway and Francine followed him. They came to the nurses' station when he pounded on the desk and one of the nurses came closer.

"What's all this noise?" Nurse McKeys asked, watching Campbell pacing back and forth then brushed his fingers through his golden brown hair and sighed.

"What is this aboot me nae sleeping here tonight?! "

"Your therapist hasnae talked tae you today?"

"No, I havenae talked tae anyone today!"

"Oh dear," Nurse McKeys said, picking the receiver up. She dialed then looked at Campbell and anger was in his chocolate brown eyes. She talked to someone when she placed the receiver down and Campbell breathed hard through his nose. A few minutes later someone walked to the nurses' desk while Campbell paced back and forth then stopped when he felt someone tapping him on the back. Turning around, he looked at his therapist, Doctor Nathan Greene, and glared at him. Before he could say anything, Doctor Greene held up a finger and Campbell sighed, folding his arms across his chest.

"Come with me," Doctor Greene said as he pointed down the hallway and they walked to the visitor's area. Campbell sat down on the couch as Doctor Greene looked at Francine and she stood in the doorway, looking at the floor. "You can go, Francine."

Francine nodded when she left and Doctor Greene looked at Campbell, who was glaring at him.

"What is this aboot me nae sleeping here tonight?" Campbell asked.

"I talked with the other doctors and they agree with me that you are ready to be discharged. I called your parents and they're going to pick you up after you come home from work," Doctor Greene said and Campbell's heart jumped in his chest.

"No offense but ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? Do you have ANY idea what they want tae do?! They want me tae go live with my aunt! IN PERTH! I am NAE going!" Campbell shouted, standing up. He stormed down the hallway when Doctor Greene called him and he turned around, looking at him.

"Campbell, you do anything, you'll be placed on Ward Three."

"Are you serious?!"

"I'm very serious!"

"Whoa," Campbell whispered while Barry Grant, the nurse that drove him to work, came over and tapped him on the back.

"Let's go, Bain," Barry said as Campbell nodded then looked at Doctor Greene.

"Remember what I said," Doctor Greene said when he walked down the hallway and Campbell watched him go around the corner.

"Come on," Campbell said as they headed for the stairs and Campbell's hands were shaking from the anger building inside him.

Marcy McKay walked down the hallway when she saw Campbell standing in front of his poster and she smiled. Walking closer, she saw the look on his face and gently tapped his shoulder, making him look at her.

"Hello," Marcy said.

"Hi," Campbell sighed, placing the blue baseball cap on and she touched his cheek.

"Are you alright, Love?"

"Aye, I'm fine."

"You dinnae look like you're fine. What's wrong?'

"I just heard that I'm being let go."

"What? They cannae do that! You're under contract!"

"Hunh?! Och, no, I'm nae talking aboot the show. I was discharged from Saint Jude's."

"That's great! So, where are you going tae live? "

"Perth."

"Perth?"

"Aye," he said with a nod of his head.

"Why?"

"Because my parents think I still need rest and my aunt thinks Perth is the best place for me tae get it."

"Well, why didnae you just tell them that you dinnae want tae go? I mean you ARE twenty years old! You can do whatever you want."

"You dinnae know my dad. Once he sets his mind on something, it takes a miracle tae change it."

"Tell him that you're under contract and they'd sue you if you just left."

"He'd just find some excuse tae get me out of it."

"Well, let's talk aboot this later. It's show time." Marcy said when he nodded and headed for the door. She watched him go inside the studio as she sighed and hoped he was going to be all right.

"This is Campbell Bain's Loony Tunes Show and I AM Campbell Bain! It's Tuesday and today's topic is "Tickle Me". That means you can call in with your best jokes, keep them clean, and we'll see who can tell the best jokes!" Campbell said, reaching over to put a record on the player.

"You have a call on Line One," Marcy's voice said as he smiled and brushed some of his golden brown hair from his face.

"Ah, I know who this is!" Campbell said when he pushed the button and sat back in the chair. "Hello! Who is this?"

"Logan," the little voice said and Campbell smiled.

"For those of you that dinnae know who this is, this is my producer's son, Logan. He just turned four last week. So, what's the joke?"

"What's red and green and goes round and round?"

"I have no clue."

"A froggie in a blender," Logan said and Campbell laughed.

"Oh, Little Mate, that was a great joke!"

"Are you coming over for dinner later?"

"Nae tonight," Campbell said and Logan sighed.

"Oh. Ok. Bye," Logan said softly when Campbell heard a click and looked at Marcy as she nodded.

"Well, let's get on with the music," Campbell said when he placed the needle down on the record then pushed the button and took his earphones off. He placed his chin in his hands as he looked Marcy and she felt her heart hurting. She knew that his leaving was eating him up inside but there was nothing either of them could do about it.

Marcy watched as Campbell did his best to be funny but she also noticed that he was sweating. He was distracted and would forget to do things. She got up when she left the booth then walked into the studio and Campbell was trying to get the record on the player.

"Hang on, Folks, we're having a bit of a glitch," Campbell teased as he swayed in the seat and sweat trickled down his face and neck.

"Campbell?' Marcy asked as she walked closer and knelt down on her haunches near his seat.

"Ah, looks like my producer's here tae help me. That's good because I think I'm going tae pass out," Campbell said as his eyes rolled into his head and he slowly slid to the floor.

"CAMPBELL!" Marcy shouted, scooping him into her arms but his eyes were closed and she couldn't tell if he was breathing. She checked his pulse when she called for help and gently rocked him, brushing the hair out of his eyes.