Garden In The Ceiling 2

(Norway x Reader)

Since I got such positive feed back I'll be continuing this foreboding story!

Please enjoy, and be sure to try and stay sane throughout this ride…into the darkness we go!

Song(s): Worlds End Girlfriend- Smile (It fits so well! It's sorta sad too!)

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To Lose Someone You Don't Know

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"That will be one dosage of clozaril for you know who." I sighed and took hold of the small bottle of pills. It was time to refill Mr. Bondevik's prescriptions. Even though he wasn't a fan of it he needed the necessary dosages to keep him saner throughout his day.

There were three types of people on the schizophrenia spectrum. There were those whom could control their inner 'demons' those are the people who get to live freely without the restrain of weary friends and families interruptions. We've only had a few cases of them in the time I've been a physician here but they were just as normal as you and me. They are known as the conservatives. Near the center are those who have regular visits with the hospitals and have a daily appointment with a therapist to express their worries, anger, and desires. They have a stricter lifestyle that resolves around their families. These people are usually very rich; they are able to withstand a child with medical bills damn near those with cancer. They are known as balanced schizophrenics. The last group of people would be those who have the hardest time. Their life is the hospital or a mental rehabilitation center; they are constantly monitored and have limited freedoms. There is only one case so severe that I know of and that hasn't committed suicide yetl; most do within the first few years of understanding that everyone has turned a blind eye to them and let them rot in the dungeon that is asylum life. His name is L—

"—Lukas Bondevik is having another rage fit, please, go and speak with him. He is frightening the new staff." I sighed and tightened my grip around the bottle to try and show irritation when in reality I was extremely excited to see Bondevik. Oh so excited.

Maybe something interesting may be bestowed upon me, who knows.

"Alright, I'll be back in a bit stay tight." I sent a smile to the receptionist as he dull brown eyes sent me an approving look. I quickly paced to the right side of the hospital, I'd been through this hall so many times I think I may be able to simply walk there with my eyes closed. I watched as my surroundings got less cheery and more sterile, even the cheerful open widows that let the cool summer breeze in soon were replaced with jail cell bars. We kept our most insane patients on this portion of the hospital, it was known as Oslo's mental asylum.

Yes, I too found it very appalling and degrading when I found out but Oliver was the one who commissioned it so we lower doctors whom were new in the field simply nodded to save our own necks.

I tried to keep a steady face when I'd finally made it to a large metal door that locked from the outside with two odd sized nurses shivering in the corner. Such children, how in the world did they get this job without knowing who they'd be caring for? Bondevik had his own personal nurses, he was from a fairly well off family although they disowned him a few years ago.

This was their parting gift along with a life time in one of the best rooms.

How melancholy. Even his own family saw him as a disregard. He still had me though and I hope I was enough.

"What are you doing out here? You need to stay inside the room until a professional such as myself arrives. I can get you fired." Their odd frames turned ever so slowly when they heard my demanding voice. Without another word they pointed through the small glass square that allowed viewing for the patient without disturbing them. How ironic.

"D-doctor Kirkland is already inside! He told me to tell you that you're free to go for today. Please don't fire us I need this job!" I sent the plumper one a glare; she and the limp one took off down the hall as I sneered out one word harshly.

"Disrespectful." I sighed and placed the pills inside the small neon outlined flap that held Bondevik's personal information before speed walking back towards the front, I was going to miss out on an imaginative rendezvous with Bondevik. Another day wasted. If this was going to happen why did I even come in today? He and a child with severe gestational diabetes are the only two whom I worked with.

I took hold of the metal door handle, about to open it in one quick swoop. Sure Kirkland was my superior but he knew how possessive I was when it came to my patients, especially Bondevik. I pulled the handle back when an opposing force flung the door open causing me to fall onto the pale concrete flooring. I coughed a little and made a whining sound, which caught the attention of my abuser. I quickly grabbed a hold of the wall and sat myself up afraid of the consequences. The deep mixture of emotions that welled up in his eyes confused me for a moment, I could almost feel the radiance of hatred but then it became a settle breeze that licked against my cloth less legs until finally, it dimmed to the point of false happiness once meeting my face. He was such an odd ball, some simply call him eccentric but I myself call him brilliant. There was something about him that I just couldn't look away from…Maybe it was his odd shades of peppermint eyes or the way his bleach blond hair went perfectly with his snowman like skin. Either way, I was emotionally and physically curious about him, well, the way he acted and the way he processed things as a person and as a doctor. Sometimes he would snap at the simplest of things and other times he'd smile at the worst of things. He was this hospitals judge and prosecutor, and it was invigorating!

He was Doctor Oliver Kirkland, a medical doctor and a baker. How those things partook in the same person? I'll never understand.

I brought my face to become more professional like and took his outstretched hand; it was cold and fragile to the touch. Just like my own sanity at times. I could feel his gaze as I turned around and picked up the fallen pencils that fell from my lab coat pockets. His eyes roamed my form causing me to shiver slightly, I couldn't see his face but I knew the look he was sending me had to be one of utter interest, I could just feel it.

"What were you doing here Ms. (l/n)?" His sweet voice did not fit his facial expression giving him a placid look, his eyes were slightly dull but I knew they were observing my every move, the way I was breathing, and even my muscle spasms in my own face.

"I-I'm here because the receptionist told me patient 005 needed my attention. It was also time for his—."

"—daily pills. Yes I know love," I winced when he said love. It sounded like cough syrup to the tongue, sickingly sweet. "But why didn't she tell you that I was already here?" I didn't know how to answer that. Oliver hated it when people weren't exact and quick to respond back to him, he hated it. I looked down to my black flats and relaxed my tense muscles, which convulsed when I felt uncomfortable or frightened. I heard a settle sneer and then the sound of dress shoes against white concrete. "Go home Ms. (l/n), you seem to have over worked yourself." I looked up quickly trying to keep my (e/c) eyes from tearing up at his words. I wasn't ready to go home yet, I needed to at least so goodbye to Lu—Bondevik or else we both wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

"Yes sir." I seethed out like a snake, trying to keep myself from running into patient 005's room or else Oliver may fire me and I needed to stay here, for now at least. Bondevik was my scapegoat, my oasis, my paradise, my mirage; he helped me open my inner childhood when he told me of his friends. His fairy friends whom were named Abeline, Berly, and Duva and even his feared Trolls; there was only one who befriended him and his name was Andolf. I needed to see him before going home or I wouldn't be able to do anything but cry…I needed….I—

"—Ms. (L/n). I said to go home. It's past your hours anyways." I heard the stern yet playful voice of Oliver, he seemed slightly further away but still in hearing distance. I could feel his calculating eyes on my form once again. I tensed my hands and gripped the pens harder. I could feel blood. "Ms. (l/n)..?" I shook my head and took in a deep breath while shaking, stuffed the bloody pens into my pocket and did a quick 180 to face Kirkland, face down of course. I sternly strutted over to him with loud feet until finally making it to the elevator that was to take me to my car. Once there I said my goodnights to my fellow colleges and left the hospital.

The summer winds felt calming against my heated skin; I could feel a slight lump in my throat as I looked up to the tangerine sky, the peace at mind relaxing me immensely. "It's going to be alright (f/n) you'll see him tomorrow." I whispered to myself before jumping into my small (c/c) car and started the ignition. I pulled out of my parking space and took off towards home not in the mood for any type of food at the moment. I sighed and thought over how my life here was just getting more and more tiring. I wanted to just relax for once not having to worry about weather I'd see someone or not or weather I'd need to send anymore false smiles to my 'friends.' I wanted to go back home, I didn't think I could take much more of Oslo without ripping my own hair follicles out…but could I leave him?

No, I don't think so, he meant way too much to me to just leave him here.

"…But where would we go?" I popped the question before staring weary eyed outside my window once I hit a stoplight. I could see two children walking near an older boy; both off in their own land dancing across the street as they crossed the intersection. The two children inevitably bumped into the older boy whom in turn sent them both a look ceasing their playful lollygagging. I watched slightly interested in the boys looks, he reminded me of. …someone. The way his snow white hair swooshed against the summer winds, his pale gray eyes in deep thought, the way his school bag rested against his slim form, cellphone placed snugly between his ear and hand as he speed walked across the poorly drawn gravel markings. I watched as the ignorant children rushed across the walkway as on coming traffic came rushing forward, the light green. No one could save them now—SCREEEEECHHHHH

"He should have left them be." I called out to no one as the screams of two young children shot out hitting everyone's ears. I couldn't help but feel the lump that I was able to suppress early appear in my throat again and without a moment of realization I began to cry, I felt as though I'd just lost someone. It was odd, I was pretty sure I had no knowledge of this most likely dead boy…I dug through my recollections and just sat at the now green light as if a frog on a log. I tightened my grip on the leather steering wheel before banging my fist against it.

"Who was this boy? Who is it! I…I feel like I know you! WHO ARE YOU!?" I shouted to myself, windows up allowing me minor privacy. I sighed and let the elephant tears continuously roll down my face, I suddenly felt apathy for someone….I didn't know why, my job was to dealt with the insane, dying, and or incurable so why did I of all people suddenly feel apathy for some kid?

I pushed my hands further down until I was at my chest, my heart felt quenched and in pain. I squeezed my thin (f/c) top until I could feel my nails dig deeply into my flesh creating a wound. I pulled my hand away in agony before turning my head slowly to the now dead boy; face down in the gravel, a pool of blood surrounding his fallen form giving him the look of angel with blood wings. Why was I still here? Why wasn't I at the hospital having a warm cup full of hot green tea with the love of my life? What was wrong with—

"—SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULENCE!" I sent a silent glare to the middle aged man whom ran from his fruit cart located a few feet from my car. He looked over to me before running over to my window banging on my freshly cleaned windows. "Listen lady! I see you've got an MD notification on your chest, could you please see if the boy's alright!?" I was pissed, more then pissed, my day had been ruined. First Oliver and now this kid that was causing me a headache. Then it hit me, I felt as though I should try and revive him even if I was sure he was dead.

"Ja.." I said somewhat out of it, my rusty Norwegian causing him to send me a thankful smile.

"Tak. This way." He opened my door and showed me to the seen. The witnesses that saw what happened were frozen on the spot, mouths wide with fear and eyes shown large and frightened. In my line of business I was used to seeing these scenes, my eyes were no longer virgins to death.

I flipped the motionless boy over to see what major arteries were destroyed and what was still functioning well enough. He was lucky to even still have all his body parts in place, the semi truck would have shown no mercy if the driver had stopped any later. The children's bodies would have been no more if he'd idly walked passed but I suppose the boy had somewhat of a compassionate heart. Too bad.

I ripped a piece of my black pencil skirt and wrapped it around his gushing chest, something under the truck must have punctured or at least severely scratched his stomach leaving it somewhat visible. It pulsed harshly against his pale stomach making it appear as red as a strawberry, how sad. I didn't think I'd be able to save this one with little to no tools. The crowd that seemed to have surrounded me could sense my aura. The boy was still breathing, amazingly, but I doubted recovery unless someone came with tools in the next 10 minutes or at least an ambulance. As if on cue I heard the sound of help, it vibrated greatly causing the ground to shake and people to cheer happily. They soon become white noise; it was just a heavily breathing boy and I. I looked back down to the shaky breath male to see his face grow paler, if that was even possible.

I was about to move away from the scene so that I could get home and rest when I felt a tight grip against my (f/c) dress shirt. I turned my head to the fiend who dare lay a hand on me when I met with light taupe gray eyes held in slight pain. The boy winced and held his face strongly against my own mirroring my features. How he was able to utter the following from his pale bruised lips was the highlight of my day causing my face to morph into fear. The way the word flew through his mouth so calmly as if he was the opposite of pain, like he was euphoric almost disturbed even me.

"(F/n)."

I sent him a look of complete confusion, how did he know my name? I…I don't know him. Was he stalking me or was it something worse? The grip on my shirt only grew harsher as if he was hanging on for dear life. He sent me a playful smile immediately masking his pain. Why would he do that? He was obviously in pain; was he trying to appear strong because it was working.

"W-what?" The boy caused me to stutter unintentionally, the proud look in his semi open eyes only made it worse.

"Hahaha," He chuckled softly before coughing up blood. "My name (f/n), its Clovis. How could you forget, don't tell me you forgot…"

I felt my body tremble and my eyes widen. I knew who this was; I knew why I'd started to cry. No, not yet…don't go yet. I watched as his eyes turned bright before going mellow and finally going cloudy and unseeing. I knew it was illogical for him to still be alive but...for once I wanted to join Bondevik in his fantasy world. I want—no I needed to be released and freed. I watched as the ambulance checked his pulse sending each other a shake of the head. They hauled him up softly making sure not to damage the body any worse. I didn't know how to respond sanely…so I responded insanely. I grabbed a hold of his arm trying to bring him back like a mother lion to her cub, becoming ruthless I started to scratch at the male nurses whom tried to put him into the truck. I hissed and scratched harder until one of them pushed me off of their arm causing me to fall to the gravel into the same spot Clovis was in.

I was beginning to see spots in my vision, and the last thing I smelt was the deep coppery stench blood.

Then, I blacked out.

Oh what a cruel world it was we lived in, cruel indeed.

End of chapter

As promised a chapter two!

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I loved the name Clovis from the survey so I'm using it for our dead friend here…. you'll learn more about him later on!

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