CHAPTER 11
Who knew life could take such a drastic turn within twenty four hours? I had never imagined I would be sitting here, in this very room with a new bandage on my left wrist, a therapist sitting in front of me. He looked different. Well, he dressed different. He had long hair which was tied in a ponytail, and he had worn a T-shirt which had a lightning symbol on it. Well, if my life wasn't so complicated I would probably laugh at the guy. But here I was, sitting on something called suicide watch, answering Dr. Cisco Ramon's questions.
Why did I do it? And can you tell me anything you want?
... twenty four hours earlier ...
Joe suddenly awoke from a deep sleep. He slowly opened his eyes and scanned the room, noticing the TV still on. He silently cursed at himself for falling asleep. Rubbing his eyes, he looked at the clock. It was too early in the morning for anyone in their right mind to be up, and he couldn't quite remember what it was that had awoken him. He waited in silence for a second or two then heard it again. He quickened his pace to his son's bedside.
Barry was tossing under the sheets, yelling every few minutes. His voice was getting hoarser as he yelled, and he knew that if he didn't wake Barry up he will be doing some serious damage to his injuries. He bent over and shook his son's shoulder gently. It didn't faze Barry, so Joe shook him a bit harder and placed his palm on Barry's forehead
"Okay, son, you are burning up," said Joe.
Just as he was about to press the call button, Barry started thrashing his hands hitting Joe unconsciously causing him to jump with fear. Suddenly Barry's eyes opened wide and scanned the room nervously. He was very pale, drenched with sweat, and breathing heavily.
"Barr, you need to calm down, son. You're just having a nightmare."
Seeing that Barry was now staring at him and his breathing was almost back to normal he continued, "The doctor is on his way."
"Everything okay, Detective?" asked Dr. Wells as he entered the room with a nurse.
"His fever his back again, doctor. Do you think the fever is because of the seizure? Is it possible? I woke up to the sound of him thrashing. He had a nightmare again," said Joe, worried about Barry.
Nodding, the doctor checked on Barry.
"The seizure can be a cause for his fever."
Turning to the nurse he told her to inject the following medication into his IV.
Hearing the doctor, Barry froze, his stomach dropping out. He quickly tried sitting up in bed, trying to get away from them. Seeing this, Joe questioned Barry with a concerned look.
"Son, what are you doing? You need to lie back down."
Barry slowly turned to the right where Joe was standing.
"No, please no! Please help me! Don't want any medication, please!" said Barry, scared as he tried removing his IV from his hand. Seeing this, Dr. Wells quickly tried to stop Barry, but seeing the doctor reach out for his IV, Barry just swung his fist to his face and tried dragging himself away and said in a louder voice, "Please tell him not to give me anymore medication! I can't take it anymore! Joe, please tell him!"
Trying a different approach, Dr. Wells told Barry in a calm voice, "Don't worry. I am not going to give you any medication."
Hearing this, Barry just nodded as if everything was normal again and all this didn't happen. He lied back down and thanked them, staring at the ceiling.
Following Dr. Wells' orders, the nurse grabbed the restraints and handed them to the orderlies.
"Are you serious, Dr. Wells?" asked Joe shockingly, seeing the restraints, "We are not going to restrain my son, doctor. He is already scared, and doing this will cause him more harm."
"You need to understand, Detective. If I don't restrain him, I can't give him the medication he needs right now. His fever needs to go down now, or it's not going to do any good to Barry. His body still hasn't recovered from his seizure, and I don't want to wait and see if he takes a turn for the worst. There can still be complications," said Dr. Wells in a hushed voice. He didn't want Barry to hear any of this.
Thinking about what Dr. Wells said, Joe nodded, letting the doctor restrain Barry and went by his bedside to distract him.
"That's it, son. Close your eyes. You look tired. You will feel better when you get some sleep," said Joe, brushing his bangs away from his forehead as a way to calm him down.
Barry looked at Joe and told him coldly, "I don't sleep. I can't sleep anymore. Whenever I close my eyes, I see everything."
Hearing this, Joe sighed heavily and nodded at the doctor.
The doctor and the two orderlies immediately stepped forward towards Barry.
Barry watched as they walked toward him, their arms held out at their sides readying to grab at him to restrain him. But Barry had no intention of going down without a fight. Just as he was about to grab the hands of the larger man in front of him he heard someone's voice.
"Wow! I told you, Mark. This guy here is a feisty one. I really like him," said Clyde.
To this, Mark just laughed at his words and said, "I told you brother. So come on, what are you waiting for? We don't have much time left."
They both came closer to Barry. Barry, getting scared, tried dragging his body away, but in doing so he fell down from the bed.
"Ahh, my leg ... it hurts," said Barry, breathing heavily. Seeing that they were still taking steps towards him, he brought his hands up in front of him, trying to protect himself from the torture he was about to receive.
"Don't touch me, please don't touch me. I give up. I just want to end this game. Kill me now. Please kill me now."
Seeing that they had completely stopped taking a step further, he asked angrily, "Why are you standing there and staring at my face? Are you such a big coward? Just kill me already!"
Every single person in that room just stared at Barry. Joe was on the verge of crying, and he didn't know how to calm Barry down. He was moving his arms and legs to such an extent that the orderlies were all hurt somewhere or the other. Trying to restrain Barry had cost them a glass and a lot of things to shatter into pieces on the floor. They then tried lifting him up on the bed with the help of more orderlies and started tying his legs down.
Joe grabbed Barry's hand and held it protectively in a way to calm him down.
"Please, snap out of it. You are just dreaming. It's me, it's Joe. Please, son, calm down."
Just as Dr. Wells was about to inject the medication in his IV Barry pushed Joe on the floor releasing his hand and grabbed the piece of glass from the table and brought it to his wrist.
"I will kill myself! I swear to God I will kill myself!" said Barry holding the glass piece tightly, tears falling from his face as he stared at all the occupants in the room.
Dr. Wells immediately injected the medication, but before anyone could register what happened, Barry made a cut on his wrist, causing it to bleed and stain the perfectly white sheet with his own blood.
...present...
"Come on, Barry. Talk to me. Give me something here. I have been sitting here for half an hour, and you haven't told me a single thing," said Cisco, frustrated by Barry's behaviour.
"I didn't mean to do it. It just happened. Besides this, I have nothing to say to you or anyone," said Barry, keeping his head down.
"By anyone do you mean your family who is sitting outside worried for you? The same family that saw you seize two days ago?"
After a brief pause, Cisco continued.
"Dr. Wells told me that you are now refusing pain medication. Can you tell me why, Barry? First you were refusing morphine and now this. Even after the seizure you went through, the pain must be unbearable, Barry. I can see it on your face, you want something for the pain, but something is stopping you. You actually woke up the whole hospital because you didn't want the medication."
"Why are you here, doctor? I want you to leave," said Barry, frustrated by all the questions. He just wanted to sleep. He hadn't had a good night sleep for days, and he felt sore all over his body from his seizure. His hands still trembling at regular intervals. It had been two days since his seizure, and nothing felt the same. Everything changed in a blink of an eye. He unconsciously rubbed his newly bandaged wrist.
"You know I can't do that until you tell me something," said Cisco sincerely.
"You know what I am talking about. You know every single thing, so please just leave me alone," said Barry.
"Come on, Barry, talk to me. Why are you making this difficult for everyone? We all want to help you, and we probably can. You just have to let us in."
"It can't do that, Dr. Ramon. I can't relive what I saw. It felt so real. The only difference this time was that I had it while I was awake."
Cisco just waited for Barry to continue and started writing down all the important notes.
"I see them everywhere. The pain medication is making me see things, and I don't know if it's real or my mind is making things up. Iā¦I can't handle it. It's like every time I see something, it takes a part of me. It breaks me into pieces which are never going to be whole again. It's like every single day I live I pretend to be someone I am not."
"Why do you think that, Barry?"
"Joe, Iris, Caitlin they won't be able to handle all that darkness inside of me. What if they get scared of who I am becoming and leave me? I can't handle so much pain. It's like I am going insane. I can't sleep anymore without them popping in my dream."
"Can you describe what you see, Barry? Is it the same dream always?" asked Cisco, writing stuff down.
"No, I uh, I don't know. I don't remember it. Some of the things are foggy. Can we please not talk about this? I am really tired, and I would like to get some rest."
Seeing the dark expression on his face, Cisco agreed to Barry's condition and left the room to talk to the patient's family.
He really liked Barry. He knew he was a good kid that had gone through so much in such little time. He just hoped that he could help Barry to recover fully. After all, he was just a kid and by the looks of it, a pretty smart kid.
...
"Detective Chyre, why have I been called to the precinct so urgently?" asked the captain. Seeing the expression on the Detective's face, the captain repeated the same question.
"We are sorry, sir. The Mardon brothers escaped custody," said Detective Chyre with his dead down disappointment on his face, "They are on the lose, captain."
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