A massive thanks for all the reviews and also to 'Jules Ann' who had been a huge help throughout all the medical information.
Again, any misspelled words in Jasper's speech is intentional. I will translate his words in bold just in case you guys don't understand what he's trying to say.
Disclaimer: I do not own twilight.
Carlisle's POV
Once I helped Jasper clean up, I walked him towards the psych ward to be placed into a new room since he no longer needed any medical equipment. This would be the place he will be kept during observation.
I was holding his left hand, guiding him to where I want him to go although most of his concentration was on his right hand as he kept bringing his wrist to his mouth in attempt to chew the identification band around his wrist. I stopped walking and pulled his wrist away from his mouth.
"Don't do that, Jasper. That has to stay on" I told him sternly.
He had already chewed through one and I wasn't prepared to have to replace it with a third.
"Me no like it" he mumbled as he gave me the puppy eyes.
"I know, Jas, but you have to promise me you won't take it off" I told him.
He just nodded his head slightly which didn't really mean anything. Once I opened the door to his new hospital room, he let go of my hand and ran in to take in his new surroundings. He was sniffing at the walls around him and then at the bed at the back of the room before returning to my side and grabbed my sleeve.
"Me go home?" He asked me in a pleading voice.
I looked at him sadly, knowing that Jasper wasn't keen on his new surroundings. I'm not even sure how long he needed to be here. It all depended on him.
"Not yet, sweetheart" I replied gently.
He looked down and lowered himself onto the ground and crossed his leg; a gesture he had copied from Alice and Rose.
"Why?" He questioned desperately.
That's when I realized that despite everything that had happened, Jasper had no idea what was going on. He had assumed that as soon as he felt better, he could return home. He had no idea that there were any concerns for his mental health. He viewed himself as completely normal.
"The doctors just need to make sure you're okay" I answered.
I wasn't sure how else to explain it to him.
"Nice doc….doc-tors?" he asked anxiously.
"Yes, Jasper. Nice Doctors" I answered with a smile.
He grinned at me which had disappeared quickly when there was a knock on the door. A low growl came from Jasper but he stopped when I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He looked at me, seeming rather frightened.
"Nice doctors" I reminded him.
"Nice doc-tors" he repeated in a whisper.
I called for the visitor to come in, knowing who to expect. As the door slowly opened, a young male with light brown hair walked in; seemingly in his early twenties. He wore a friendly look on his face which was thankful as I felt Jasper relax besides me.
"Hey, I'm Peter" he introduced.
His gaze turned to Jasper as he crouched down to his level and held out a hand slowly.
"And you must be Jasper" he stated.
Jasper warily moved a little closer to Peter, sniffing the hand that Peter had held out. His nose moved from his fingers to his palm, his wrist and then he was moving a little closer to smell his arm. Peter watched rather fascinated about his behavior, forgetting about the ache that was no doubt forming in his arm for holding it out for so long. Once Jasper was right in front of him, he put a gentle hand on Peter's shoulder and leaned on it as he then put his nose against Peter's neck. Peter remained as still as possible to allow Jasper to do what he wanted to help him feel more comfortable around him. But despite trying to be still, Peter had obviously began to feel the ache in his arm as he lowered it to the ground since Jasper wasn't paying attention to it anymore but that only resulted in Jasper shying away and moving back into me.
"Would you mind if I spend some time with Jasper while you speak with the psychiatrist?" He asked softly.
It was a good idea; if we did that and he managed to gain Jasper's trust, then Jasper would have no problem with Peter being around while he was being observed by the psychiatrist later.
"What do you think, Jasper? Do you want to stay with Peter?" I asked him.
He shook his head rapidly, pushing himself nearer to me.
"Me stay with you" he stated anxiously.
"But I have to go to talk with a few doctors in private. You can't be there while I'm doing that" I told him gently.
"Me stay with Rose" Jasper begged.
I wasn't sure what to say to that. I should have known that Jasper wouldn't like the idea of being left alone with someone he had just met and I couldn't force him. It was Peter's turn to try.
"Jasper, hey. You know what? I heard that a little somebody loves milk" Peter said with enthusiasm.
Jasper's ears twitched and then he looked at Peter cautiously. With his attention, Peter continued.
"Have you tried chocolate milk before? I brought some with me today" he offered.
With a mental age of a child, Jasper was sold with the idea of having treats with the 'not so bad guy after all'. Jasper looked at me quickly. It was more of a 'permission' look but if it got him swallowing calories as well as bonding with his therapist, I was fine with it. It was like hitting two birds with one stone.
"Me want toclat mil-ka" Jasper stated as his eyes returned to Peter.
Peter grinned and from then on, I knew he would have no problem with Jasper.
Peter's POV
Ever since I was a kid, I wanted to grow up to be the kind of person that would help others. I remember how my friends had wished to be police and firemen but my dream to be a therapist was set in stone and due to my motivation and intelligence about the human mind and behavior, I achieved my goal and got the right qualifications younger than most therapists. I haven't stopped there though because I'm also in training to become a Councillor.
I was told that somebody was looking for a speech therapist and Councillor with a mixed knowledge on animal and human behavior and bingo, they decided that I would be the best fit because I was nearest to the kids age although there's still a 6 year gap. They also said that it would help me gain more experience in counselling so I pretty much jumped at the chance. I had been studying human behavior since college; as for the animal behavior, you could call me the wolf guy. I also studied those in my spare time; even up close quite often. In fact; when I had achieved my dream job and got my own place, my parents even brought me a dog. Not just any dog either; a untonagon dog which is a rare breed of dog that looks a lot like a grey wolf. He is just amazing.
But anyway, everything that I studied seemed to be everything that was needed for me to be hired as Jasper's therapist and Councillor. When I first heard that they needed somebody with experience on animal behavior, I was rather confused but after hearing the amazing story, I was utterly amazed. Cases like this were extremely rare and I was more than honored to help him.
He was rather small for a 16 year old and a little skinny too but I guess anybody would look like that if they had to hunt for their own food. There was a wary side of him which was, again, understandable from where he came from. I actually admire his cautious behavior; it was extremely interesting to watch.
"So what else do you like?" I asked him as I poked a hole with the straw in his carton of chocolate milk.
I passed it over to him and he hurriedly picked it up and put the straw between his lips. It took a minute for him to figure out how to get to the drink but as he watched me take a sip from my carton, he copied and understood that he need to suck from the straw.
"Dwaring pichas and tookies" he answered surely. *Drawing pictures and cookies*
Dr Cullen was right, there was certainly the childish side of him. Poor kid never had a proper childhood. It was clear that he struggled to pronounce a 'C' but I was also informed that he had the same difficulty with 'D' too.
"I like cookies, too. Home- made are the best" I told him.
He nodded and grinned in agreement.
"Me help mom may dem" he said. *I help mom make them*
Despite his difficulty with pronunciation, I had no problem with understanding him.
"Awesome. What kind of things do you like to draw?" I questioned.
Since I would see him at least once a week, I might as well get to know him now.
"Daddy and me and Rose. I dwar Emmy to-day. Rose sai…da Emmy was my bruver" he noted proudly.
I actually hadn't expected to get much conversation out of him. Carlisle had told me that Jasper wasn't much of a talker but he has proved me wrong.
"Do you like your brother?" I asked him.
He shrugged. "Emmy took my cwayons away so I bwake his fings but he some..t..times nice to me" *Emmett took my crayons away from me so I broke his things*
"What about your other brother?" I questioned.
He threw his chocolate milk carton across the room once he realized it was empty and frowned.
"Eward no like me but I no like him, too. He twy be nice to me and I too" *Edward doesn't like me but I don't like him either. He tries to be nice to me and I try to be, too*
"Why is that?" I asked him.
I felt like we were already having a session but I was rather curious.
"Betos Rose don't li..ka him and he mean Rose" *Because Rose doesn't like him and he is mean to Rose*
Okay, call me girly for saying it but that was rather cute how he would hate somebody for a protective reason. I wasn't keen on his first reason though.
"You know, you don't have to hate somebody just because your sister does. You have a right to your own opinion" I told him.
He shook his head at me.
"If me fwends with Eward, Rose no like me anymore" he replied sadly.
That was probably the first bit of emotion that I had heard from him so far. I felt bad for him, he shouldn't need to feel that way but I guess if he ever had to choose between the two, it would be his biological sister but then again, he doesn't have to choose; he just feels like he is in that position. I think this is worth mentioning to Dr Cullen when he finishes talking with Jasper's psychiatrist.
"And you don't want to risk Rose hating you because you love her" I finished off or him, understanding the way he views things.
He didn't seem to hear me as he gazed at the wall in front of him. He seemed to stare into it for a few seconds before he spoke again.
"Me love her" He whispered.
I assumed that we were still on the subject of his sister so I just nodded.
"Me should tell her" He spoke again.
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea" I agreed.
The look in his eyes seemed as if he just found out he still had hope but for what; I didn't understand. I was about to question what was going on in that mind of his when Dr Cullen re-entered the room and Jasper's face lit up once again as he race to him for a hug.
I smiled at Carlisle and he returned it. I guess that went well for a first meeting.
Sorry for the crappy ending but was the rest okay.
Did the Jasper translations get annoying or did you prefer them? I just want to know if I should carry on doing them or not.
Did you guys guess what Jasper was implying at the end? What do you guys think.
Please review and I'll try to get another chapter up sooner.