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This chapter is introducing my OC Hannah and the mental hospital. I haven't went too much into Hannah's character just yet because I want it to come out in small bits when she talks to Juice. Also the information I got on Juice is a mixture of Theo Rossi's information and just made up numbers and what not.

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Disclamier: I don't own anything Sons of Anarchy, just my own OC's.

Chapter 2

Newbie

Date: 27/09/2013

PATIENT INFORMATION

Patients name: Juan Carlos Ortiz "Juice" Date of birth:04/06/1985 Age: 31 Sex: Male

Address: 122 Asbury Road, Charming, California. Phone number: (425) 555-1212.

Status: Single Occupation: Mechanic (biker)

Reasons for entry: Voluntary admission.

Hearing voices.

Experiencing personality splits.

In case of emergency: Name: Teller-Morrow Garage. Relationship to patient: Employer. Phone number: 760-897-4523

Doctors/nurses notes: Extremely distressed when admitted last night. Scared and jumpy, possibility of schizophrenia and/or bipolar disorder.

Hannah's eyes scanned over some of the information she had been handed from the hospital's most recent patient. A short reason for entry was a new one for her. She was used to seeing long reasons for entry and a mile list of problems, especially for the late entries. Patients that admit to the hospital late at night were usually always pushed to admit themselves or in extreme distress and they felt like they had a list of issues that need to be addressed. This Juan Carlos or "Juice" is obviously an exception to the rule here. Hannah's curiosity was spiked.

Coming into work this morning Hannah wasn't expecting to be handed last night's newest addition to the hospital, this was more rookie work introducing new patients and Hannah considered herself to be more of a senior nurse, working in the hospital for more than five years now. She was used to working close with the psychiatrists and doctors, not introducing new patients again. She had done her fair share of introductions.

Working in a hospital must people assumed she was a doctor or nurse and technically she was a nurse but she worked on the psych ward, no big deal right? Others found mental health work a bit daunting and scary. The stigma that was attached to mental health hundreds of years ago still stands today with some people and Hannah just didn't understand how some people could see that as a weakness. She had seen first-hand how difficult the toll a mental illness could be on person and how strong it takes to be able to overcome your mind. Hannah applauded those that come to terms and live with their mental illness, it's no quick fix.

Working on the psych ward gives Hannah a sense of purpose and more positivity than it should but she can't help but feel proud when she sees some of the patients walk out of the hospital. It's hard not to get attach to the patients because you're helping them through some of their toughest moments, but with five years under her belt since she finished her nursing studies, Hannah now finds herself feeling a bit unattached to her work.

Like everyone at some point in their lives they lose sight of their purpose or become uninterested in their lives and for Hannah at twenty-nine she found herself in that slump. She loved her job, she did, but it had become mundane. And that was hard to say for someone that worked in a mental hospital. Surprisingly, the patients weren't as 'crazy' as people think patients should be in a mental hospital. Of course, there is three or four patients that will never leave the hospital but the majority of the patients do walk out the door again, some come back and others never do.

"What's up Nurse Collins?" Hannah's deep hazel eyes shot up to look at Peter a daytime orderly that couldn't take a hint.

"Hello Peter." Hannah tried to be as polite as possible with him but having shot him down twice before for a date and he was still trying, was starting to wear on Hannah's nerves.

"How are you doing?" Peter was leering quite openly at her. His dark brown eyes moving slowly up and down her scrubbed clothed body. Hannah shivered under his gaze, not in a good way.

"Fine, thank you. You?"

"Better now that you're at work."

Oh God, Hannah resisted the urge to roll her eyes to heaven. The silence grew awkward and prolonged as Peter smirked at her and Hannah tried to find her exit. Nurses and other orderlies walked by the nurse's station and Hannah followed one nurse's path until she reached the security doors. Just as Peter was about to say something again, Hannah quickly opened her mouth.

"Ok, well I better get going." Hannah briefly made contact with Peters smirking eyes and then tapped the clip board with the new patient's information. "Work to do."

Peter bit down on his lip and nodded his head as Hannah scurried away putting her passkey over her head. Hannah could feel Peter's dark stare on her back even after the heavy security doors closed behind her. Peter wasn't a bad looking guy, he was exactly what she would be looking for in a guy. Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, muscular. Total prince charming. Except he was the exact opposite. A class A fucking prick, that couldn't seem to take no for an answer. He was the college jock that never grew up and couldn't put his college degree to work so Daddy pulled some strings. Hannah was glad to be away from him, just being in his presence drained her. She could feel her brain cells dying around him.

It was early as Hannah made her way through the common room and only Martha and Jim-Jim were up and about. Martha was a woman in her thirties with no family, her kids had died in a freak accident and she had never come back from it. Jim-Jim was older and he was still living the fifties. These were two of some of the permanent patients and they were also the early birds on the wing, everyone else got up at different times from eight a.m. to eleven, everyone had to be up by eleven or else they would miss breakfast and the first dose of the days med hand outs.

Hannah waved hello to Martha and smiled at Jim-Jim who shook his head at her. He didn't believe women should be work or living alone. He often passed sexist comments to the nurses and he firmly believed that they shouldn't speak back when he spoke these thoughts. He was often found in a verbal sparring match with Jane another nurse, who refused to listen to his comments, raised by a single mother and raised to be fiercely independent, they often clashed.

The common room was empty besides Martha and Jim-Jim and the sound of the TV in the background as they ate their breakfast on their trays. The common room was large enough to fit in a flat screen TV high on the wall, six plastic tables with a few board games, checkers, chess and jigsaws on top of each of them and scattered around the room was plastic chairs. It was a decently sized room and you wouldn't think it was in a mental hospital if it wasn't for the bars on the windows.

After the common room the bedrooms started, there was twenty bedrooms altogether for patients with two beds per room. Hannah had yet to see all the rooms occupied on full basis. After the bedrooms, there was five psychiatrists' offices where one on one sessions took place. Hannah was often found in the common room when group sessions took place and just wandering around checking on patients. She often sat and talked in detail with patients, especially the younger ones. She felt like she connected with them more so than older patients. She could see hope in their eyes, but also a huge amount of sadness and despair, she liked to think her chats with them helped ease that sadness.

Most of the door were opened to the bedrooms and some patients were waking up and lying down, some quietly others loudly. Hannah sighed, her day was only beginning. Down at the end of the hall in room 206 was the newbie. He was all alone and wide awake.

Juices first night in the loony bin wasn't as bad as he was expecting. He was expecting screams, shouts and loud cries, he was surprised when he barely heard any. He heard the odd shout or cry when he was lying down. He was too stressed to sleep. This was a new place, a new scary place. And he was terrified. There was no one in the single bed beside him and he was happy with that. The voices gave him enough company, and boy had they been chatting up a storm last night.

From the moment his back had hit the mattress they were on him.

What are you doing here?

Do you think it'll actually help you?

There's no helping a lying, rat murder.

You're a fool juicy.

On and on they went, never once relenting throughout the night. Juice paced his new room trying to block them out, he looked out the bared window, he pleaded with his hands over his ear for them to stop but they never did. Not once throughout the night. He was wide awake as dawn crept in the window and so were the voices. He kind of wished there was someone in the bed across from him, just for the sheer presence of another human being. Just so he wasn't alone with them.

He had lost track of time since he entered the hospital and there was no clocks around him to help him judge but he had been awake when he heard his door being unlocked and pushed opened for the day. A bright light danced across his room when the door was opened and a glare was coming from the white walls all around him. He assumed this was waking up time but he didn't move from the single bed. He was too drained to move.

He had being lying there for about an hour since the door had been pushed open when he finally met his first person in the hospital. She was obviously a nurse, because she was wearing the same dark blue uniform that the nurse who had admitted him last night was. She had dark, almost black hair tied back in a French plait that wrapped around her shoulder and stopped on the middle of her chest. She had an oval face with high cheek bones and full lips, but she was too far away from him to see the color of her eyes. She was very pretty. And he was happy that a face like hers was the first he got to see in here.

"Good morning, Mr. Ortiz. My names Hannah Collins and I'm a nurse here. I'm here to introduce you to your surroundings and make sure you're settling in okay." Hannah smiled wide as she looked over at the man lying on the bed. She was surprised when she took in a Mohawk and tattoos on his head, but even more surprised by the big brown doe eyes and what she saw in them. A man fighting a war. With himself.

He was quiet for a few moments as he took her in. "….Morning."

"How're are you feeling?"

Juice looked like a deer caught in the headlines. He didn't know how to answer that question in here. Outside of the hospital, he would have been saying fine and okay, but in here he wasn't sure if he should say what was going on in his head or fine.

"Um…I don't know." Juice's voice was timid and uncertain as he answered Hannah.

Hannah smiled slightly at Juan's answer. It was a fairly common response. "That's okay. It's natural to be overwhelmed. It's a big change."

"Yeah I guess." Juice sat up and shrugged his shoulders. He was trying to come across as cool and collected but inside he was falling apart. Hannah could see this.

"Okay… well when you want to talk more I'm always around." Hannah smiled timidly and sat down on the bed across from Juan. She continued talking.

"I'm going to talk you through the schedule around here. Breakfast stops at eleven so you should make sure you're up before then or else someone will come and wake you. That's also when the first dose of medicine is administrated for the day, everyone is on different medication around here so you'll be giving different amounts. Your psychiatrist will determine what medication you will need and we'll be informed. You must take your medication. It will help."

"After breakfast you will have one on one session with your psychiatrist for an hour. That usually last anywhere from half eleven to two o' clock, depending on the psychiatrist schedules. You'll have to wait until you're called for your session. After that you will have lunch, then group sessions are scheduled from three to five, you can participate if you want but you must sit in the circle. After group sessions are over, dinner will be served and you'll have you're second dose of medicine and an hour of recreation time and then lights out. Simple enough?"

Hannah glanced at Juan to see his eyes wide and glazed over and a dull expression on his face. He wasn't listening to her.

"Mr. Ortiz?" Nothing.

A few beats passed.

"Mr. Ortiz?" Still Nothing.

"Juan?!" Hannah's voice raised slightly as she looked closely at the young man sitting across from him. Finally Juice snapped back, his brown eyes staring directly at her.

"Are you okay?" Hannah's deep hazel eyes were full of concern as she looked him over.

"It's Juice." Juice's voice broke slightly as he tried to block out them in his head. They were getting louder.

"Excuse me?"

"My n-name is Juice."

Hannah was confused but settled for his answer. She'd heard quite a few unique names before. "Okay….Juice. Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine." Juice dismissed Hannah's concern quickly. He didn't deserve concern.

"Was it….the voices?" Hannah didn't want to pry so soon but it was her job.

Juice looked startled that someone actually knew what had happened right now. Nobody knew what was going on in his head but right now this pretty nurse knew, because that was her job. She's supposed to know these things dummy. Clay's voice was in his ear now.

Juice didn't know how to respond. He was so used to lying lately he didn't know if telling the truth would get him killed or in big trouble, how was he supposed to answer her? She could obviously see him in distress and wanted to help. But you don't deserve help, do you Juicy?

"I do. That's what I came here for." Juice wasn't talking to Hannah he was talking to them.

"Juice?"

"What?" Juice forgot Hannah was in the room. He was embarrassed that she had witnessed his episode.

"I asked if it was the voices again?" Hannah was concerned at how quickly Juice was snapping out of his episodes.

"No." Juice answered quickly. He was too ashamed to admit to this weakness.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of Juice. Everyone needs help now and again. We're here to try and keep the episodes to a minimum and help you develop ways to deal with your episodes and live a normal life."

"Is that your slogan?" Juice raised his eyebrows at Hannah.

Hannah laughed lightly and said "No. It's the truth but it's the cheesy truth." Juice chuckled and smiled at Hannah. Hannah's laugh was light and cute.

"Why don't we walk and talk? I'll show you around and we can chat for a bit before you get something to eat?" Hannah suggested as she stood and extended her hand to Juice. Juice was a bit hesitant to take Hannah's hand but he did and he stood tentatively.

"Let's walk and talk."

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