"I can't believe the hospital even pays that guy." Jaiden sat down at the table across from her newest companion and handed her one of the two cups of coffee she was carrying. Nearly 10 minutes had passed since the incident in the psych ward, and Jaiden was still filled with anger. If these stupid therapy sessions were going to be mandatory, they could at least be helpful. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, thanks." Emily nodded. She took a cautious sip of her coffee and looked around warily.
"You don't seem like someone who breaks the rules very often." Jaiden noted. Although the stuttering had stopped, Emily had been looking over her shoulder every few seconds, obviously scared of being caught by Dave. She shook her head in confirmation and continued to look around them.
"Do you want to go hide out somewhere?" Jaiden suggested intuitively. Emily perked up at the notion and nodded. The two of them walked out of the cafeteria as nonchalantly as they could. They avoided eye contact with doctors and nurses until Jaiden finally spotted a supply closet. "In here," She said, carefully taking Emily's hand and pulling her in. Once she had shut the door behind them, the other girl visibly relaxed.
"Is this better?" Jaiden asked.
"Yeah," Emily replied sheepishly. "Thank you so much for doing all of this. I know…I know that you probably want an explanation."
"Nope," Jaiden shook her head. "You don't need to tell me anything. Not unless you want to." The 18 year old sighed as she realized they would need something for the next few hours. "Do you want to listen to music?" She pulled her phone out of her pocket, along with a pair of headphones. Emily nodded, grateful for the way out of talking, and accepted the right earbud that Jaiden offered her.
"My sister is a music producer." Jaiden explained as she tapped on the album labeled "Beca". Every so often, the older girl would load her phone up with new mixes and songs she had worked on. Jaiden hit shuffle and leaned back against the shelf behind them, which prompted Emily to do the same.
"She's amazing," Emily said.
"Yeah," Jaiden sighed. "She is." Just then, the door opened and both of the girls jumped simultaneously. Two orderlies walked in, clad in the pale green scrubs that they both associated with the psych ward.
"You two; on your feet." Dave ordered as he stepped out from around them. The two teenagers scrambled up and exchanged scared glances as they were immediately taken by the arms. Jaiden glared at the therapist as they were hauled out of the storage closet. "These girls have obviously had breakdowns and we need to admit them." The man ordered.
"What?" Jaiden yanked at the hands on her arms angrily. "That's a load of bullshit! He was freaking her out and he's just mad I called him out on it!"
"Hush," David rolled his eyes and nodded towards the elevators. The two male nurses exchanged uncertain looks and then down at the teenagers they were restraining.
"Look, you, uh, you don't have clearance to have anyone admitted. You're not a doctor," One of them pointed out.
"Yeah," His partner agreed.
"They ran out of a mandatory therapy session!" David snapped. "We at least need to hold them until we can get in contact with their families."
"I drove myself and I'm a legal fucking adult. Let me go." Jaiden demanded. She pulled against the larger nurse's grasp and couldn't help but panic a bit when he refused to let go.
"Actually, Miss Mitchell, you're currently under your sister's legal jurisdiction." Dave smirked. "And Miss Junk here is still 17."
"Whatever. This is on you though," The nurse holding onto Emily said. With that, the two teenagers were ushered down the hall. Emily walked along complacently, trying not to cry, while Jaiden continued to struggle feebly. Having her arms restrained was something a little too familiar, and she struggled to control the building fear she felt in her chest.
"Get your hands off of me!" Her voice cracked at the end, completely ruining the "in control" effect she was trying to pull off. The elevator doors opened in front of them and she was shoved inside. Dave, who looked all too pleased about his little revenge, pulled his walkie talkie off of his belt and pressed the "speak" button.
"We're going to need a bed and two teams at the third elevator in Psych, ASAP." His voice was full of smug authority and Jaiden turned to look at him with a fierce hatred.
"My parents are going to kill me," Emily murmured quietly.
"Please let me go." Jaiden's voice was rising in both pitch and volume as she pulled more desperately at her current captor. She really couldn't handle this right now. Beca wasn't here, she was being physically and legally overpowered, and she felt like she had lost all control. And if there was one thing she needed, it was control.
"Just calm down," The nurse tightened his grip just a little more as the door opened, but this time Jaiden was fueled by a full on adrenaline rush. The 18 year old broke free and darted out of the elevator, only to be blocked by the group of nurses that was already waiting. Several pairs of hands grabbed onto her at once and she yelled out a scared "no" as she was forced down onto the waiting hospital bed.
"Push one of Valium," The RN ordered. Jaiden's eyes widened at the sight of the incoming needle and she wriggled under the arms holding her down. Emily was watching her in surprised horror; completely in awe of how fast Jaiden had gone from being so collected and comforting to a hysterical mess.
"Don't! Just call my sister,stop!" Jaiden begged as her wrists and ankles were suddenly bound by Velcro straps. She was powerless to defend herself against the injection, and she grimaced as the stinging liquid entered her bloodstream. Within seconds, Jaiden's efforts to free herself ceased and she fell still, staring up at the ceiling tiles through blurry vision. The voices around her ran together and with her last amount of effort, she attempted to keep her eyes open. The bed began to move and Jaiden groaned weakly.
"I…I need Beca."
"Chloe," The redhead leapt as Beca literally burst into their room. "Chloe, we need to get to the hospital!"
"What? Why? Did something happen?"
"One of the nurses just called me and said she had to be detained." Beca replied curtly. The brunette was rummaging through their drawers, searching for a shirt to throw on over her tank top. As Chloe got out of bed, she couldn't help but notice the way Beca's hands were shaking.
"Beca, just calm down for a second-"
"I knew I shouldn't have let her go by herself," Beca interrupted. "I freaking knew it. This is my fault."
"Baby, don't. Here," Chloe took Beca's hands and squeezed them tightly. She locked eyes with Beca, and willed the younger girl to get a grip before she completely lost it. "Your sweatshirt is hanging by the door. Let's just get going and deal with the situation at the hospital. She's safe there and she probably needs you right now."
Beca stared at her girlfriend, gradually slowing her breathing rate down to a normal state. Chloe's gaze always managed to center her; something that she was eternally grateful for. The taller girl's hands were warm and held her's tightly. With a tiny nod, Beca released one of them and pulled Chloe out of the bedroom quickly. She snagged her keys and hoodie off of the hooks by the door on their way out and limped slightly on their way down to the parking lot. Chloe didn't ask any more questions in a subtle attempt to keep Beca from overwhelming herself. She turned on the radio as soon as they were in the car, filling the silence with the sound of Beca's own mixes.
"What the hell do you think you're doing with my patients?" Dr. Wilson shoved her way into the group therapy room, where Dave was scribbling in his notebook. "You are a therapist, not a doctor. You don't get to make decisions about the wellbeing and treatment of patients, especially in cases with minors."
"I did what I saw fit-"
"Bull crap. I've already talked to Emily Junk, and the only thing you did was overwhelm a 17 year old girl and then punish her and her friend when they extracted themselves from a stressful situation!" Dr. Wilson cut him off fiercely. Despite her age, the older man found himself suddenly intimidated by the resident. "If you ever so much as enter the same room as either one of them again, I'll get your barred from this entire building," She threatened. There wasn't a single trace of insincerity in her words and the man made his first intelligent decision all day by biting his tongue. Apparently satisfied, Dr. Wilson whirled around and stormed out of the room, preparing herself to deal with Emily's parents.
"Dr. Wilson!" Mrs. Junk shouted from the opening elevator doors. The young doctor braced herself and forced her best comforting smile at the woman. She had learned that the older woman was…high strung to say the least.
"Mrs. Junk, you got here fast."
"I always stay near the hospital-"
"Just in case," Dr. Wilson nodded. "I know."
"Where's Emily? Is she alright? She didn't relapse again, did she?"
"No, no, nothing like that. The first thing you need to know is that what happened today was not your daughter's fault, and the staff member responsible has already been reprimanded." Dr. Wilson's eyes narrowed past Mrs. Junk's shoulder, where she could see Dave sulking. "She's not in any sort of trouble. In fact, she did what I taught her when she left an overwhelming situation. I'll have one of the nurses discharge her immediately and then you can be on your way. And I can assure you that I'll be leading her group sessions from now on."
"Thank you, Dr. Wilson." The relief on the woman's face was obvious as she shook Dr. Wilson's hand and then hurried over towards the nurse's station. Grateful that she had managed to diffuse the potential parental issue, she turned her attention towards the closet door beside her. She could see Jaiden's still form in bed through the window, and she immediately felt a pang of sympathy for the girl. Through her short time with Jaiden, she could tell that the teenager wasn't a trouble maker; not by a long shot. Adolescents who went through similar traumas often turned out far worse than she had. Knowing that her Valium would have lifted slightly, Dr. Wilson let herself in and watched as Jaiden roused from her sedated state.
"Where's my sister?" She slurred. Her doctor smiled gently and stood at the foot of her bed.
"On her way. Jaiden, I want you to know that you weren't in the wrong here-"
"Please undo these straps," The teenager interrupted. Even through her stupor, Dr. Wilson could see the anxiety in her disposition at being so restrained.
"Of course. I'm sorry they did that. I know things like this can be a trigger for you." She noted, moving forward to undo the Velcro straps. Jaiden pulled her hands away immediately and sat up as much as she could as the physician freed her legs. "I'm going to explain everything to Beca when she gets here and then we'll get you on your way."
"How's that other girl? She didn't get in trouble, did she?" Jaiden's voice was laced with a tinge of worry and the doctor blinked in surprise.
"Oh, Emily? She's fine. A little shaken up, but as you've probably noticed, that's pretty common. Her mom got here a little bit ago-"
"Jaiden!" The young woman jumped in surprise as a small brunette burst into the room, followed closely behind by a taller redhead. "What the hell is going on?" Beca demanded.
"Ms. Mitchell, you're here earlier than I thought you'd be."
"That's because she nearly killed us getting here," The redhead spoke up.
"I see," Dr. Wilson nodded politely. "First of all, I think it's important to state that Jaiden was not at fault today at all. A therapist of ours that has recently been demoted was pushing another patient too hard and Jaiden simply stood up for her and followed her when she ran out of the room. And between you and I, I'm going to our Chief of Staff the second Jaiden is discharged in order to have that man fired."
Beca looked over at her sister, a little shocked at the story. It certainly wasn't what she had imagined upon hearing the news over the phone.
"She was sedated when she objected to being admitted, but that should wear off after a bit of sleep. You two are welcome to take her home." Dr. Wilson prompted.
"Thank you so much." Chloe spoke up. She moved past her girlfriend and nudged a very dazed Jaiden's shoulder. The 18 year old slowly got to her feet and looked towards her older sister for guidance. Finally breaking out of her thoughts, Beca motioned her forward and nodded at the psychiatrist before leading her out into the hallway.
"I'm sorry, Beca." Jaiden practically whispered as they walked towards the elevator. Her pace was sluggish and Chloe put a hand on her back worriedly.
"Don't, Jay. You're fine." The smaller brunette assured her. The group of three girls made it to the elevator just as Emily and her mother did. Mrs. Junk stared at her assumingly, and Emily just looked plain scared.
"Jaiden? Are you okay?" The slightly younger teenager asked tentatively. It took Jaiden a few seconds to respond, considering how foggy her mind still was from the Valium, and she blinked at Emily slowly.
"Fine. I'm fine." She mumbled.
"Thank you." Emily whispered. Chloe nudged Jaiden, wanting her to at least address the other girl, and then backed off as she shot her a dirty look.
"You're welcome." Jaiden finally replied. With that, the group entered the opening doors in front of them for what would prove to be a very awkward elevator ride.
So there's some drama! I got some request for more Bechloe, which I'd totally be down for. Just let me know what you'd like to see, and I'll be sure to incorporate it. I write for you guys!