Chapter 2
Slowly blinking Alfred came to, taking in his surroundings. A blank beige room with a camera in the corner on the ceiling and a small square window on the heavy door. Other than that the only thing in the room was the bed a few inches from the floor with a towel for a blanket and one flat plasticy pillow. Oh shit I've been transferred already now I'm never going to get out! Alfred cursed to himself. He rolled out of bed, eyes still heavy and walked over to the window embeded in the door, looking out. Outside wasn't too interesting either. Just a beige hallway with white-ish blue tinted floors and the typical hospital ceiling lights. Alfred went to push the heavy door open only to realize it's locked. Well shit it's so boring in here and I need to talk to them so they no I'm not crazy and then I can finally get myself out of this mess and go back to my dorm and go back to class, and maybe I'll go for a run or go for a hike or something Alfred thought to himself. He needed to get out of this damn prison and right now! Banging on the heavy door with all his might as if he could force it open he began yelling "Help! Let me out of here I didn't do anything wrong! I need to talk to a doctor!". Suddenly the lights were turned off and a voice emitting from a speaker that Alfred couldn't find simply stated "Once you calm down you can leave the quiet room but until then you are a threat to the order of this unit". Taken aback, Alfred stopped pounding on the door and took a deep breath, "I'm like totally calm can you let me out now" he said as calmly as he could, trying to convince whoever locked him in this awful room to let him out.
After a few minutes of Alfred standing there fidgeting anxiously and tapping his foot a staff what appeared to be a staff member appeared at the door. A man dressed in green scrubs with a badge unlocked the door carefully examining Alfred. "Alfred do you know where you are?" he calmly asked. "Uh no, but they said they were sending me to the psych ward. Actually I need to talk to a doctor right away because I'm like not crazy at all." Alfred almost yelled. The nurse was unphased by his reaction and simply stating "You were transferred to the neuropsychiatric institute last night and we still need to complete your intake examination". Alfred was slightly annoyed that the nurse completely ignored his request to meet with a doctor but followed the nurse out of the quiet room anyways figuring that good behavior would prove his sanity.
Walking down the hall Alfred noticed his lack of shoes, feeling the cold tile on the soles of his feet. The hallway was cold even through his jeans and green t shirt and he had to fight to urge to sprint down the hall to get the hell out of there. They stopped at a cart where the nurse bent over and grabbed a set of blue scrubs "Here, you need to put these on. Change in this room" the nurse said flatly. Before giving Alfred a chance to respond he shoved him into the room. Ew these are hideous Alfred noted as he unfolded the shirt. It's a plain blue short sleeve shirt with snaps along the front and the pants are the same shade as the shirt with an elastic waistband. Alfred quickly put them on, then noticed the beige grip socks and put them on over his original socks since the floor was cold. Walking out with his bundle of clothes he noticed that he still felt weird from whatever drug that was.
The nurse quickly snached away his clothes, handing him a paper folder. Opening it Alfred noticed it was nothing but a list of unit rules:
No physical contact with other patients
Be respectful to staff, patients, and visitors
Groups are mandatory
Follow your treatment plan
Shower daily
A few lines down was the hours of the day room: 6am to 12am. Ok that doesn't seem too bad, just like don't cause a fight and make sure I don't stink. Easy enough. The nurse then went on to read all the rules aloud, putting emphasis on the importance of respect to staff and fellow patients. With that he led Alfred to the day room.
It's nothing but a room with a small TV, a few tables, plastic couches, and a mini fridge in the corner. Shrugging, Alfred walked in noticing two others sitting on the couch and sat down a little ways away since you never know what kind of crazy people are in the freaking mental hospital. One of them was blond, with green eyes and funny looking eyebrows, sitting there looking pissed to hell and back while the other was albino with an obvious chip on his shoulder. "Hah this show fucking sucks! Figures some dumb shit like you would vant to watch something shitty like 'The Great British Baking Show'. Fuck zat if the awesome me could pick we would never be bored in this hell hole. In fact if I was ze main actor in a non shitty movie it would be vay-" the albino went on only to be interrupted by the blond "Gilbert would you sod off already? If you would get your lazy ass out of bed before 11am maybe you could pick the channel but unit rules says first come first serve. Also you are such a loser. Who has to stride around like a narcissistic asshole talking about themself all day?" the blond said with a nasty smirk, not even taking his eyes off the TV. "Why you little shit! As if ze awesome me cares about what some dumbkomph who hallucinates fairies has to say about me. You're just jealous!" the albino stated triumphantly. "Why you little shit!" the blond yelled, getting up and clenching his fist, ready to make a punch.
Suddenly a staff member jumped in the room "Kirkland! Beilschmidt! Knock it off or you'll both be sent to your rooms!" the nurse bellowed. Suddenly both of them just glared at each other and sat back down. Ok enough watching, these idiots have got to meet me! Alfred thought to himself standing up and clearing his throat. "I'm Alfred! Nice to meet ya. What do you say we do literally anything that isn't sitting in this room watching TV? There's so much life to be lived so let's do something!" Alfred was initially met with two blank stares, then the blonde piped up saying "Alright wanker, what do you suggest we do then? Any brilliant ideas of things to do in this dull shit hole?" he replied curtly. Suddenly Alfred drew a blank… what is there to do in this place? Fuck I'm trapped in here when there's so much going on outside I need to leave he cursed to himself. "Uh we could go raid that mini fridge" Alfred exclaimed with a lazy grin. "And what? Get trashed of of juice boxes and cartons of skim milk?" the blonde asked with a smirk. Drawing a blank again Alfred decided to ask the age old question "So what are you guys names? I told you mine.". "Arthur" the blonde said flatly followed by "Why I'm ze awesome Gilbert. You must have been living under a rock to not have heard of me!" the albino exclaimed.
"Lunch time!" a nurse interrupted their conversation, wheeling in a large metal box. "Oh great because I'm starved!" Alfred exclaimed excitedly getting on line to get his tray. "Jones" the nurse called out handing him a gray tray with a spoon, a milk carton, a paper plate with something that looked to be a bad version of lasagna, and a jello cup on it. Ew. he thought to himself as he found a seat across from that Arthur guy. Amazingly Arthur seemed to not mind the food one bit, just digging in with the plastic spoon as if it were actually something good. That's when another patient sat down next to him. A slightly short guy with tan skin and brown hair with one sticking up randomly. "What the fuck is this shit?! What an insult to food and pasta!" he yelled in an Italian accent before throwing the plate of food against the wall in a fit of rage leaving part of it stuck to the wall. "VARGAS!" the nurse yelled, running in to restrain him when this Vargas guy chucked the open jello cup at the nurse splattering his clean green scrubs with orange sticky goop. "You a expect me to eat this shit?! You can have it bastardo!" he yelled. Alfred couldn't help but choke back a laugh. What is this place? He wondered to himself snickering while watching the action unfold. Then Alfred watched this brown haired dude make a break for it down the hall before, so he poked his head out of the day room to watch. Quickly the nursing staff caught up to him and jabbed him with a needle- much like the one Alfred had been jabbed with the previous night. "No you a can't do this to me I'm not going back to the fucking quiet room!" the guy yelled before he quickly fell and was apparently dragged off to this 'quiet room'.
"Just what do you think you're looking at?"
A/N: Back at it again, hopefully I can always update this often! I can never express my hatred of jello in words. It's a poor way to try and trick your brain to think that you're eating something when its actually nothing but a solid water mush of sadness
rant over