Natasha stepped out from the elevator with flowers in her arm. She walks to the front desk where a couple of nurses are gossiping and laughing.

She stood with a serious face. "Excuse me!" The nurses ignored her. Her eyes spot another male nurse sitting not far from them, on a chair typing on the computer.

He looked up at her with a smile. "I'm sorry about them. Can I help you?"

"Well yes". She lowered her glasses. "I'm Agent Hudson from the FBI". She showed him the badge. "I was sent by the Malone's about their daughter. Can you tell me which room she was in?"

"Oh yes, she is in room three just down the hall. But she is asleep, so the doctor doesn't want any cops visiting her right now".

Natasha nods understanding. The nurse just followed the order. "Okay. Just give these flowers to her. I keep in touch".

The nurse nodded his head. "Can you walk with me for a while and wait for me at the lobby".

"Sure".

She watches the nurse get inside the elevator, and it's going down. Natasha suddenly screams.

"Oh my god! Help! Someone needs help. Someone needs help!"

Her scream alerts the nurse, they stop gossiping and turn to her. She points.

"Over there. That room over there!"

The nurse rushed toward the hall where Natasha had pointed earlier. The nurse burst inside one of the patient rooms without questioning.

Natasha smirks, nothing happens actually. Reason she did this is that she wanted the nurse to stop gossiping and focus on their job.

She then makes her way toward the exit staircase to the lobby with a satisfied feeling. Serve them right.

It's midnight. Jo suddenly awakened from her unconscious trauma, her blurring eyes studied the room, it was a dark room and knew where she was.

Not at school but at the hospital by the smell. She lowered her eyes at her wrist where she cut the veins using a piece of glasses she took from one of the broken windows.

Remembering her trying to kill herself. Feeling shamed, cause of rejection.

In the dark room, Jo is crying and screaming out loud alerting the nurse who is sleeping at the front desk. She became hysterical.

"NO!"

The nurse hears her down the hall. Rushed inside her ward and turned on the light.

"NO!" Her scream couldn't be controlled. "Just let me die! Just let me die!"

Both Jo and the nurse are struggling. The nurse grip her arm on the side of the bed.

"Calm down! You just woke up and were shocked". Exactly the doctor who treated her burst inside the room. "What should we do now, doctor?"

"I'll give her a shot. That's all we can do for now".

"No!... NO!"

The doctor pulled out the needle and small bottle from his pocket. He then injected the needle under her skin and the fluids slowly entered the body. Jo stopped struggling and went back to sleep again.

The doctor sighs. "She cut herself because of the man she loves". whispering one of the nurses to the doctor.

The doctor looked at the nurse. "Is there anything better you can do besides gossiping about someone's life".

"I'm just telling the truth, doctor".

"How did you know that?" ask the other nurse.

"Duh! I hear her mumble in her sleep sort of name, Mr. James I don't know who he is but I think he had to do with her".

The doctor rolled his eyes, said. "Will you stop gossiping in the middle of the night? Poor this child. He probably had his own reason why he pushed her. She is just sixteen. She is supposed to focus on her study".

As they walk out the ward. "She has a bright future ahead of her". The doctor stops, then faces the nurse.

"You will not speak about this in front of her parents". Said the doctor. "Because I don't want to hear all this shit in my department. Understood?"

The nurse nodded her head. "Now back to work!"

The next day. Mia gently sneaks around behind Gibson, she hides behind one of the trees not far from him.

She watched him cleaning the tools as his back facing her where she stood. Mia breathes heavily as she is about to leave him.

"Don't be afraid of me, Mia". She jolted. Gibson looked over his shoulder, spoke to her. "What she said about me being a pervert wasn't true at all. I treat students like your age as my own kids equally. The principal knows that so you don't have to be afraid of me".

Stepping out from her shadow, she took a seat on the stump he made for her.

He smiled. "And I had nothing to do with her. I am not the one who sent her to hospital, she did that to herself".

"There is a piece of glass inside the girls toilet". said Mia. "She used that to cut her own wrist".

"Maybe it's my fault I didn't clean those glasses before she used that toilet, after that incident I cleaned them up. Because I don't want more incidents to happen and I will lose my job".

Mia nodded her head, studied her on laps. He spoke again. "I had to call you 'my daughter' to protect you, Mia". Even if it was true at all. "So they will not get you next time".

"Thanks for your concern but... she was shocked when I said to her like that".

"Your mom?" Mia nodded her head again. "You told your mom about that".

"She said that I shouldn't take that word seriously. Like you said maybe it just slips out of your mind, also it slips out from your lips".

He nodded a smile, it didn't just slip out of my mind, you are my daughter, Mia.

"I'm glad she said that. So, are we friends again?" She nodded a smile. "Thank you".

The hospital. "We give her a sedative to calm her down. She said she wanted to die, mumbling about something unclear or unsure. And she just awake so I thought because of heavy Anesthetic we give her before the surgery that cause her temporary confusion, it's more common happen after the surgery".

"So what now?" ask Jo's mother. "It can be serious right".

The doctor clicked his tongue, "For now on we have to monitor her movements first. I am afraid she will try to hurt herself again without knowing what she will do next when we are not by her side".

"This is crazy. Someone must ask her to do this".

"This is not my field to investigate what happened to your daughter. What I want from you both is to give her encouragement so that she can recover like before. This incident is very serious if we look at it. If we missed out she died. Take her on vacation or something away from the trouble she had been involved in. Clearing her mind is good for her".

Jo's parents sigh harder than nod their heads. The doctor smiled. "Very well".

"Mr. James, what brought you to my office?" Gibson came a long way to see his wife at where she works. Salem Rockhaven Asylum. "Before we start, how did you know where I work?".

Gibson smiled. "I ask the principal if she can give me your workplace address. I took off early today to meet you". He looked around the room. "This is the nicest office". He drags the chair and sits.

"Thank you. I will not apologize to that bitch for what she is doing with my daughter if you are here to tell me that".

He shook no, "I'm not. She's in hospital".

"Not my problem, is yours and hers. Shit you suddenly remind me of when I was sixteen". Gibson's eyes look up at her. "That girl is obsessed with you".

There was an awkward silence, she spoke back. "Well as you are here why not I show you around the place".

She pushed the chair, Gibson stared at her. "Come on". He followed her behind, stepping out from the office.

"I cannot believe you will become a doctor one day". said Gibson.

She looked at him curiously. "Me neither. I cannot believe myself too, after he's dead everything is changes. I need to survive for my kids. The story it's not just all about me, Mr. James".

Belle and Gibson walk to the hall. "This is the ward where the patient got their own room".

"Impressive. Did you decorate this place?"

She nodded her head, spoke. "For my patient, yes, so they could feel home again with this decoration. It's helping them to build new memories. Like forget the past and be happy with your new life here".

"Did it work?" Gibson hears Belle groan out loud, he turns to her and smiles. "I guess it didn't work for them at all".

"Most, Mr. James, most of them are and most of them are not. What should I do to help them? They are my patient".

Belle walks toward the number 501 ward room. She knocked on the door.

"Miss Tanner, how's your day today?"

Gibson stood beside Belle as his eyes watched as the young lady stood around the corner room facing the wall, mumbling about something he didn't understand.

What he really doesn't understand is who will hurt this innocent young lady and bring her here when her life depends on medication and treatment.

He looked down at Belle when suddenly Miss Tanner moved toward the door slowly and banging the door from the inside.

Belle jolts back away from the door when she feels something wrapped around the waist from behind, she looks down then looks over her shoulder as her back lean on.

It was Gibson, her back leaning on. She blushed. "Urmm, what are you doing, Mr. James?"

"I wasn't... but you. Your patient seems to have an unstable mind. I'm afraid she could break that mirror and get into your eyes. Trust me you need those eyes to see your kids grown up".

She nodded, but... "And with your arm around my waist?"

"You step on my foot, Miss Belle as you back away from that door. I am trying to hold my own pain without screaming when you step on mine. You're standing unstable. I had my reason why I wrapped your waist with my arm, I don't want to see you fall with embarrassment".

She jerked off from him with apologies. She bowed to him. "That's more like it. Who is she?" His finger pointed at Miss Tanner.

"She, Miss Nicole Tanner, she's been here for six months. She got miscarriage after her boyfriend beat her up and she lost the baby that night".

Gibson stares at Belle, "Just like that her story begins with".

"Actually after she found out about her miscarriage she went crazy, and never accepted the fact that her baby was gone".

He nodded, "That's why you gave her a doll". His finger pointing on the bed. "A baby doll".

"That's all we can do for her, to avoid her hurting herself. It's is part of the treatment actually. She will think that doll is her baby".

Snorts, he spoke back. "Doesn't that sound sort of like lying to her?"

"That's the best we can do for now, Mr. James, I don't know what will happen next. I can't read her future".

Gibson humming, they continue walk to the hall. She spoke back. "Actually why are you here, Mr. James?" She remembered.

He stops, turns to her. "Oh, my thoughts couldn't never get over it. I hate bullies like seriously I hate that happen, Mia she happens to be stronger than I thought. I'm scared when those girls attack her. I couldn't help myself".

"I raise her well. She's stronger than her brother, Arman and Mia did mention to me something about you being called her 'my daughter' is that true, Mr. James".

Nodding his head, said. "I thought you would never ask".

"I told Mia 'don't take that word seriously' of course you will say that because you want to protect her as I ask you too. She could manage herself by the way. I send my kids to learn fighting skills to prevent something like this".

"You send your kids, What?" He blinked.

Belle sighs, "I'm not desperate, Mr. James I know you will think my relationship with Mr. Harley is too rushed. Don't you not know I was his girlfriend when we were sixteen, even now".

Gibson eyes on hers, she smiles. "It's time I think to take my right".

"You're right because he's rich?" Her eyes looking up at him, he spoke back. "If you said that well congrats but I need to tell you this. Remember that you are still someone's wife and not through divorcing".

Belle chuckled, "You saying like he was still alive out there or standing right in front of me. For your information, Mr. James I have my right on Mr. Harley because I love him dearly not because of his money".

"You said to me earlier that you weren't desperate for having him. Why sudden change in minutes?"

She groaned, "You don't understand, Mr. James, you really don't understand, not even my husband knows what I want for the best".

"Your life is complicated then". He smiled. "I know a woman, Miss Belle. I know my wife too. You are like my wife when her thoughts are messed up, she can't think straight and doesn't know what she wants in her life. Completely unreadable. That same miserable face I missed so much".

He pointed at Belle's face, and she spoke. "You call me 'Miss Belle' why?"

"Wasn't that your name?"

"I am but you used to call me 'Miss Decker' since then, my first name and I don't remember I ever told you my first name".

Gibson cleared his throat, said. "You did tell me your first name. In our first met".

"Urgh, really? I thought it came from my daughter, obviously she likes to never shut her lips. I suspect she told everything about me to you".

"Maybe". Belle stared at his smile, a smile she always miss to see again. "Do I remind you of someone?"

She nodded yes, he spoke again. "Of course your husband. Well, I will see your kids at school. Thank you for your kindness showing me this amazing place and you as my touring guide. I appreciate every moment I have with you, Miss Belle".

He bowed, then walked, "I know my way out from here!" He said disappearing around the corner, Belle snorted and smiled.

"Oh, Mr. Stephen, do not lick the stairs!"