Insanity Pays (DarknessDawning x TheVampire)

[DarknessDawning]

Another day at work... Dr. Greer swiped his key fab across the reader for the external doors on the sally port that led into Harmony Medical Center. The 'BEEP' led the click of the lock releasing and he passed through, waving a hand at Micah, the pleasant girl who sat at the front desk and answered phones and buzzed visitors in. He crossed the ten foot span in only a couple of steps before swiping his card again. 'BEEP'. Pushing through the second set of doors, he set off down the hall towards the professional offices. Harmony was broken into multiple 'wings' based on the occupants that resided there.

Destiny Wing included both male and female children all under the age of thirteen.
Stars was girls from thirteen to nineteen.
Success was males from thirteen to nineteen.
Serenity was co-ed adults.
Bridges was temporary holds... people who came in for a first time evaluation to determine if they needed to stay longer or just get some medication changes and be sent home.

Dr. Greer's caseload included the entire facility, all 100 beds. He swiped the key again and opened the door to the office halls. Dawn was already there... the redheaded behavior specialist was seated at her desk rummaging through the incident reports for the night. She looked up and smiled at the Dr. with bright blue eyes. She'd always liked the Dr. He was a tall, tan skinned and dark haired. He had pleasant hazel eyes and he seemed to really care about the clients. It was a rare thing to find at times. Waving lightly, he passed her and slid his briefcase onto his desk, dropping into the large leather chair with a sigh as he jiggled his mouse to wake up the computer.

[TheVampire]

(I can't remember if I was supposed to be male or female, so if male isn't right, tell me and I'll edit my post.)
Every since Samuel had been entered into the hospital, he had refused to speak a word of why to anyone. His tortures from his parents onto him were to terrible to talk, and his body was nothing but scars, especially on his back and torso area. In fact, he barely spoke at all in this place, though he had been here for a full year as of today, and he wasn't sure whether or not to hate this place or call it a haven or if it was both. THough considering his at home situation before he had been entered into this place, for now he called this place his haven, even though he was closed up to anyone and everyone. Many had tried to get him to talk of his horrors, but none so far had succeeded in getting him to say anything about them.

He went through various spells, at times acting completely normal while others he would go into a depressed state or other various things, sometimes even getting violent. Lately though he had been behaving, taking his anti-depressents and other medication they had him on in the morning and at night, having have to give him a strong sedative to help knock off the nightmares he had sometimes.

[DarknessDawning]

The hospital had a fairly regular schedule... Get up, hygiene, medication, clean up, breakfast, group, education, lunch... There was always somewhere to be, something to be done... a guide to keep it's occupants busy. Idle hands are the devil's playground after all. Every long term stay client had a behavior program through Dawn... every client saw the psychiatrist once a week or every other week depending on how they were doing. Dr. Greer looked over his notes for the day and pressed his lips together some... it would be private sessions with clients this morning... Dawn was running group after breakfast... subject matter being social skills. He nodded the information away.

The staff on the unit would go about enforcing the morning routine... waking clients, prompting them through making sure they showered, brushed their teeth, dressed, cleaned their rooms... It was a loud and somewhat chaotic procedure. At time some of the clients would get mouthy or aggressive and the staff would deal with them or push back. They had isolation chambers, restraints, and even injections to sedate clients if and when necessary. By 8:00, the staff were ushering everyone into single file lines at the sally ports that led into each particular wind to head off to their staggered breakfast schedule so that the cafeteria never got too overwhelmed. Dawn would already be in the dining hall when they arrived. It was normal for staff to eat with the clients here.. they said it promoted "normalcy".

[TheVampire]

He was still sleeping, tossing and turning in his bed despite his sedation medication dosage he'd been given the night before. He sometimes talked in his sleep, sometimes even screamed, once having nurses and doctors rushing in to see what was the matter only to realize he had been sleeping. It was almost 6 in the morning, about quarter to. Finally Samuel could no longer sleep and he woke up, breathing heavily from his nightmare, and he rubbed his face with his hands and groaned softly, adjusting his position so his head was on the pillow and his buttocks in the air, his arms hanging lazily at his sides on the bed.

[DarknessDawning]

Mr. Lucas came to Samuel's door, pushing it open so that the bright lights of hallway poured through into the dark square room. "Wake up Wake up... it's that time!" There was several loud knocks on the heavy wooden door before the voice started to fade down the hallway, moving towards the next room. "You know the drill... showers and clean up til the nurse calls you for meds.. Lets go gentlemen!" On the male wing there were up to 15 guys at a time... some shared a room, most were in their own. Those fifteen guys generally had 5 staff... mostly men just to prevent any concern of the patients targeting a female staff member, and one nurse. Of course all of these staff came and went every 8 - 16 hours depending on their shift. In any given week this unit could easy see fifty different staff's faces... and 90% of those were just trying to make it through the day to get their paycheck and go home. The ones that cared were few and far between, but there occasionally. Mr. Lucas was one of those. He was a med student... passing through really on an internship. He wouldn't end up staying more than a couple years at best, but since he'd arrived he'd always been good to the patients.

[TheVampire]

He grimaced at the sudden banging and shout and pulled the pillow over his head, wondering how in the Hell they could stand being up and awake at quarter to six in the morning. Ugh. It made his head hurt, especially with all that banging and shouting. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? He wondered, refusing to move. His shirt had creeped up in his position, revealing his scarred back and torso from the many whippings he had received, among other things. Even his face held a few scars, one of the scars he had nearly died from. He felt a bit crabby from not having adiqute sleep and grumbled from under his pillow before he suddenly began to have a flash back, his entire body visibly tensing up as he once more found himself tied to the whipping post his parents had set up in the basement where they did most of the punishing. He visibly flinched and his body jerked each time he saw himself whipped, his screams soon echoing in his mind and his hands clenched, begging for his parents to stop.

[DarknessDawning]

He would have several minutes to writhe in his flashback before the next staff member passed his door. This time it was Mr. Julian. "Samuel.." He knocked again twice, hard on the door before snapping the lights on abruptly. "Come on man... you gotta get up." Mr. Julanie headed into the room, poking Sam gently in the side in this strange position.

"What are you doing anyways? You wanna break your neck like that? Come on.... get up." He poked him a little harder before giving him a second to respond... to see if he would willingly start his morning routine or if staff were going to have to intervene further to get him dressed, ready, and medicated in time to meet the line for the cafeteria.

[TheVampire]

The man's words weren't even heard. His flashbacks were often to real. The only thing that moved was his hands to clutch the pillow as they trembled, his body still jerking in tune as he was whipped in his mind by his Father and the man's belt, giving him the scars on his back, which currently showed. It was when he was poked he started talking, but not to Mr. Julian, but to his Father still whipping him in his flashback in his mind. "No...Please...I didn't do anything..." He moaned, letting out a pained groan as he saw his hot blood drip down his back during a hot summer Saturday when any other kid would be outside riding a bike and hanging with friends.

[DarknessDawning]

Julanie frowned some and pushed Sam a little harder. "Come on Sam... No one is doing anything to you... Get up man. Lets go!" A second staff poked their head in. "Everything ok?" Tony was a rough handed, short and stout man... They type that seemed to always be in the group when a client came up with a black eye or a broken nose, yet claimed to be the nicest guy. He slammed an open hand on the door, the slap making a loud "crack" echo through the room. "Get up Sam! Don't make use ask you again!" Before he'd even finished saying it, tony was on his way into the room, Julanie standing now with arms crossed over his chest at Sam's bed side still.

[TheVampire]

He moaned and laid on his side. He heard the hand crack against the door in an attempt to get him up, but it didn't work as he curled up on his bed, his head still buried against the pillow as he relived one of his many whippings with his Father's belt, his hands clutching the pillow tightly as they trembled. "I...I hadn't meant to break the vase. I swear..." He muttered, sounding frightened, pulling the pillow over his head, completely ignoring the staff trying to wake him up for the morning to begin the day. "No...more..." He groaned, his body still jerking in tune to the whips he received from his Father, and then his Mother when his Father grew tired of dealing with him.