Greensdale Psych Ward (Sktiz and G00st)

[G00st543]

Chandler sat within his small, padded room. A familiar feeling, condering the ammount of time that's been spent there. Looking around, admiring the small buttons between each section yellow rubber. The only signifiant ammount of light that he can see is the light coming though a small window thought the door.

All in all, a rather ordinary day. He remained still, to his thoughts, his fears, and his ever haunting recollections of the past. Waiting for a nurse, or usually in his case, a team of nurses, to come in. To bring him food, to provide the very small ammount of conversation he usually gets. That was his situation, and he understood this sitaution, he understood extremely well, and he hated it, he hated it with every fibre of his being. Alas, he had no controll over any of it, he can't remember when he ever did.

Today, however, was odd. He was usually able to memorise the time it took for him to wake up, for the first team of nurses to come in. Today, they where oddly early. He could hear the clack of the steel latches as they began unlcoking the door, and pushed it open. A bright, almost blinding light entered the room, cuasing Chandler to squint. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw three nurses. One male, two females.

The male stood frontmost of the other three, One female seemed to be in controll of a wheelchair, and was considerably frightened. She was tall, young-looking and blonde, He hadn't seen her before, she must have been new. The other was rather short and somewhat chuby, with bright orange, curly hair. She was holding onto a syringe filled with clear liquid, looking equally frightened.

The frontmost nurse, a strong, handome looking gentleman, looked at him as if he was ready to defend against a brutish attacker. He finally piped up with “Mr. Romano?” His voice quivered slightly, knowlegeable of the game of roulette he was playing.

“Hello,” Chdandler replied, smiling. The three nurses he could see had releaved expressions, as if a bomb had just been disarmed. The frontmost nurse spoke, now with a lot more confiedence, “There's someone here to see you, we have brought in a new doctor!” He spoke to him, attempted to get Chandler excited about the ordeal.

Chandlers eyes widened in terror, he was the furthest thing from excited. He backed away, “I... Don't think that's nessisary. I'm.. honestly better off staying inside.” He was not going to comply with this, he was fearful of what might happen.

None the less, frontmost and syringe-equipped nurses approached him, both looking at him with extremely determined faces. Sach step forward they made, he made a step backward, until he was backed into a corner, he was about to shuffle to the side, but was too slow in his movements, for he was jabbed with a syringe. He immediately passed out.

Both nurses carried him to the wheelchair, while the blonde nurse strapped every useful limb on his body to the chair with steel straps, bolding them down, and giving him a steel mask. The chair was extremely restrictive, with the only things he was really allowed to do was see and breathe.

The nurses wheeled him into a bare, white room, an empty chair directly in front of the sleeping Chandler. The nurses awaited the Doctor, keeping an eye on Chandler until his arrival.

[Skitzo-phrenick]

"Doctor?" came the worried sound of a female nurse as she knocked on the newly painted white door of Laurie's new form of housing, "Doctor Jezzel, your patient is prepared for you."

"Please come in," Laurie spoke in reply as she opened the door to her room, "There is no need for you to wait outside. I'm still not fully comfortable living here yet, so it's pretty odd treating this room as a home." The nurse just listened with a small nod of understanding as she silently entered what once was a patients room, but was now used as the lady doctor's live in area.

"Chandler Romano is a very serious case though, Doctor Jezzel. You'r-"

"Laurie, please. I hate formalities."

"Very well then, Laurie," the nurse responded before continuing, "He's a very serious and unpredictable patient and in need of 24/7 care and watch. It's only right that you live in." The brunette doctor listened intently as she moved about her room gathering the paperwork and the file she had been reading through the night before, trying to catch up on her new patient. Chandler Romano was indeed a very serious case. His mind had been so broken at such a young age that behind what was seemingly described as a 'gentle and well rounded mind' was a volatile being that no living man could bring themselves to harness, even the very man himself.

His very life had been spent mostly on the clock of the Psych Ward, in the care of the constantly changing staff but behind the same walls. From what Laurie could tell his very existence seemed like nothing but bleek turmoil from day one. It took everything in her body to rid herself of the pity that weighed down her heart when it came to that compassion within her that reached out for him. She knew she should be compassionate and care for the man, but a part of her couldn't stop thinking of the past.

Chandler reminded her so much of that patient that ruined her so long ago, that one that brought an end to her career putting her the position she was in now. Sure she was more then willing to lend a helping hand to anyone who admitted that they needed it, but this this was like a repeat of what had already happened, and there was such a high chance of the same thing happening again that she couldn't bring herself to think of Chandler in a high regard what so ever. It was true he had had a tortured life, but so had most of the other patients she had once had before they left her, and it was two faced people like him that only made things worse for her and hard on those who once trusted her.

"I know for a fact that you didn't have Dr. Normandy living in before his... accident," responded Laurie, letting her voice fade as she named the doctor she could only consider as her senior when it came to Mr. Romano's case, "Apparently he was free to leave."

"Yes, that is true but circumstances have changed since then... I'm sure you understand." A sigh was the only response Laurie could make at the statement, fully in agreement with the nurse's logic and succumbing to her own defeat. Things had changed indeed. Unlike Dr. Normandy, Laurie was not a well respected doctor like she used to be. She didn't have loads of patients in other places that she needed to deal with. In fact, the truth was that she was fortunate for these circumstances. Before this chance of a free housing and well paid salary fell into her lap she was facing eviction notices and a drowning pool of endless bills, and it was for that very reason she got this job. She had no other choice but to take it, and the Greensdale Psych Ward was more then aware of that.

"I understand," Laurie replied in a defeated manner as she stacked Chandler Romano's ridiculously large and still unfinished file and tucked it away in a drawer of her desk within the room before grabbing up her prepared clipboard and heading out the door, letting the nurse escape before her as she shut the door to her sanctuary. "I'm sorry, Miss..." she looked at the name tag, "Ms. Lee. I know the situation very well. There was no need for me to question you." The nurse just smiled as she turned her head behind her.

"Choi, please, and it's alright. I know we are taking advantage of your talents in this matter. You had quite a reputation before and circumstances made it so you couldn't refuse."

"Yeah," Laurie smiled as she followed the nurse down the halls, "At least you admit to the using of me. For some reason I find that respectable..... Also I can't help but like the fact that I need to be used for once." There was a shared mixing of chuckles between the two before they stopped at a room, a small window along the door and two guards standing at either side, making the situation feel all the more heavier then before. She knew Chandler was dangerous but this was the first time it seemed to hit her.

"Here you are, Laurie," began Choi as she turned on her heels to the newly added doctor, "Mr. Romano has been sedated and strapped on the inside, and your time spent with him will be frequently monitored and recorded for saftey's sake. You understand I'm sure."

"As long as I get a hold of each copy of the recordings like I asked and nothing between the two of us is shared publicly, then yes I understand."

"Alright, you may enter when ever you like," the nurse responded before letting a smile come to her face, "Good luck, Laurie, and welcome again to Greensdale." A thank you was all that Laurie could manage as she split ways with the nurse, giving a prompt and gracious nod to both guards before entering the room to see the three nurses awaiting her along side the very man who was still sleeping soundly.

"Good morning," she said quickly to more of the staff she wasn't familiarized with yet, "Thank you for holding him for me. How long has he been sleeping?"

"Not long, doctor," spoke the blond, "He should be waking up soon."

"Alright," Laurie responded as she took her seat in front of the wheelchair that held her new patient captive and began to write on her pad, "I'll just wait until then. In the mean time could I ask one of you to get both of us something to drink?"

"Yes, doctor." It was at this that the three left, a word of thanks once more leaving Laurie's lips before she was consumed by the silence of waiting finally, waiting for the man who granted her freedom from financial devastation to wake and introduce himself.

[G00st543]

As Chandler was being brought to conciousness, he could hear some muffled, slurred and unfamilliar voices. The muffling and the slurring was, of course, brought on by the sedative. Within a few secionds of his lapse into conciousness, he awoke. His eyes opened, and a sharp pain met him quickly as his eyes adjusted to the light of the room. As he looked ahead, he noticed that the situation was not that of his cell, and that frightened him instantly, however, as his body tried to move, he noticed he coudln't. He tried every single movement, his legs, arms, hands, and neck. All of them seemed bo the restrained, this put him at a state of ease.

As he was able to regain focus, he noticed an unfamilliar face, and began remembering what he was in for. Of course, The new thereapist. He thought, the restraint making him comfortable with his situation, and he decided to speak.

“H-heeeeeloooo.” He said, his voice was slightly slurred, as he was still under the afereffects of the sedative. “Aaare you the new D—Doctor?” He felt like a fool as he was talking, so he stopped to have a decent look at her.

She seemed very young, much younger than poor Normandy. She coudln't be much older than her late 20s. Her face seemed to be that of a skeptic, which, to him, seemed inquisitive. She seemed to be in normal Doctor attire, the white labcoat complimented her brown hair. She seemed to be a rather attractive woman to him. However, he knew this was really no situation to be admiring attractive women.

He tried to look down at the chair he was in, however, his ability to look anywhere but straight ahead was impared by the thick, steel mask.

[Skitzo-phrenick]

The sudden sound of a man's voice, broke Laurie from her drifting train of thought as she looked from the fenced window that provided some bit of light to the rather glim room that she was forced to sit in. Nearly jumping in her chair, she quickly turned her attention to the restrained man before her, letting a rather genuine smile form on her lips as she found herself staring into a masked pair of bright blue eyes.

"Good morning, Mr. Romano," she replied after listening the the slurred words that left his masked mouth, a bit muffled by steel that blocked his face from her view. She knew immediately that the mask was something she was going to have to get removed from his face. Though she could understand the reasons for it, she couldn't help but think it to be rather excessive. Also there was a lot she lost when it came to body language and understanding of expression thanks to the thick steel. Not to mention it left her feeling rather awkward.

"Yes, my name is Dr. Laurie Jezzel and I will be replacing Dr. Normandy for reasons I'm sure you understand. Pleased to meet you." It was as she said this that one of the nurses returned, cups in hand. "Ah... Thank you nurse..." She looked at the name tag, "...Adams." The nurse just nodded and placed the cups at at table at her side, orange color of the juice shining up at the doctor, letting her know instantly what she would be drinking.

"Nurse Adams, was kind enough to get us some juice," Laurie explained as she turned to Chandler once more, "I don't like to drink in front of someone without them being able to drink as well, so if you want to just let me now and I'll serve it to you. Oh!" She turned to the nurse once more. "Is there a way I could have that horrible mask removed from him."

"Excuse me?"

"I know it's asking a bit much, but I need to see my patients face when talking to him. I'm sure you understand. I'll help if you need me too."

"I don't know, doctor," the nurse replied, "His mask is there for a reason."

"And I have a very good reason for it needing to be removed. Either it goes or I learn nothing from speaking to him, so please... It will just be the mask, nothing more."

"Very well," was all the nurse said as she quickly moved to Chandler's side and began to work at the straps holding the mask to his face.

[G00st543]

Chandler smiled at Laurie's greeting, but the smile quickly faded as she mentioned Dr. Normandy. “Yes... I understand all too well.” He spoke with a great amount of guilt and sadness, a sadness that he had to get over quickly, he knew that he couldn't change what happened, but the tragedy of it all still left him with a pain in his chest.

The pain had demurred him from the fact that the nurse had brought them juice, however, he quickly snapped back to the situation at hand, giving Nurse Adams the sincerest thanks he could muster, “Thank you, however, I must admit I'm not that thirsty.”

This wasn't exactly true, but he really didn't like the shame or incontinence of being fed. He was usually allowed to feed himself in his cell, so he would wait until he was allowed to do that instead.

His eyes widened when Dr. Jezzel asked to remove the mask. Removing any restraint from his person made him extremely uncomfortable. He quietly moaned in protest, but it seemed to have been ignored by both the nurse and Dr. Jezzel as the she unstrapped the steel mask from his person, the frightened expression on his face was rather evident. However, he decided to still take advantage of the situation and have a look around him.

He could see the steel braces on his arms, though he could not clearly see his legs. He also noticed the the room was extremely bare except for one window and one camera watching everything, the floor and the walls where all white, which reflected the light coming in well around the room. The nurse had turned him back, facing Dr. Jezzel. He smiled at her, though his smile was obviously hiding discomfort, and attempted to wave a greeting before, once again, realizing his arm was restrained.

“Gee... It uh... sure is easier to breath, heh heh...” He laughed awkwardly, Trying to calm himself down.

[Skitzo-phrenick]

"I'm sure it is," Laurie responded with a smile, the feeling of awkwardness shared with the man before her. She slowly turned to the nurse holding the steel mask in her hands and said a word of thanks once more before turning her attention down to the man in front of her once more and taking the chance to get a good look at him.

The sound of the nurse's fleeting footsteps were all that filled the room as Laurie encouraged the awkwardness with her stare, brown eyes gazing into that of blue getting a good look at the blond, mussy-headed man and his cool, pale skin which spoke the truth in the fact that it hadn't seen the light of day fully in years. He looked far younger then his file said he was, though his eyes looked more then aged. As bright as the color was she could easily see the dimmed loss of hope and cheer disposition within them. No doubt they would make any cheerful expression he made come off as bittersweet.

It would be fair to say that his appearance was full of contradictions. Though he was such a danger and wrapped up to signify himself as one, his frame was rather small and his face almost innocent and young looking. His age however was more in his expressions, though nearly reserved were never fully filled with joy or the brightness. It seemed that through him one could see the brightest of lights and the darkest of truths all in one and that altogether came off rather shocking. Still despite his subtly alarming appearance, she couldn't bring herself to despise it in a sense. If it weren't for his smallness as a man she was sure she would find him attractive in some sense... of course she had to consider the wheelchair for most of that. She was sure if he was standing he would tower over her.

Realizing her staring had gone far beyond acceptable, the doctor shook her head slightly and let a smile return to her face as she spoke once more. "Well, the best thing to do for now would be to make ourselves more comfortable with one another," she began as she crossed her legs and slouched slightly in her chair, making herself a bit more comfortable, "Why don't you share something about yourself that you feel I should know and we'll start from there. I'll begin." With that she paused and scratched at the jawline near her ear.

"Let's see..." she mused aloud before capturing herself in a blue gaze once more, "I gave you my name, you can call me Dr. Laurie or whatever makes you feel comfortable. I'm 2 years your senior, so I'm 26. I have two older brothers who are very protective and obnoxious with me and one younger sister who's a bit of a baby. I like to eat cherry pie and have a terrible sweet tooth, and my favorite food is italian... Oh... and I love musicals and one of my favorite movies is 1776. Now I guess it's time for you to introduce yourself."

[G00st543]

Chandler was saddened by the question, as mundane as it was. Tell me about you. Such unintentionally stinging words. As she went on about her interests, he was considering his own. He certainly had a lot of things he missed doing, things he may never be able to do again, but could he honestly say he would be completely interested in them if he could still do them?

“Well uh...” He murmured, “I like to read. The nurses give me a book to read every week, and the books are usually good, if I can finish it without waking up and tearing it apart I'm rather happy, my favorite books are the Shakespeare plays. I guess you could say I like Irish food, Mrs. McNeal's roast beef and potatoes are really good. I like comedy movies, the last one I saw was role models. I'm sure you know all about my family, so I won't go there...” There was a brief pause after that, as he tried to recall more things. “When Dr. Normandy was here, I used to play chess with him. That was fun... um.. I can't think of anything else really,” he trailed off at this point, running out of things to say.

“The activities available to me are rather limited, especially in the past months, as you more than likely know.” He said those words with a guilty and depressed tone, now finding it hard to look the therapist in the eye, instead, his eyes trailed downward, admiring the shine in the steel shackles that where on his wrists.

[Skitzo-phrenick]

The pain that went through Chandler's eyes as he listened to Laurie speak of herself caused a slight bit of confusion and intrigue to feel the female before him. She knew he had a hard life, knew that every thing he did was rather limited, more so after what had happened with Dr. Normandy, but still that didn't leave any extreme cause for pain. Aside from what happened to Normandy, everything was stuff that he should have grown accustomed to.... Well, unless he missed the little amount of freedom he used to have before he life had been shot to hell and shattered.

Either way, she knew it all came down to her doing more reading and learning when it came to Chandler and his way of thinking and accepting certain things, and he would have to learn to get more comfortable with her as well, though she doubted things like that would be the way she liked completely very soon. Things like this would take maybe months or years of time.

As Chandler answered, the situation of what exactly she would be dealing with became very obvious. It seemed like even he didn't know what he liked to do and was unsure with himself completely, and he avoided the matter of his family entirely. Sure they were dead, but she was sure that the time before they died had brought him some sort of happiness. Considering how long it had been since then and his lack of discussing the matter, it was clear that he had reverted quite a bit after the incident with Normandy.

Laurie could recall Normandy's way of describing Chandler as "a bright young man who overtime had become more open then even [he] could imagine." For Dr. Normandy it even seemed that Chandler was more prone to being more comfortable enjoying himself to the fullest. It was clear that Dr. Normandy was a special and well rounded individual and had a very optimistic view when it came to each one of his patients, and in some sense she could assume that he and Chandler had made a very strong bond before what happened.

"If you like I could play a game of chess with you," she spoke up in response to Chandler, "Though I'm not quite as talented as I'm sure Dr. Normandy was."

[G00st543]

Jezzel's statement caused Chandler to chuckle slightly. "To be honest, I wasn't really as good as Normandy either." An uncomfortable grin came to his face as he recalled his diminutive victory record.

"So how do you think we'd go about doing that?" He asked, still slightly unable to look Laurie directly in the eye. "It would have to involve something like a numbered board, wouldn't it? Kind of like battleship..." His mind trailed as he pictured that. He couldn't see the experience being anything like it was when he was able to place the pieces on the board with this hands, but it would have to be the way things where. He couldn't see himself becoming free anytime too soon. However, he preferred being bound. The possibilities of his own freedom frightened him far too much.

A small pause came to him, "Now would be about as good of time as any." He thought to himself, a question that had been pressing him since he found out she took the case: Why are you here?. It wasn't that he was ungrateful, but surely the hospital told her what she was getting into when she decided to take him on.

"If I may ask a seemingly rude question..." he spoke meekly, almost fearful that his question would offend her, "I don't want to seem ungrateful but... why are you here?" Immediately after asking this, he became even more shy. His eyes, once again, admiring the shine that appeared on his wrist braces.