I ran my hand through my tired hair. I fell asleep on the attic floor last night, after my outburst. I was tired, and ached everywhere. What a night it had been.
I took my weight of the gurney I had been leaning on. I was at the hospital today, to help calm this schizophrenic man. I arrived here at seven this morning, and had to leave before noon. I couldn’t miss Lucy’s appointment at Social Services.
It was eight-thirty now, and I was getting ready to meet my patient. He was in the emergency room, with the doctor. He’d had a nervous breakdown, and broken his arm.
I usually didn’t work in hospitals, but the psychiatrist here was on vacation. They called me as a back up.
The doctor poked his out the door, and motioned for me to come in. As I walked in, I saw the man was young. He could not have been over twenty-five. He sat on the white hospital bed. His head was in his hands, and he was shaking. He was blonde hair.
The doctor sat in a side chair, I stood. It made me somewhat uncomfortable to have the doctor in here while I was speaking to the patient.
“Hello,” I detto to the man. He looked up, sweating. His eyes darted to the door, then back to me.
“Hello,” he detto shakily.
“What’s your name?” I asked him. The doctor had left out many details.
“Jared,” he replied.
“Nice to meet you, Jared. I’m Dr. Demidov,” I said. His head jerked to the side, and he rocked slightly.
“The-the voices…They say te are a bad, bad man,” Jared detto shaking his head.
“Do te believe them?” I asked.
“They’re right, aren’t they?” Jared said, looking torn.
“I don’t know. Why don’t te tell me?” To make the proper treatment, I needed his insight in the hallucinations.
“I-I can’t! They will kill me if I don’t listen to them!” Jared had tears going down his face.
“Where are they? Maybe I could hide you,” I kept working with him.
“Right there,” he pointed toward the door.
“Describe them for me,” I said. Was this man having visual hallucinations, too?
“Tall, cloaked, with knives, and no face, nor soul,” Jared detto starring at the door.
“They don’t sound so bad. Maybe te could tell me if they’re right if te do it in secret code,” I offered.
“Um, okay…” Jared thought for a moment. The he moved his hands. He was using sign language. Jared signed that he did not believe them, but he didn’t want to get hurt.
“I’ll be right back,” I walked out of the room. The doctor trailed behind. I went over to a large, gray desk. The nurses and doctors all buzzed around. I looked at a lista of numbers taped on the edge of the desk. I reached the psychiatrist’s number.
I typed the number into my cell phone, and hit the ‘call’ key. It rung a few moments, then the voice mail picked up.
“Hello, this is Dr. Laveney. Please leave your name, and number, I’ll get back in touch with you,” Dr. Laveney was the psychiatrist here? Alexander never told me he would be working at the hospital. I felt farfalle in my stomach as I left the message.
“This is Dr. Demidov, and there is a patient at Skyline Hospital having a schizophrenic outbreak. If te would call him in some medication, it would be great. Thank you. Good-bye,” I hit the ‘end’ button.
I was walking back to Jared’s room when I heard a cry. I ran into the room, and found Jared hanging from a black belt. The cintura had been tied around the curtain rod. How had he gotten up there so fast?
“I need help in here!” I yelled from the room. I ran over to Jared trying to remove the cintura from his neck. It was so tight.
Two nurses and a doctor rushed in. They all crowded around him, trying to get the cintura from around his neck.
Finally, the doctor yanked on Jared’s feet, and the cintura snapped. He fell to the floor, a nurse checked his pulse. The black-haired woman looked up, and shook her head.
“Time of death, eleven-seventeen a.m.,” detto the doctor. “Your work here is done, Dr. Demidov.”
I nodded, and walked out of the hospital.
I took my weight of the gurney I had been leaning on. I was at the hospital today, to help calm this schizophrenic man. I arrived here at seven this morning, and had to leave before noon. I couldn’t miss Lucy’s appointment at Social Services.
It was eight-thirty now, and I was getting ready to meet my patient. He was in the emergency room, with the doctor. He’d had a nervous breakdown, and broken his arm.
I usually didn’t work in hospitals, but the psychiatrist here was on vacation. They called me as a back up.
The doctor poked his out the door, and motioned for me to come in. As I walked in, I saw the man was young. He could not have been over twenty-five. He sat on the white hospital bed. His head was in his hands, and he was shaking. He was blonde hair.
The doctor sat in a side chair, I stood. It made me somewhat uncomfortable to have the doctor in here while I was speaking to the patient.
“Hello,” I detto to the man. He looked up, sweating. His eyes darted to the door, then back to me.
“Hello,” he detto shakily.
“What’s your name?” I asked him. The doctor had left out many details.
“Jared,” he replied.
“Nice to meet you, Jared. I’m Dr. Demidov,” I said. His head jerked to the side, and he rocked slightly.
“The-the voices…They say te are a bad, bad man,” Jared detto shaking his head.
“Do te believe them?” I asked.
“They’re right, aren’t they?” Jared said, looking torn.
“I don’t know. Why don’t te tell me?” To make the proper treatment, I needed his insight in the hallucinations.
“I-I can’t! They will kill me if I don’t listen to them!” Jared had tears going down his face.
“Where are they? Maybe I could hide you,” I kept working with him.
“Right there,” he pointed toward the door.
“Describe them for me,” I said. Was this man having visual hallucinations, too?
“Tall, cloaked, with knives, and no face, nor soul,” Jared detto starring at the door.
“They don’t sound so bad. Maybe te could tell me if they’re right if te do it in secret code,” I offered.
“Um, okay…” Jared thought for a moment. The he moved his hands. He was using sign language. Jared signed that he did not believe them, but he didn’t want to get hurt.
“I’ll be right back,” I walked out of the room. The doctor trailed behind. I went over to a large, gray desk. The nurses and doctors all buzzed around. I looked at a lista of numbers taped on the edge of the desk. I reached the psychiatrist’s number.
I typed the number into my cell phone, and hit the ‘call’ key. It rung a few moments, then the voice mail picked up.
“Hello, this is Dr. Laveney. Please leave your name, and number, I’ll get back in touch with you,” Dr. Laveney was the psychiatrist here? Alexander never told me he would be working at the hospital. I felt farfalle in my stomach as I left the message.
“This is Dr. Demidov, and there is a patient at Skyline Hospital having a schizophrenic outbreak. If te would call him in some medication, it would be great. Thank you. Good-bye,” I hit the ‘end’ button.
I was walking back to Jared’s room when I heard a cry. I ran into the room, and found Jared hanging from a black belt. The cintura had been tied around the curtain rod. How had he gotten up there so fast?
“I need help in here!” I yelled from the room. I ran over to Jared trying to remove the cintura from his neck. It was so tight.
Two nurses and a doctor rushed in. They all crowded around him, trying to get the cintura from around his neck.
Finally, the doctor yanked on Jared’s feet, and the cintura snapped. He fell to the floor, a nurse checked his pulse. The black-haired woman looked up, and shook her head.
“Time of death, eleven-seventeen a.m.,” detto the doctor. “Your work here is done, Dr. Demidov.”
I nodded, and walked out of the hospital.
Sleep was improbable
Emerging from my bed
Like a delicate butterfly
Raindrops pouring on my smooth, darkened window.
Pondering miraculous thoughts
About being a teen in America
Freedom to express myself as an individual
I want to relinquish my profound story
Being a teenager with freedom is
Hopeful
Rewarding
Honorable
Desirable
The past is behind me, the future is just beyond my grasp
Learning to be flawless through life's experiences
Having the pleasure to persue my ambitious talent
Being a teen in America simply is my stepping
stone to future greatness.
Give away to the morning
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the giorno go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the giorno go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...