Asylum (Stew and soldmysoul)

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Jake sits in his room like he does every day, the room wasn't a stereotypical mental patient's room of white everything, it had some decently-colored furniture and the walls were slightly painted and abstract couple of colors. The workers play music for him through a speaker in the corner of the room, and so far, Jake likes it. Jake's room comes furnished with a bed, a bookshelf, and a door which leads to a bathroom; a rather dull room, but it works just fine.

"Jake, Jake, you doin' alright there, pal?" The doctor asks through a slot in the door; over a few months, Jake has learned that his name is Floyd Spanner. "We have someone for you to talk to-" "I never asked for that." The doctor sighs before opening the door, "I know. But we're just trying to help you." Jake looks at him in a confused manner, "Help me? What do you mean by, 'help'? You do know who I am, right?" The doctor shakes his head in a disgruntled manner, "Yes, I do. It's just... Maybe if you talk with someone, you'll feel even better!" The doctor says, "You say that as if I'm not feeling fine, I feel great, never better. Don't think I don't know that you're just trying to trick me." The doctor grunts slightly as he gets Jake off of his bed and onto his feet, Jake wouldn't get up otherwise.


"Ye-Yeah, I wouldn't doubt that you know that one way or another." As Floyd assists Jake over to the door, Jake furrows his brows, "Well, fine, I guess I could bare with you for a while." Jake says, acting as if he's won the discussion. "Oh, but it's not me you'll have to bare with." Jake is lead through a couple of turns until he comes up to the development rooms; the development rooms looked a lot like interrogation rooms except they were more friendly, they usually came with different items which doctors use to try and help patients to 'be more complete'.


Jakes is lead inside one of them and sits down in one of the two chairs in the room, this room was more barren than most of the other ones but it had a poster on the wall that read, 'Hang In There!' and had a picture of a kitten hanging on a rope behind the caption. After a couple of moments, the overhead speaker came on, "Quinn Bellrose to Development room number 305, please report to number 305 Development room."
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[soldmysoul]

That was her cue. The doctor she had been working alongside for the past several months now gave Quinn a nod, "I believe that's you. Good luck." Quinn smiled as she stood, although her stomach was in knots- this was her first real case after all. The girl neatly aligned the small stack of papers that the doctor pushed forward on his desk before picking them up. 'Jake Lawrence' read a post-it note stuck to the front page. She already knew about Jake, everyone in the hospital did, however, Quinn took a personal liking to him through what she had heard and fought hard to have Jake as the first patient she took alone. To her, Jake seemed like a challenge and she always wanted the challenge.


Her heels clicked down the hallway before she stopped in front of the door that read 305 before taking one last deep breath and entering. The room was far from welcoming, as were the majority of the spaces in the hospital. Being in a psychiatric ward, one would think that the psychology of color and decor would be used in order to ease the minds of the patients, however there was nothing easing about them. It was almost sad actually, especially in the children's ward where bright colors and lots of stimulants would benefit. Instead, some of these patients were forced to stare at the blank walls, covered in scuff marks and dirt, for hours upon hours.


After taking a seat across from the patient, Quinn extended her hand with a warm smile as she set the file on her lap. "Jake? My name is Quinn and I'm an intern here, we're going to be spending a bit of time together."

 

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Jake gave a rather troubled look at Quinn, "You say that as if I didn't know that." Jake knew nothing about Quinn, that was simply just Jake's catchphrase. "I knew that you were an intern before you even walked into the room. You may be wondering who I am, I am the one who knows all, sees all, hears all, and is all." Jake finishes his little speech with a smirk of pride, "I wonder how you feel right now, but I already know how you feel, so there is no wonder." Jake tries to sound deep and meaningful, but he more-or-less sounds like a child, a child who is trying way too hard to act cool.


"But the doctors told me that I have to talk to you, so I guess I'll comply." Jake gives a chuckle, this guy is acting so edgy, if you touched him, you'd have papercuts all over your fingers. "So you're an intern who's been sent here to spend time with me, sounds like you just want to be near me. It's not like I could blame you, anyways." Jake was acting like a tremendous diddly-squat right now.
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"Well then, I must thank you for allowing me to be here." Quinn got comfortable in her chair, crossing her legs after she set the papers down on the floor next to her chair. It was already apparent that Jake saw himself as a superior and she was not going to challenge that no was she going to argue, by treating him as a person and not as an incapacitated patient, she hoped he would gain her trust.


"So, if at any point you want to leave or you don't want to talk anymore, please let me know. But until then, I really would like to get to know you so why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself, Jake." Her voice was soothing, but it wasn't fake; She wasn't trying to 'baby' any of these patients, they were adults and would be treated like one.

 

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Jake groans slightly at the option to leave, it's not like he had anything better to do. "Well, As you probably know, my name is Jake Lawrence. I am 28, and I am male. That's my fake identity, my real one is the ultra-being, the one-and-all, if you will. I was supposedly incarnate somewhere near Oklahoma, but that's about all that I know as far as birth location goes, you can probably find some more evidence with the doctors, they don't tell me nothin'." Jake moves from his chair and sits on the table, he begins to look off towards the wall as he talks, "As far as I know, I have a mother, a sister, and two cousins. I don't know about any other family apart from that."


Jake pauses for a moment, letting that thought sink in, that although he has family, they don't even care that he's in here. "Do the doctors ever say anything about my family?" Jake asks, his rather obnoxious attitude now toned down majorly, "It's not really like I care about them, I'm too busy to deal with them, anyways. I have too many things to uh, oversee, i guess you could say." Jake flashes the woman a half-smile, it was much-too-obvious that it was fake.
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"No, no one has said anything to me about your family." Quinn kept her eyes on him as he moved about the room, her disposition however remained calm and collected, not showing any signs of discomfort in his presence. "Jake," she wanted to gain his focus and attention again, "I want to hear from you, why you're here. And since I will be spending a bit of time with you over the next several weeks or so, I want to know what you expect from me."


It was Quinn's goal to show Jake that she was open in listening to his ideas, to his struggles and beliefs, all from his point of view. She wanted him to know that those things were important to her. It was too often that the patients in the hospital often complained that the doctors and therapists here would ask so many questions, yet none of them showed that they really cared to hear the answer. That was where she strives to be different, that's the reason she choose to do this, she wanted to make an impact in these people's lives and the easiest way to do so was to give them an outlet where they feel they are cared about. In fact, she wanted these patients that she worked with to look forward to their session with her everyday, Jake was no exception. She had already taken a liken to him, after all, he was quite the character.

 

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Jake grunts slightly, he hated to talk about what people said he was, and not what he was. "Well, people call me a 'schizophrenic'. I supposedly have 'illusions of grandeur' as the doctors say, but I seriously doubt it. You see, just because I'm above everyone else, I don't need to be labeled, but I digress." Jake has a short sigh before returning to his description of himself, "You know what, I like you, I'll give you a little peak of something that I've never told anyone." Jake gets off the table and returns to his seat across from her, he puts his elbows on the table and leans forward as if to try and make this a secret, despite the fact that the microphones hidden around the room can pick up a whisper at ten miles.


"Now listen, this is a secret from me to you, don't tell anyone else. You see, the room I reside in wasn't what it seems to be, it nay look like any other room in the facility, but that's bull, my room is actually the most amazing thing you would ever see if you could see it. I can draw it for you if you have paper, but for now I'll have to describe it for you. The room is long and rectangular, the walls and floor are a pure white, and there are restaurant booth-like seats that line the walls; at the front of the room there is a stage which holds another booth, but this booth if for me and 'The Finers'. The Finers are just people who are better than the rest but not as great as me, they wear completely white clothing and so do I, that's how we differentiate from other people." Jake pauses for a moment to clear his throat before resuming.


"Inside of this room, there are several people: there's a man with two chines women who love on him at all times, there's two old men who wear swim goggles and are in awe at the sight of the room forever. There's a group of businessmen with a businesswoman who does nothing but sing, the men constantly lust over her. There's a man and a priest who do nothing but drink a blue, alcoholic beverage and cut up. There's also a man who wears nothing but red, his clothes, nails, and hair is just a red color, there's another man who talks with the red man, but that's all he does. Now, don't tell this to anyone, I am entrusting you with a very, very valuable secret of mine. Please, please keep it safe, I beg you." Jake leans back off the table, he clears his throat, "Anything you need to know?" Jake asks, now with a rather dis-interested look on his face.
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Throughout Jake's entire spiel, Quinn listened intently, making sure that she heard every last detail and made node of it in her head. Although she could jot these things down on paper, she decided not to until after their session, sometimes it made the patient uncomfortable that you were clearing writing things about them that they could not see. Once he was finished, she reached down, grabbing a piece of blank paper and a pen, setting both in front of Jake. "I would love if you could draw it for me, actually. " She leaned back in her chair.


"So the doctors tell you that you're schizophrenic yet you tell me that you're not. Why would they say these things about you? Does it frustrate you at all, trying to explain to them the truth?" In most cases that she had seen, the patient often held lots of animosity towards the doctors, it was surprisingly difficult to get a patient to believe that the doctors were only looking out for the patients best interest. Those intentions were the most difficult to justify.

 

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"In fact, no, it doesn't frustrate me, I believe that everyone is entitled to there own beliefs. You can believe in whatever you want and they can believe in whatever they want, kind of like a store, you pick out what you want if you like it and that's what you have." After speaking Jake begins to draw down where he resides; he draws the room, the businessmen, the elderly men, the priest and the regular person, himself, The Finers, the man with the Chinese women, but he leaves out the red man for an unknown reason. It took him quite a time to draw down the details and everything, but having a lot of time alone to himself, he likes to draw a lot so he's had some time to practice drawing people and buildings so it didn't take him forever.


Jake slides the piece of paper forward, "If anyone tries to take it, burn it. I don't want anyone other than you to have it." Jake sits back into his chair and glances around the room for a second, "Can I go now?" Jake asks, he folds his arms in disgruntled-ness.

 

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Quinn picked up the paper, examining it closely before offering Jake a small smile in acknowledgement. "Well, you're quite the artist aren't you? I'll make sure I keep it somewhere safe, promise."


She checked the time, jotting it down after picking up the file off the ground. "Of course, I'm not going to keep you here any longer than you want to be. Tonight I want you to think of some things you'd like to possibly talk about during our session tomorrow, okay?" She stood, pushing the chair under the desk, before going over to the door, opening it.


One of the nurses, a rather plump, older woman, came over to the door in order to escort Jake back to his room. "Alright, honey, we're gonna go back to your room and you can relax quietly in there for a little bit until it's time for dinner which should be arriving in about 20 minutes."


"I'll see you tomorrow, Mr.Lawrence." Quinn added with a nod.

 

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Jake yawns before getting up, "Well, see you later, Ms. Bellrose." Jake says as the nurse escorts him back to his room. Jake strolls into his room, his bed is the first spot where he goes, instead of sitting down on it, he completely lays down and lies very, very still; Jake had a near-addiction to inducing lucid dreams, essentially dreams where you know you're dreaming and can manipulate/control the environment of your dreamscape. Jake has been doing this for a couple of months and has a decent technique down, he lays still for at least 20 minutes while still remaining awake, if he begins to experience both auditory and visionary illusions, he's successfully done the technique and can now rest easy, literally.


As Jake lies there, he can't help but here the music coming out of speaker which is what lulls him to sleep after the 20 minutes. Jake knew he wouldn't get to dinner, but he didn't really care, he's missed lunch before. As he started dreaming, a series of events happened that led him to the room; once he entered it, The Finers welcomed him with strange sayings and he took his place up near them at the front of the room. But as they sat there, another person joined the room, it was Quinn. In this dream, Jake walks up to Quinn and talks to her in some sort of unknown dialect, Jake didn't know what he was saying, but he somehow understood what both he and Quinn were communicating to each other.


When Jake woke up, the sun was already coming up, his stomach growls, practically scolding him for what he's done. Jake sits up in his bed and begins his daily business of simply sitting around, he may draw later, but that's really all he can do.
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Quinn offered him one more smile before turning to the nurse, doing the same and adding a small nod. Back down the hallway she went, the click of her heels echoing off the walls before disappearing into the office of Dr. Terry Schrenk, a large, burly man- the one whose name was often parodied with Dr. Shrink. Currently the room was empty, Dr. Schrenk had most likely left for the night but having Quinn as his intern meant she got an extra set of keys to his office. The doctor was gracious enough to share his office.


Quinn sat down, taking a look at the picture that Jake had given to her of his room, or the way he saw it at least. She set it back down before she started scribbling notes from their session onto a legal pad.

Jake Lawrence​

November 18th








Session: One

• Paranoid schizophrenic
  
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• Separation of thought and affect
  
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• Loosening of associations
  
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• Isolation and altered communication
  
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• Lack of interest or care
  
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• "One and all"
  
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Additional notes were added to the bottom before she placed everything back into the file in which she left on Dr. Schrenk's desk. Quinn grabbed one of the pale yellow post-it notes, jotting down 'olanzapine?', the note was then stuck to the outside of the file. Just as she stood to leave, she went back to the papers on Jake, taking the picture of his room with her. He didn't want anyone to see it but her, she would abide by his will. Before leaving for the night, Quinn grabbed her coat off of a coat rack hanging behind the desk, the door was then locked and she was gone for the evening.

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The next day, Quinn arrived to the hospital at her usual 9am where she was greeted by her colleagues as well as the patients that were in the dining room having breakfast. With her coffee in hand, she made her way to Dr. Schrenk's office where he was waiting for. He greeted Quinn with a smile as he looked up from his paperwork, "good morning, sweetheart!"


"Good morning, doctor." She smiled at him, taking a seat across from him at his desk. Quinn set her drink down, pulling her hair up into a high bun before placing the thick rimmed glasses over her eyes.

 

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Dr. Schrenk was just finishing up Quinn's notes when she walked in, "Well, I would say 'Speak of the Devil', but I wasn't even talking." He sets down the folder before taking a swig of the coffee inside of the foam cup sitting near the edge of his desk, "So as from what I've read, we've gone over some of the basics of Jake. You know, I've never understood schizophrenics, they're just so... strange and unpredictable. You know about that kid that started shooting people because he thought they were aliens. I am honestly appalled by most of these nutjobs." The doctor takes another sip of coffee, "Well, I guess there's no need in ridiculing them." The doctor says before suddenly coming to his senses, "Uh, Ms. Bellrose, the hospital is requiring me to inform you that there are microphones in each of the development rooms, cameras are not installed due to the patients being able to spot them so easily, it jeeves them out. But it has come to my attention that you and Jake have had a discussion about one of his visions, one regarding a room?"








Jake gets off of his bed, guessing it's about time to do something; for once in Jake's life, he didn't find drawing interesting. Jake thought for a while about what he wanted to do but came up empty on ideas, but one unexpected thought came into his mind. It was around now that he wanted to talk to Quinn. That subconscious want now turned into a conscious one, it actually felt kind of good to talk to her, he was really getting lonely at the moment and he would give anything to talk to the kind lady.
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She raised an eyebrow, "microphones? I can understand a camera to watch those that are on suicide-watch but to record a patient's conversation with their provider seems unethical to me. They are disclosing information due to the fact that they feel they have privacy with you, how will you get patients to ever talk again once they find out they're being listened to?" She of course ignored the question about the room, Jake did not want that information disclosed so it would not be disclosed. The fact that he had the hallucination was enough, the doctor did not need to know the specifics in order to treat Jake. "I also meant to ask the last time Jake was put on a new antipsychotic. I believe that olanzapine, or Zyprexa as you know, would be a good choice for Jake. It has a high success rate in controlling thought processes of schizophrenics as well as the other symptoms."


As she spoke, her eyes flitted around the room, curious if there were any cameras in there as well. It was a strange feeling for anyone- to feel like they were being watched. "You know, maybe I should go see Jake. See how his day is going."

 

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The doctor flashes a weak smile, "Well, we do use cameras for those on suicide watch, that's for sure. But with our calmer patients such as Jake, we simply want to see into the mindset of such a person and figure out any patterns of hallucinations and brain activity, so we use microphones instead of cameras. Well, I think you should be on your way, too. And I will see to it that the staff get the prescribed medicine." The doctor continues to wear the weak smile and gestures over towards the door.








Meanwhile, Jake had waited long enough, he was now pacing back and forth through his room, trying to waste some time and energy. All the sudden, he heard the speaker in the room more clearly. The music starting out in a slow, pulsating bass that slowly begins to fade in before suddenly tearing into an all-out frenzy; the entire thing was really kind of building up inside of Jake, but when it finally broke into the wild part, Jake simply went wild. It must have been the pent up anxiety of waiting and the absolute bore it was, but either way, he just let-loose. Jake had heard this song before a couple of times to understand what the lyrics sound like, maybe not what they were, the accent of the singer was too thick and the effects kind of got in the way, but he was practically screaming his mouth off while thrashing violently about and even going to the extent of trying to rip his shirt off. (He fails, though.)


"Down with the sun I knew that I was done! Did it to my self, did it to my self, and then all this time I said I've been fed up 'cause everybody tells me shut up!" And yet, as the song was about to go off, Jake does the most unthinkable thing at that moment, he runs over to his bookshelf and topples it over,causing books and papers to go flying across the room. After what he had done, Jake noticed the footsteps coming down the hall and eventually bursting into his room to reveal several doctors, one even armed with a baton. "JESUS, JAKE!" Doctor Spanner yells and proceeds to scold Jake for what he did, "Somebody go get Ms. Bellrose, he's her responsibility anyways!" Jake simply sits on the ground, a childish pouty-face is what takes up the frontal portion of his face.
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(Still interested?)

 

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"Well, doctor, I will definitely make note of anything I find important. I just don't want them to feel that their trust is breached when talking to one of us."


The sound of the bookcase echoed through the hallway, causing Quinn to jump a bit before she poked her head out to see what all the commotion was. She sighed to herself at the sight of the doctors rushing into Jake's room, she could only imagine what happened. "At least this will be something good to talk about', she thought to herself. Things could have been way worse, for instance, Jake could be a psychopathic serial killer, thankfully, despite social stigma, most schizophrenic's were not violent.


After grabbing Jake's file from Dr.Schrenk's office, Quinn made her way down to Jake's room, stopping in the doorway to take in the sight. She could only imagine what had caused him to do this, but he would hopefully find out. She reached out her arm, over top of the toppled bookcase to Jake, "Jake, why don't you come with me. We'll talk a little earlier today so they can get this cleaned up."

 

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Jake suddenly looks at the several people in his room with such confusion. Why were they all upset at him? Well, everyone except for Quinn, at least. Jake's confusion suddenly turns to something of a pout, he didn't understand why the doctors were upset about him, he did nothing wrong. Jake begrudgingly accepts Quinn's offer and walks over the book case to follow Quinn; Dr. Spanner looks over all of the carnage that Jake caused, "Quinn, you better have him under wraps." He says as he turns to the lady, "Wow, getting a woman to do your job? Eh, she'll do it way better than you can, anyways." Jake sounds like a 13 year old who's sulking intensely and just grabbing at any comeback he can.


Jake then turns and walks out the door, denying Floyd any further conversation, "The little brat, he's nearly thirty and he acts like a damn fool!" Spanner rants about Jake, his temper at an all-time-high and his patience down quite a bit.


(Sorry for short post, procrastination is a bitch.)
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Quinn can't help but roll her eyes at Dr. Spanner, ever since she came here she was irritated by his overall pretentious demeanor, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of him, I know how concerned you are." Sure, maybe the comment was a little uncalled for but frankly, Quinn was progressively becoming more and more irritated over the way some of these doctors handled themselves- with lack of professionalism. If you can't do the time, don't do the crime, same thing applied here; If you can't handle working in a high-stress environment, don't come here. It was one thing to dislike your job, just don't take it out on the patients, most of them have enough to worry about and could spare the animosity.


She placed a hand on Jake's upper back as he made his way over to her before leading him down to the same room that they had spent time in the day before. She of course had to ignore both the large amount of patients as well as staff that has gathered out in the hall to see what all the fuss was about. Quinn then opened the door, holding it open and stepping aside for Jake, "well at least we got you out of there before they made you have to clean it up." She smiled a bit a the last comment, hoping to ease the situation a bit, "go ahead and take a seat wherever you'd like."

 

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Jake walks down the hall silently, Quinn's jest didn't really make him feel any better. After Jake is escorted into the room, he sits on one of the chairs at the table, his face still has that same frown that he was wearing from his room. "Now, I know what you're going to ask, so let me save you some time. I did it because I was tired, I was tired of sitting there all day and not doing a damn thing! I have nothing, nothing except a bookcase and a bed. What is there for me?! Nothing! Fuck!" Jake says, getting more and more volatile with every word but calming down once his rant was done.


"I've said it once, I'll say it again! The doctors don't give a shit about the patients! They only care about if there's any progress, but how's there any progress whenever all they do is simply sit you down in front of a therapist who just says 'Talk.'? There isn't any interaction between doctors and patients and it pisses me off!" Jake's arms are now crossed in frustration, despite the fact Jake was 'supposedly' an all-powerful being that was immune to consequences, his peeves were really getting to him.
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She was quiet as she allowed Jake to vent, listening to every word, she understood his frustration. "Jake," she sighed, "I know it's easy to feel the way you do, about the doctor's not caring but that's not true, at least not with everyone. Of course there are those that simply shouldn't have a career where helping people is priority, but there really are doctors, even here, that understand and that care about each patient- including you. I talked to Dr.Schrenk and we're going to be starting you on a new medication olanzapine or Zyprexa. I'm going to start you off on 5 milligrams a day for the first week and then assuming your body doesn't have any side effects, we'll increase your dose to 10 milligrams daily. Zyprexa has been shown to be very successful in treating those with schizophrenia. It's an atypical antipsychotic and those type of drugs work by rebalancing the dopamine and seratonin levels in your brain and I think you will notice significant changes as far as your mood and overall well-being. Of course, it wont be an immediate fix and may take a few weeks to work. Is that something you would be willing to try? Ultimately this is up to you but I want you to know that I personally think it is worth giving it a shot."

 

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Jake huffs at Quinn's statement about the medicine, he never liked how people called him a Schizophrenic, he hated that word, he hated everything about it. Jake's anger slowly turns into despair, he was rather tired with all of this, he was the ultimate being and there was no changing that, "Fine.... I'll take the medicine, I'll take it and I'll just be quiet." Jake sinks back in his chair, his arms still crossed and his face beginning to contort into a more sad look. Jake's eyes start to water with undying frustration, "Tell me, do I have Schizophrenia? Am I really as delusional as people say I am?"


Jake tries to readjust in the seat even though the top of his back was practically in the bottom of the chair, "I see things, don't I? I'm just a looney?" Jake was on the verge of tears, but he refused to cry, he refused to let it out. He covers his face in a mix of embarrassment and shame. Jake then scoots back up in his seat, hands still over his face, he proceeds to lean forward over the table and whimper as quiet as he can, he didn't want to cry in front of Quinn but he wasn't afraid to.
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"Jake, you're different than most people, but you're not alone. Do you know that 1% of the population is diagnosed with schizophrenia, just like you? That's one out of every hundred people, that's a lot. The good news is that there are so many ways to help and we are learning so much about this disease every day, and that's what it is, a disease. The things you see, hear, and think, not all of them are real, they are side effects of this disease. The white room and all the people you see in there, well, no one else can see them but you. I know it's a very difficult concept to grasp and I hope that this new medicine will help. But I will tell you, Jake, I will make it a personal goal of mine to do whatever I can to help you. From what I've heard about you, you have a lot of potential, you just have this obstacle getting in the way."


It was hard knowing that some of her patients were in so much mental pain, of course there were those that were so delusional their life was just pure bliss. Not Jake though, she could sense the internal struggle that was making itself more apparent to his conscious.

 

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Jake leans back, his whimpers going quiet, "I have a question, Quinn. Tell me, have you ever felt like you were the most powerful being in the world? Like you could do anything, nothing happened to you or could harm you?" He says as he uncovers his face and looks towards Quinn, "You know, I've supposedly harmed myself before? I took a butter-knife to my arms. It hurt like hell, but I didn't die, I knew I was-am invincible." Jake continues on, his gaze drifting around the room and occasionally back to Quinn, "I've even hurt my friend, just to see if I was the only one who wouldn't die from that type of stuff. He was in the hospital for nearly a month. This further led me to believe that I was the ultimate being. But what you're telling me, I don't possess any special abilities, I'm actually a minority, I am diseased." Jake says, his face cringing with every label he comes up with.


"I'm-I'm tired. I want to go to my room." Jake says, he stands from his chair and proceeds over to the door, his hand was about to touch the door knob whenever a very disgruntled doctor suddenly opens the door. "Damnit, Jake! Do you know how much that bookshelf cost?!" The doctor's voice seethes with anger, he tries to repress it whenever he noticed Quinn in the room, "Ms. Quinn, have you been notified of what Mr. Lawrence has done in his room just several minutes ago?" Jake's arms are now over his head, he's very much scared of the doctor whenever he's angry. Lawrence quickly slips out past the doctor and runs back to his room, now mostly cleaned up, spared a nurse or two gathering up the remaining splinters. "Quinn, I know what you are going to say, so let me just reply to save you your breaths. That young man has been a cancer to this facility ever since he came here. He's reckless, irresponsible, and yet he somehow seems to find the right ways to piss everyone off." Dr. Schrenk says with such Vigor that you would be sure he is murdering someone with an intense rage.


"Come on, Jake. What's wrong?" One of the other patients says, standing in the doorway of Jake's dorm, "I don't want to talk, Dorcey." The patient gives him a troubled look, it was unlike Jake to be lying down so early in the evening, "Okay, just don't be too grumpy." She says before shuffling off through the halls. Jake reaches down to the foot of his bed and pulls his covers up over himself, he didn't want to talk right now, he'd done enough talking for one day, he didn't even want to talk to Dorcey.
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[soldmysoul]

"Jake," she sighed, shifting in her chair, "you differ from what are called delusions of grandeur. I'm not saying that you're not a wonderful person, but you're not invincible like you believe. I know it's hard to imagine at this point and I don't expect you to completely understand right now. I do want you to think about it from an outsiders perspective though, the things you see- why don't others see them? If you're all powerful, why are people desperately trying to help you? It's just something to ponder." With that being said, she stood after Jake did, sensing the fact that he was uncomfortable at the moment, and that was understandable.


Before she could say another word, the doctor was in. It doesn't take much for his words and the way he spoke, to anger Quinn. However, as the doctor is going off, she noticed Jake making a somewhat stealthy exit, and the doctors words became less and less important to get. When he was finished, she simply choose not to say anything back but instead made her way to Jake's room.


Her steps slowed as she approached the open door, she has reached her destination. Softly, she knocked on the door frame, just to get Jake's attention. She wouldn't leave without first making sure that Jake knew that he was not at fault for feeling the way he did and that the doctor was, once again, out of line in the way he acted.


 
((I apologize for any mistakes that there may be that I did not catch. I'm using my phone now and I'm sure you know how autocorrect can be. ))