Wayward Insane Asylum

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She suppressed the sudden urge to laugh at the comment, swabbing her tongue over his eyeball a moment longer before pulling back a mere half an inch. "Sorry, don't really think I can buy off any of the patients just so you can eat them." Cateline leaned forward to try and roughly push her tongue into Raye's eye socket, but just as she had the chance to barely lick it again, her head was forced back by Joe. Her grip on Raye's hair tightened in surprise, suddenly choking and hacking on whatever object was forced into her throat. The female kicked backwards at Joe's pelvis, aiming to hit her bare heel against his crotch before falling to her knees between both the male's feet, continuously trying to cough the pill up. What the fuck was that about?!
 
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"chill woman these are good they help take the ease of that shiver you got from those wet towls " joe said noding towards the towls whist his two hand went to wards his genitals and he keeled over rithing in pain. "dont fight it its good stuf" joe said anyways theres on in the water supply i think everybody is gona be real happy tonight" two orderlys come in and grab joe who thrashed some more "let go of me you oafs i have rights even if im insane" the third orderly shot joe at afar with a dart and he slumps forward almost like he was reacting to the Ludes he had taken earily but this time with out the same efects, joe was dragged out the room down the corridoor.
 
Monica sighed and shook her head. She seperated Cateline and Raye as orderlies stepped in. There were no need for them to be so aggressive and Monica wasn't going to give them a reason to act that out.
The orderlies were quiet as they guided everyone in the Play Area to their individual rooms. They all had dark circles under their eyes like they hadn't slept and Monica doubted they had.
Soon enough it was eleven o'clock and Monica's shift was over. It took fourty five minute bus ride and a fifteen minute walk to return to her loft style apartment on the upper east side.
Despite her physical fatigue Monica's mind was more than awake. She peeled off her clothes and showered as her brain ran in circles on how to conduct her meetings and take care of the asylum all in a timely manner without running herself ragged.
Dressing for bed, Monica was still wide awake without a conclusion. She groaned, pulling open her bed side drawer and pulling out a small orange bottle. She popped out three sleeping pills and downed them in one go with a glass of water. Flicking on the television for white noise the recent college graduate fell asleep within the hour.

It was five a.m. when Monica awake to a wailing alarm and a quiet television. Her eyes fought to remained closed as she slowly sat up, sheets sliding down to her waist. Her right hand raised to rub the sleep from her forest green eyes only to have them examine the black screen of her tv. "That's odd..." Her voice was rough as she had just woken up. Her eyebrows creased in confusion as she lifted her blankets and padded to her dresser.
Monica chose a more relaxed attire seeing as she had much to do today. She settled on black yoga pants with a loose sea foam green vneck tshirt. Her feet slipped into a pair of black crew socks and nike running shoes that matched her shirt. Her chocolate brown hair was in a bun as she quickly dashed mascara over her eyes. She still had to be somewhat presentable at work.
Monica's keys hung from a lanyard around her neck, along with the key card and ID issued from W. I. A. Her phone and wallet were in her hand as she left her apartment. First thing first, Monica walked to the local pharmacy and filled up the prescriptions for the patients. Then it was off to the hardware store, than the grocery store, the list goes on.
Monica stepped into the Play Area around seven that morning, lugging bags upon bags into the room. She deposited the medication in the designated room. It took her a solid thirty minutes to reorganize the proper medications in order of patients name and number. It was quite infuriating at how disorganized the place was.
Next was the kitchen which was a story of it's own. 'That would have to wait for another day' Monica decided. For today the woman only cleared out the spoiled food and replaced it with the fresh things she bought.
Monica returned to her original spot around eight o'clock. She started in on the floor. Monica ripped up the old lenoleum tiles, scraped up the mild and fungi that had begun to grow before dousing everything in bleach. All the windows were open as the smell of the cleaner nearly burned her nose. While the floor dried Monica chipped off the old paint to the best of her ability and coated all the walls in a thick layer of white primer. She would choose a color later. It was around ten thirty when the floor dried enough to retile. Monica had only an hour and a half until the patients would appear and hurriedly got to work. Instead of the sickly grey tiles that had covered the dingy floor, Monica was installing chocolate brown wooden slats.
She placed the final slab into place as the clock struck twelve. Monica had a thin layer of sweat covering her body and her body ached. She picked up the empty plastic bags and discarded them bringing back in the plastic tables and one couch. Those were the next to be replaced. Monica stood appraising her work, hands on her thin hips as the doors opened.
 
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Cateline had expressed a few side effects from the methaqualone that Joe had shoved down her throat the previous night. Increased sexual arousal, slurred speech, and a headache. God, it felt like she had been stuck between being drunk and being hung over. It wasn't the most terrible thing she'd gotten to experience at W.I.A though. Throughout her mostly restless night, she had kicked at the walls, beaten at the locked door to her room, and screamed at the top of her lungs until she howled with laughter at her own actions. All the while, she had counted around 43,200 beats of her heart in the past twelve hours of being in that little space.

That morning her head was foggy and her throat was sore. She stared at the drooping ceiling above her while laying on the floor. It seemed to breathe, inching ever closer to her face with each silent exhale the floor above her gave. Her eyes were red and teary from not blinking for so long, and as it looked like the warped cement was going to touch her nose, the door to her room flung open. Cateline's eyes were immediately and briefly drawn to the Orderly who had come to escort her to the Play Area, but as she looked back to the ceiling, it had inhaled and remained in place above her. It's holding its breath. What a clever little bastard. The left corner of her mouth lifted fractionally before a rough jerk by the cloth of her shirt brought her out of her own little world.

She grumbled about the Orderly being an oaf as she reluctantly got to her feet and shuffled out of the room that held a single crumpled futon. The Patient had received a new set of grey clothing to wear; another shirt labeled #9575 that was too large for her boney figure, and a pair of sweatpants she had rolled up multiple times at the waist just so they'd stay up on her hips. The smell of chemicals was the first thing to catch her attention as she walked up one of the long corridors with an Orderly holding her upper arm. What the hell? Is someone making another bleach bomb? Cateline nearly snickered at the memory of a missing patient who had gotten into an old janitorial closet and mixed every liquid into a trash can. It didn't end well for the staff that tried to stop them. They all ended up with acid burns.

The Orderly who had a hold of the girl opened up the door to the Play Area, his facial expression matching the shock of what Cateline could not produce. Her head tilted as she appraised the area. "Huh. You did all of this?" She lifted one leg at a ninety degree angle then stepped forward, repeating the action with the other leg and so on, until she reached the opposite side of the room where the windows were and leaned out of one, inhaling deeply to try and clear her head that was now slightly worse off than before. Her gaze drifted over the large electrical fence as she had done the day before. They were somewhere on the fourth or fifth floor, there was no jumping from the window without the risk of breaking some bones. With a groan she turned to face Monica then leaned backwards, stretching her spine out over the windowsill with a grin. You know, it wouldn't be so bad to just fall. It'd be so easy to break your neck this way.
Cateline silently agreed with the thought that was not hers and simply stayed in place, both arms out of the window above her head. "How long did it take you to do all this?"
 
joe awakes again in the playroom in a strait jacket after the sensation of being dropped woke him, he opens his eyes slowly "uh where oh..im here again" he said.
 
"Yup." Monica spoke as if she hadn't just totally refurnished an entire room in only a few hours.
"Um, it took around five hours give or take." Monica surmised ushering Cateline from her precarious position by the window. She couldn't close them, the smell of bleach was still too strong so Monica would have to keep a keen eye on everyone.
"Good morning Joe, hungry?" Monica asked once she felt that the girl was a safe distance from the open window. She would have to put a screen in tomorrow.
 
"yup im so hungry i could eat a horse"Joe said as his stomach rumbled.
 
Two orderlies appeared dragging a chained up Raye. Raye was wearing the same mask stitched to his face, a straitjaket, and this time his legs were chained too much for him to even walk. One of the orderlies walked over to Monica, "Be careful of this one. I don't know what stupid bastard took off his restraints but he attacked three orderlies last night. One died and the other two are in critical condition. He is not to be trusted." The orderlies left Raye there and left to return to their other duties.
 
Monica blinked as the orderlies basically threw Raye at her. She steadied him and gave him a disapproving look. "Really Raye? Really?" She was about to say this is why we don't have nice things, but she didn't think the doctor would understand the joke.
Shaking her head, Monica helped the man to couch, seeing as he had difficulty walking and sat him down. Using a bobby pin that held up some loose strands of hair, Monica picked the lock that chained Raye's feet together. She held him down incase he tried to kick her while she spoke. "Now Raye, you cannot attack orderlies and kill them. I will remove your muzzle thing but if I find out you attacked anyone else, it stays on." As inhuman Raye's stitched muzzle was, Monica couldn't allow him to attack innocent, well maybe not innocent but they were still people, orderlies because he got bore. "Do you understand?"
 
Joe tried to stand up but was confined by the strait jacket he was put in, "bah" joe said as heh jiggled about on the floor.
 
"Do we have an agreement?" Monica asked awaiting an answer from Raye as she snipped at a stitch. She pulled the stitches out of still heeling holes. Monica grimaced at the brutality of it as she finished freeing his mouth. Curling the bloody strands of thread in her hand Monica kept Raye pinned to the couch awaiting his answer. "Do you agree? No attacking or purposely hurting the orderlies."
 
"Of course not, Mrs. Lawrence. I wouldn't dare kill anyone now. Not when tonight is so close. That would just be cruel."
 
"I guess that's good enough." Monica sighed and pulled away from Raye. She debated on the straight jacket. Yesterday he was fine so she reached around him and unbuckled the steel lock on the back freeing his hands.
"Now you." Monica turned and pointed to Joe who lay squirming at her feet. "What did you do?" She raised a brow knowing that he was one of the more lucid patients, all but a little eccentric.
 
Cateline stared at the three with a stoic expression while the once dingy walls around them slowly close in on all four. Left wall, right wall, each individual one got closer at different intervals of speed, but the windows and the door stayed in place, leaving rectangular holes in the moving structure. Her head swam with the smell of chemicals, the room was too small, it was too crowded now. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. The thought was on repeat, growing into a loud buzz within her head until her ears rang. She lost the feeling in her legs and fell to the floor on her ass rather suddenly, the jolt breaking the illusion of the once disproportionate room. Nothing moved.
The patient focused on Monica, Joe, and Raye.
"Of course not, Mrs. Lawrence. I wouldn't dare kill anyone now. Not when tonight is so close. That would just be cruel."
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What were they talking about? She hadn't heard anything after being moved away from the window. Listening to Monica speak now, she tilted her head back and shut her eyes. She wanted to stand, but she simply couldn't find the strength to do so. Instead, she lays on the new floors, hitting the back of her head with an audible thunk.
"What'd they end up tagging you two livestock with?" Her voice was detached, and without giving a verbal explanation to her inquiry, pointed to the number on her chest. #9575.
She hadn't seen the numbers on the other patient's shirts yet and her curiosity had begun to bug her.
 
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Joe Sighed and said "i gave a 714 to Cateline thought it help her relax and take her mind of the hypophermia she had from the wet towls the orderliys put on here earlyer to act as a warning say where is she?"
 
She groaned. Really? Was he deaf or just not paying attention? Maybe it's because you don't exist in the present time. Cateline did her best to ignore the voice and lifted her foot, smacking her bare heel against the newly replaced flooring. "I'm down here, too, Klutz." The kid seemed like a troublemaker, and the fact she could get revenge for the night before dawned on her. After rolling over onto her stomach and sluggishly getting to her feet, she focused her glare on Joe. He's in a straitjacket. Lucky me, no resistance. The thought brought a vengeful smile to her face as she took a few steps closer then swung her leg forward to kick the male in his stomach. "Don't you ever try to put another pill down my throat. Next time I'll bite your fingers off so Raye can eat them." Her smile turned into a brief smirk before turning to sit herself up on one of the plastic tabletops, quickly becoming expressionless once more.
 
Monica heaved a sigh pinching the bridge of her nose. "Do not ever give another patient pills. You could have severely hurt her. You are not a doctor. Don't do it."
Monica gave Joe a glare angry about what he had done. She would have to watch him more carefully. He got into things too much.
Monica noticed the foot nearly a moment too late. Out of instinct, Monica's hand shot forward and she pushed Cateline's foot off it's target, ending up in the deteriorating couch cushion instead. "No kicking." Monica eyed the spectacled girl as she sat atop a table like nothing had happened. 'Better than lashing out I supposed.'
 
Cateline pulled her knee up, resting her foot that had hit the couch cushions on the edge of the table. She examined it for a moment, silently fuming with anger at the fact she didn't get to hit Joe like she wanted. After flexing and wiggling her toes she lifts her head up. "I broke something," The lie came out of her mouth all too smoothly; practiced. "Can I go get it checked out at the infirmary?"
 
"Yeah. I'll walk you." Monica said eyeing Cateline. She was up to something, Monica just wasn't sure what it was yet.
Monica left an orderly with Raye and Joe before heading down the hall with Cateline.
"You know, the quicker you pretend to be completely sane, the quicker I can get you out of here. Based on my reports, patients get released or kept. I may be new and all but I highly doubt anyone wants the cops snooping around if they try to deny it. So do us both a favor and start by not physically attacking people." By the time Monica finished talking the duo stood outside of the infirmary.
 
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