One Flew East, One Flew West (Parfait x PtPb)
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				Title: <strong>One Flew East, One Flew West (Parfait x PtPb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 07:10:51</strong>
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				The crisp autumn air had not brought with it any sense of peace; only a slight frost on the panes of the psychiatric hospital, which seemed to entertain most of the chronics enough to direct their spacious gazes in one synchronized direction. Though they never caused any particular trouble to begin with, it was good to have some of the patients settled at least while the staff was coping with the recent malfunction of a EST machine and also a new arrival being transported to the observation ward. Unfortunately, a majority of the staff was keeping busy with the potential media outbreak and keeping the nosier Acutes occupied, so only one Doctor and one Nurse was available to 'greet' the new patient. <br><br>Rachel Kesey had worked in this hospital for several years, and was quite experienced with incorporating new arrivals into the most appropriate sects of the hospitals. Typically, from a patients initial profile she could make an assumption of where to place him or her. However with <em>this</em> one, neither she nor the Doctor could speculate which area of the ward was best. A note was made atop of the manila folder, that extensive observation was needed in order to designate the most appropriate ward for further treatment. <br><br>Tucking an auburn curl behind her ear, Rachel made her way through the halls of the observation ward without looking up from her clipboard. She had walked back and forth from the nurses station to the private rooms many times before, and the orderlies would usually step aside to glance her up and down anyway, so she was not truly worried about running into anyone. Rachel was perhaps one of the nurses that sparked the fantasies that enabled those starchy, white, form fitting uniforms to become fetishes in the first place. Shaped much like an hourglass, with a modest bust and shapely hips, Rachel's green eyes and porcelain complexion made her seem much like an Irish doll dressed up in the garments of a nurse. Though, her looks did not negate her intelligence by any means. She was quite knowledgeable, and often finished the statements ~and paperwork~ of the Doctors that she worked most often with. A reason which probably was behind why she was sent to speak with the new patient first, while the only free on call Doctor spoke with the Nurse Ratched, who seemed to have a bit of knowledge on said patient...<br><br>Twisting her pen open and fastening it to the top of the clipboard, Rachel opened the door to the private room where the patient had been sent, still under the supervision of those who transported him here. A gentle smile crossed her plump lips as she glanced up from her clipboard, which now rested softly against her bosom. "Hello Billy, my name is Nurse Kesey...How are you feeling today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Flew East, One Flew West (Parfait x PtPb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 07:24:03</strong>
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				Chewing on his middle fingernail, Billy only managed to look up, pausing in his incessant rocking back and forth to regard the woman who'd said his name. As he saw her he looked immediately back to the floor and started rocking again, sitting on his other hand.<br><br>She was...very much like his mother, sent by her, maybe, to punish him. He only laughed weakly in a "hmmm-hm-hmmm," sound.<br><br>He had started blinking as well, the new eviroment, the car ride, he didn't like any of it. He felt like his heart was going to leap from his chest as he rocked there. A question, she'd asked a question...what was it?<br><br>He couldn't quite remember, but his mother's voice was clear enough in his head, 'speak when spoken to.'<br><br>He nervously tilted his head the other way, and looked towards the window as he licked his lips and got out, "f-f-fi-f-f-fi-fine." He then cringed, expecting to be hit for lying, the was the persistent fear that he was in his mother's house, years earlier, though some part of his brain insisted he wasn't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Flew East, One Flew West (Parfait x PtPb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 07:37:51</strong>
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				Smoothing her dress as she sat down in the chair opposite of him, Rachel kept her eyes on the boy.&nbsp; She set the clipboard aside, knowing that it made even typically compliant patients uncomfortable and folded her hands upon her lap. Having worked with several hundred patients over the last few years, and filling out the same forms for each one, Rachel was aware of what she needed to take note of and was able to observe and relate perfectly what she had observed at a later time. <br><br>The stuttering, she was uncertain though of whether or not that was temporary due to his nervousness or it had been a permanent setback...<br><br>"Would you like some water hun?" She bit her tongue inside her mouth after speaking. 'Hun' and 'love' and 'sug' were not proper terms for a nurse towards a patient, but at times ones heritage is hard to cover up completely..Southern twang has a way of sneaking up in the midst of conversations. Her smile never broke though, and she proceeded to pour some ice water from a plastic jug into a small paper cup. A check had been placed in the suicidal box of Billy Bibbit's profile, but nothing in the room could be used to initiate any success with such attempts. Rachel was quite confident she could handle the boy, and was certain that he would feel more comfortable without the two hovering, steroid buffed orderlies beside him. As she offered the cup to the trembling patient, she nodded to the two bulky gentleman as a polite gesture that they were free to leave. Her eyes wandered after them, and when the door shut, her gaze returned to Billy.<br><br>"They certainly were big guys weren't they?" She smiled, her voice soft as she tried to soothe him out of his jitters. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Flew East, One Flew West (Parfait x PtPb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 09:56:14</strong>
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				Billy noticed the orderlies leave and slowed in his rocking, but only a little. He still wasn't sure where he was. The offered cup was ignored, perhaps declined, it didn't matter, either way he made no moves to take it.<br><br>He like her voice, this...woman. It had a nice sound, soothing, easy to listen to. He could remember someone with a voice like that, on the radio perhaps. He wondered if there was a radio here.<br><br>She asked him another question...what was it this time? Big guys? Oh, right, the men, they'd been...big, but ignorable, they'd barely made an impression on him, he was off in his own world, not scared of people so much as the unfamiliar. For him, changes had always been bad, hard, things to be avoided, they were hard to get used to, impossible to tell what was right, if something that had been right was now wrong, if something that was wrong, was now right.<br><br>"Mmmm-Hmmm," he mumbled, in answer to her question, making a nervous smile, still not looking right at her.<br><br>"M-m-m-music t-time," he stammered. It was music time, it played everyday at the old place. He knew the schedule by heart, today was...the Requiem.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Flew East, One Flew West (Parfait x PtPb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 14:53:54</strong>
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				Rachel still held onto the cup, smiling gently in response to his meek attempt at one.<br><br>"Mhmm it is..." She said in acknowledgement to the music. Clearly this was not his first visit to a place like this.<br><br>Standing up, she walked over to the couch where he had either sought refuge himself or the orderlies had placed him, and sat down a little bit away from him so not to spook him off. He seemed so much like a little deer...Shy and skittish.<br><br>She didn't want to frighten him away.<br><br>"I think a bit of water will help your throat, hun. Won't you take a sip for me?" She smiled, offering the up again; this time noticing his bloodshot eyes. Had he been crying? He had certainly made a fuss on his way in here, perhaps he had exhausted himself with that.<br><br>She wanted to embrace him, bring him into her arms to calm him down, but she composed herself. Though, she had sat down facing him..it was best to let the deer approach you after all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Flew East, One Flew West (Parfait x PtPb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 18:18:46</strong>
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				Billy took the cup cautiously, taking a sip from it and then drinking more deeply, he wanted to please this woman, she was, pretty, he'd noticed, if only for the moment he'd seen her.<br><br>He stopped rocking, the place couldn't be all bad if she was here. He leaned a little closer to her, and resumed chewing his fingernail when he'd put down the cup.<br><br>"I-I-I-I'm, B-B-B-Billy, B-B-Bibbit," he said, putting out a hand weakly. He was supposed to introduce himself to a pretty lady right? It seemed right, he hoped it was right. Though, because he was unsure now, if it was right, here, he started rocking again, a little, hand still outstretched towards the kind nurse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Flew East, One Flew West (Parfait x PtPb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 22:56:28</strong>
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				Her ruby lips never faded from that smile as he sipped at the water cautiously, his wide eyes had never left her face. She was curious what was going through his mind..How much he knew of why he was here..<br><br>She took his hand into her own, placing another atop of it as she cradled his hand gently within hers. "It's nice to meet you Billy..Like I said, I'm Nurse Kesey and if there is anything at all you need while your here...you just ask me, or ask for me.." She smiled, stroking her smooth, well manicured nails over his rough, split ones.<br><br>She shifted a bit upon the couch, reaching over to the desk to place a pen atop of the manila folder and the notepad she had brought in with her. As she leaned, a soft fragrance of orchids would become more noticeable in the air and her uniform would open ever so slightly at the top, giving a small glance of her cleavage. <br><br>"Now, Dr. Spivey will be in shortly..Would you like me to stay here with you?" She smiled, sitting back once again, this time a bit closer to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Flew East, One Flew West (Parfait x PtPb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 04:32:50</strong>
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				"Yes," he said, suddenly losing the stammer, but quickly regaining his senses as the mind-numbing fear of her leaving gave way to the realization of how quickly, and perhaps loudly he'd spoken.<br><br>"P-p-p-please st-stay," he said, taking her hand without looking at it, blushing a little as he did.<br><br>He didn't want to see the doctor, but couldn't say so, if she stayed, though, he felt it would be okay.<br><br>"N-n-nurse K-Kesey, p-please sta-st-stay..." he stammered, looking straight into her eyes with his wide blue eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Flew East, One Flew West (Parfait x PtPb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 04:43:39</strong>
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				She was taken aback slightly by the immediacy of his response, and how boisterous he had been about her remaining there. Smiling gently, she held tight to his hand and gently guided him closer to her side, wrapping on arm around his shoulders so she could stroke through his curls whilst her other hand still held his upon her lap.<br><br>"Alright then Billy..I'll stay right here with you..."<br><br>The decision had been made just in time, for soon after Rachel had brought the young boy into her arms the door opened and Dr. Spivey had walked in with an off grin on his wrinkled face. His hair was badly combed over, his suit far too tight to the point where the wrinkles around his neck bulged out like layers of fat, and poured over his collar..His appearance reflected his attitude however, quite well. Far too wound up, and trying too hard to make up for things he was losing...<br><br>Like his own mind..but Rachel would never comment on such things.<br><br>As he moved behind his desk, flicking open the manila folder on the way, he outstretched one hand towards Billy as that grin on his face spread. He didn't seem to notice nor mind how close the patient was to Rachel, perhaps passing it off as a woman's protective instinct. <br><br>"Hello there young man, how are you doing today?"<br><br>Indeed, protection might have been part of the reason she held him so close..
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Flew East, One Flew West (Parfait x PtPb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 05:01:10</strong>
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				"G-good," he said, with more confidence than he would normally have had, perhaps it was the way nurse Kesey held him, it made him&nbsp; feel better, made him forget about where he was and think about her.<br><br>He didn't add, 'now.'<br><br>He wasn't paying attention to the doctor, only listening for questions, really he was focused on nurse Kesey. He really liked her, already. He'd rarely had thoughts about a woman, in a...physical way, but with her, he was almost afriad he get stiff right there. She was so beautiful, and she was touching him.<br><br>He couldn't dare to dream though, she'd never been interested him, he wasn't really a man, not a person who a woman would be interested.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Flew East, One Flew West (Parfait x PtPb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 02:34:54</strong>
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				Her fingers ran elegantly through his curls, toyin with them affectionately with the mannerisms of a mother. She could not help herself, he seemed so small and displaced in this room...Something about his eyes made it impossible for Rachel to leave him alone.<br><br>Such haunting blue eyes..<br><br>"Now Billy, we have a common protocol here which permits a week of observation time until Nurse Kesey here decides which ward of the hospital will suit your individual recovery the best. So for the next few days you'll be staying just upstairs on the observation floor. Your room up there'll be private son, but understand due to the amount of..patients...we attain, once you get to a certain ward there'll be general sleeping areas"<br><br>Dr. Spivey spoke very dryly as he flipped through Billy's profile, making notes every so often on the pad that had been set close by. Rachel shifted a bit on the couch, crossing her legs which made her uniform slip even tighter around her body and allowed her ankle to brush gently against Billy's leg close by..<br><br>"Before we get you settled upstairs temporarily, why don't you tell me why -you- think you're here..." The Doctor's thick glasses slid down his hawk nose,&nbsp; his bushy eyebrows knitting together in thought as he observed the new patient. Rachel did not stop in her gentle caresses of Billy's hair, hoping it would reassure him and allow him to speak more calmly...<br><br>Perhaps without that stutter, if it had been a product of his prior nervousness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Flew East, One Flew West (Parfait x PtPb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 18:17:13</strong>
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				"T-to get better," he replied.<br><br>He wasn't really paying attention though, the way nurse Kesey touched him, it made him feel warm, happy, he didn't want it to end, and he didn't want her to leave. He didn't think he could take it and he leaned a little bit into her. He liked the feel of her skin against his.<br><br>He was happy to hear that he'd have privacy for a week, he liked the peace and quiet, more excited than happy, because nurse Kesey was going to be the one deciding where he went. He liked that, it made him sure, unafriad. He felt like he knew the nurse already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Flew East, One Flew West (Parfait x PtPb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 04:50:39</strong>
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				"Indeed..." The Doctor snuffed behind his own cup of water as he glanced over the profile, his dark eyes shifting back and forth from the letters on the page to the boy who sat very close to Rachel.<br><br>"But why is it..." He continued, shifting his glasses up his nose once again, leaning over with an inquisitive expression, towards Billy "That you think your here to get better <em>from</em>?"<br><br>Rachel slipped her arm down from around the boys shoulder to place her hand upon his lap. She had to keep quiet during the Doctor's questions, but she was interested in hearing why Billy thought he was here..She hadn't had the opportunity herself to determine that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Flew East, One Flew West (Parfait x PtPb)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 05:16:53</strong>
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				"I've been, b-bad," he said, "b-bad thoughts, bad things..."<br><br>He started rocking a little as he fingered scars on his wrists, and crossed his arms, starting to chew his nails again. He didn't want to talk about about, he didn't, he didn't! He was breathing harder, heart beating faster.<br><br>"Too...scary..." he said, "o-out there."<br><br>He feared society and everyone in it, they all seemed to understand, and he didn't he just didn't. He was like a stranger, in a strange land, a stranger who didn't even speak the language.
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