Is It Treatable, Doc? [Kawamura and Michi No Sora]
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				Title: <strong>Is It Treatable, Doc? [Kawamura and Michi No Sora]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kawamura</strong> on <strong>21-12-2008, 21:09:01</strong>
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				“Here. Swallow this.”<br><br>Liam stuck his tongue out obediently, letting the doctor place the single white pill on the tip of it. He was a smaller man, ‘delicate’, the doctors said, ‘scrawny’ his older brothers (all three of them) said, and ‘quite the faggot’ everyone else said, not even bothering to wait until he was out of earshot. Not that he had to worry about that much anymore. Most of the boys from before and young men he was now around had his same problem. When the doctor turned away to mark something on his clipboard, the man (barely one), face straight, turned his tongue, hiding the little white capsule behind his front teeth. It was bitter, so much so that when he had first started hiding his meds, he had nearly gagged. Over three years, he had gotten good at keeping his expression bland as the thing dissolved. “So, Liam.” The doctor had grey eyes the color of a foggy sky, and his smile was open, kind. There was sympathy, there, and a touch of barely concealed pity. Maybe even disgust. Fake, save the pity and disgust, Liam wagered. <br><br>“Wonderful.” It was difficult, keeping your tongue down low enough when you talked, but three years of practice, and Liam had the art down. He wasn’t prone to theatrics in any case, not anymore. “And he’d been such a cheerful little boy,” his mother would say to the doctors when she visited, eyes red and blurry, making them even more green. He had her same green eyes, red hair, and if they let him in the sun, his same habit of skipping the tan and moving directly to painful skin that matched his hair. “Really, you should try it. I can’t imagine anywhere else I’d rather be.” The doctor shook his head, scratching a few things down on the ever-present clipboard. <br><br>“You do seem to be improving. Your last attempt was, what, six months ago?”&nbsp; More notes. Liam hated the sound of them, scratchy and dry, like this old man’s voice. It was a test he was failing, and failure meant more time in this damned loony bin. Eventually, he would go off his nut, and that’d be that. The twenty-year-old sat back (good God in heaven, he was an adult, when had that happened?), slouching some, eyes still fixated on the thin piece of fake wood and homosexual notes. <br><br>“Kind of you to remember. Still getting a woody from men, though. Can I go back to my room, now?” <em>That</em> earned him a sour look, but Liam was in a sour mood and barely cared. Probably added a good three months of therapy, it had, but he was just getting over a vicious head cold and he wanted to go crawl back under the covers and spit out this pill that tasted of dirty socks and ear wax. Maybe even read for a bit. They let him have books, as long as he asked for the more ‘manly’ sorts, like sciences. He hadn’t read poetry in three years. Maybe that’s why he was surly. Didn’t see the point of it. Three years, and they still hadn’t fixed him. Wasn’t sure they had fixed anyone. It seemed like such a waste. Why not call them ‘hopeless causes’ and just leave them alone? He doubted the meds helped; he had seen several men get fat and bald off of them, but no more interested in the fairer (and proper) sex. <br><br>“Billy.” Liam hated that nickname. Made him sound too young, and the doctor too close. “We’re trying to help you. But this will only work if you let us.” The redhead didn’t say anything, but it must not have been necessary, as the doctor saw something in his expression that lead to: “Fine. I’ll have the nurse lead you back to your room. Ms. Brown?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Is It Treatable, Doc? [Kawamura and Michi No Sora]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>21-12-2008, 21:46:57</strong>
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				"Doctor, he's ready to be talked to. The boy's name is Liam. He's been here for quite some time. The poor thing is still loved by his mother. She comes crying every month to visit him. He's been on the medication for a regular basis, but shows no signs of improvement. He's not even showing the side affects the others show, no balding or anything. In fact, we think he is becoming worse," the young nurse handed the file over to a much taller man, "They think it's time to move him into the adult ward," she didn't sound happy at that. The adult ward usually meant that the patient would be there till the day they died. Very few were cured after being moved to the adult ward, "The illness just seems to be spreading further into his mind. He's even talking horribly to the other doctors. Bluntly telling them that he becomes aroused at the sight of men..." she was soft voiced while saying that, it wasn't a thing for a proper woman like her to say. <br><br>"Don't feel sorry for him, Nurse. You cannot feel sorry for these people. They did this to themselves," he scanned the file as he slipped into his white work jacket and name badge. The man was a well known doctor and very highly respected. He was one of the few in the states that would deal with such people, "If they wanted to be cured, they would be. The treatment works better if it is believed to work. We know it works because we have cured others," many had walked out and lived normal lives, but there were a few that didn't leave unless it was in a casket. <br><br>Dr. Monroe was an average man for these times. Tall, a strong chin, a thin lipped smile, and always wore a wool suit. The suits were a new fashion and he found them rather comfortable. The only time he removed his suit jacket around others was at work to wear his work jacket.<br><br>"Yes, Dr. Monroe. I understand. I'll lead you to his room," she nodded and lead the thirty something old man through the halls. People could be heard talking, crying, whimpering, and all sorts of things. Some were even screaming as they were forced to take their medications, "He's a snippy young man. He's tried to hurt a few of the other doctors."<br><br>"I can handle that," he said sternly. Yes, Monroe knew just how to deal with these ones. He'd done just about every thing from sweet talking them to forcing the pills down their throats. The doctor didn't take lightly to any of his patients that he failed with. It was just so frustrating. Dealing with these sick people was tiring. These pitiful people had caused a few of the gray hairs in his dark brown hair, "These cases are given to me because I know how to deal with their kind," he said with a sneer. <br><br>Once at the room, the nurse nodded her head to him lightly and walked off to take care of some other things. Her heels clicking softly as she left. With a smile, he unlocked Liam's door and pushed himself inside. Monroe was glad for what he saw laying on the plain hospital bed. A young man, no older than twenty-five at the very most. A slender body and ruby red hair. Red hair was such a rare trait. <em>Very nice...</em> he thought to himself, <em>I know just what treatment this young man needs...</em><br><br>"Liam, I am Dr. Monroe. You will be treated by me now. You're being moved to the adult ward and will have a few new things to do in life. The medication will stay on the schedule it's on now, but you will not have large therapy sessions anymore. We'll even allow you access to the library here in the hospital," he walked over and held his hand out with a soft smile on his strong face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Is It Treatable, Doc? [Kawamura and Michi No Sora]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kawamura</strong> on <strong>23-12-2008, 19:00:15</strong>
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				((At parents' house, so I'm a bit slow. ))<br><br>During the day, the hallway had a near constant level of noise. Three years, and one knew it intimately. Footsteps, the sound of carts, low voices, sometimes crying from a visitor or&nbsp; a resident. Every once and awhile, you got a scream, or a loud, muffled thump. Two people’s footsteps pulled themselves out of the regular din, a man and a woman’s. After all, who couldn’t recognize the sound of heels? Not that Liam understood the point of them. He remembered his brothers catcalling after a woman in heels. He hadn’t been interested then, had he? Liam laid there, listening, trying to get a few snatches of the conversation before one or both of them came in. <br><br>Only a few words, but he could certainly hear when the conversation ended. The woman (nurse, of course, visitors didn’t talk so much in hallways) had left, he had barely heard that over the sound of the man opening the door. Liam flung his arm over his eyes, trying his best to look like the convalescing patient. <br><br>Well. At least this one called him Liam. The redhead didn’t uncover his eyes, and certainly didn’t take what he assumed was a proffered hand, instead responding with a grunt. He was too busy thinking on the doctor’s other words. Adult ward, eh? God was a sick bastard. The young man had asked to be labeled a lost cause and left alone, but not in this fashion. More like being left alone outside. Bloody hell. That’s what he got for not being specific. Damned bastard. This was the same deity, after all, that demanded Isaac and killed off Job’s kids. <br><br>“No more Thompson, then?” Thompson was the other doctor, the one he had been seeing since he’d been first institutionalized. Back then, he had been polite enough to use titles, but not now. Blasted quacks, they were, he was sure of it. And worse, quacks that thought they were doing the good and right thing, like the priest he had had back home, who liked girls younger than the Virgin Mary. <br><br>He moved his arm a little, peering over thin, rangy muscle to examine the new doc. God. The guy could be a politician or a TV anchor, he could. Young, but with just a touch of grey to make him look <em>distinguished</em>, and broader in the shoulders than Liam. “The adult one, eh, Doc?” he asked, voice mostly steady. He was going to be here forever, then. Maybe if he played along, he’d get out of here. “How’s the diagnosis look?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Is It Treatable, Doc? [Kawamura and Michi No Sora]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>23-12-2008, 20:12:29</strong>
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				((It's the holidays, that happens. No worries. ^_^))<br><br>Monroe watched how the boy reacted and allowed him to speak. He pulled Liam's file out from under his other arm when he realized that his hand would not be shook, "You've been here for three years. You're past the age of eight-teen and that means we need to move you up into the adult ward," basically that meant that nothing was working and they were deeming him a lost cause, but not releasing him back into society, "Dr. Thompson has been relieved of your duties. He feels that he's done all he can for you and that nothing more in his knowledge can be done. I've spoken with your parents already and they both agreed that the next best step would be to have you placed into my care. I'm one of the top doctors in my field and I intend on curing you," he said with a smile and set the file folder down before walking closer to the bed,<br><br>"Currently the diagnosis does not look well. You've been on steady medication for three years and that should have taken care of it. So that means Dr. Thompson was foolish enough not to check to make sure you'd really taken the medication," the man smiled as if he knew that Liam had been spitting out the pills, "From now on you will be made to take the pills and you will be checked after each dosage to make sure you have swallowed it. Many patients try to hide the pills because they don't taste good, so we'll just keep an eye on you. You'll get a new room when we move you. A nice one with a bigger bed and a nice view of the court yard," Monroe sat down in a chair in front of the bed and looked the boy over.<br><br>"You still find the idea of a naked man attractive from what the other doctors have told me. We'll fix that though. We'll find out whatever in your brain is broken and get it all fixed up. Doesn't that sound nice?" he reached up and ran his fingers through his hair before sighing softly, "I know most think that the adult ward means you will be stuck here forever, but most of the patients in this building don't get my treatments. Instead of group sessions, I will set up private sessions for you," Dr. Monroe had a few other patients with private sessions, "During those you will be allowed outside the building, though you will be supervised by me. How does that sound, Liam?"
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