racefh853629 said:
Bwaha. My thoughts mirror your location. Good question. :lol: For now I'll say their relationship won't ever be the same.
Thanks for the reviews ladies.
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Psych Facility
Scott: Bailey, just listen for a s-
Bailey: WHY DO YOU KEEP BOTHERING ME! Leave me alone! Go back to your stupid job in your stupid city and leave me the hell alone!
Scott: Why do you think I'm here!
Bailey: I don't know, to spy on me!
Scott: Just let me in, Bailey, we don't need to have this conversation in the hall.
Bailey: YOU RUINED MY LIFE!
Scott: You ruined it yourself by getting yourself in here!
Bailey: Go home, stop following me everywhere, Scott!
Scott: For the last time, I didn't follow you. You followed ME.
Bailey: You don't have any problems, you don't even belong here. I get that the food is good and there's free room and board but seriously!
Scott: First of all, it's not free. Secondly, if you had been paying attention in those group sessions, you would know I have a problem.
Bailey: What? You got fired from your job?
Scott: I didn't get fired.
Bailey: Well you haven't worked in years. Did you quit? I mean geez Scott, quitting on your first day of work is kind of stupid. I mean, you even called me to say you wanted to get there early to make a good impression. And then of course you called again at 8:45 in the morning when I was doing my hair. *rolls eyes* I got that you were excited but come on.
Scott: Would it have killed you to pick up?
Bailey: Would it have killed you to wait an hour?
Scott: Yes.
Bailey: *laughs*
Scott: *stares at Bailey*
Bailey: ...OH WAIT! You were in that big building, right? The one that has those levels at the top and then that big pike. A teeny plane hit it.
Scott: *frowns* That's the Empire State Building and that was 1945!
Bailey: Well then what was that other one?
Scott: You mean the World Trade Centre?
Bailey: *rubs chin* No, that's not the one. This one had two buildings.
Scott: The World Trade Centre.
Bailey: No, no that's not the one, these were big and grey. I went in one once, beautiful building. Solid too. *laughs* One of them unsinkable ships, just like Titanic. The pride of New York. You're a proud New Yorker, you should know which ones I'm talking about.
Scott: Okay, I think I need to sit down.
Bailey: Oh, why?
Scott: Because I'm going to throw up.
Bailey: Ew, not on me you're not. Here, come inside, I'll get you a garbage can.
Inside room
Scott: *sits on bed*
Bailey: *puts garbage can on floor* Gosh, you get like this once a year. Is this a back to school kind of thing?
Scott: What?
Bailey: Every September for the past few years, you get like this. You don't even want me to turn on the television. Must be all those back to school commercials. *looks at watch* But it's not September. This is December.
Scott: July.
Bailey: Same difference.
Lori: *walks past, stops* ...What's with him?
Bailey: He's sick.
Lori: Why? What happened?
Bailey: Premature back to school madness.
Lori: *lifts brow*
Bailey: That's why he's here. He needs to get over the madness. Hey is that why you quit your job?
Lori: Which job?
Bailey: Counting numbers for that big company. He was only there like one day. Oh oh I know what'll make you feel better! I learned a new song in group sessions yesterday. Everyone loves songs. *clears throat* IN THE AAAARMS OF THE ANGEL! FLY AWAYYYYY FROM HERE! FROM THIS DAAARK COOOLD HOTEL ROOOOM! AND THE ENDLESSNESS THAT YOU ...SOMETHING! YOU WERE PUUUULED FROM THE WRECKAGE OF YOUR S-
Scott: *vomits*
Bailey: Oh geez.
Lori: *walks in, sits on bed* Way to go.
Bailey: What? It's a pretty song. I thought he'd like it. Okay, I learned a Daughtry song that might lift your spirits. AND THEN I CRAAAASHED INTO YOU, AND I WENT UP IN FLAMES!
Scott: *groans*
Lori: *slaps Bailey* Knock it off.
Bailey: He doesn't like my singing?
Scott: *covering eyes*
Lori: Why don't you go get him a drink of water.
Bailey: Fine. *walks into bathroom*
Lori: *places hand on Scott's back* She sure knows how to lay it on thick, huh.
Scott: *runs hand through hair*
Bailey: *sings, running water* Posters hung on building walls of missing faces, months go by without the cause, the clues, or traces, they're gonna find you, you just believe, do do do do...
Scott/Lori: *look at Bailey*
Bailey: Daughtry's amazing.
Lori: *frowns*
Bailey: *hands over water* I can't help if I have a song stuck in my head. Do you want me to sing you some New York themed songs?
Scott: NO, no, you've done enough.
Bailey: *sits* Then what should I do to help?
Scott: You got a time machine in your makeup bag?
Bailey: ...No.
Scott: Then you can't help.
Lori: Bailey...*grabs paper and pen* Why don't you go down the library in here and look this up. That would be helping. *hands over paper*
Bailey: *looks down at paper* What is this, code?
Lori: Just go.
Bailey: Alright. *stands* But don't puke on my bedspread. *leaves*
Lori: How are you feelin'?
Scott: You know, for the first few months, I was fine. And now this many years later, I'm not.
Lori: The brain is a complicated, unbelievably cruel organ sometimes.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: Do you...remember all of it?
Scott: *looks at Lori*
Lori: Sorry. I was just curious.
Scott: Some things I don't. I don't know how I got out, I don't remember them coming down, I don't remember running. I do remember standing in the middle of the street covered from head to toe with dust and blood. And none of the blood was mine.
Lori: Do you remember what happened right after they hit?
Scott: *looks down at floor*
Lori: *stares at Scott*
Scott: *nods* Parts.
Lori: Do you want to tell me about it?
Scott: Why?
Lori: Because you're never going to get past this if you don't talk about it. That's why you're here and you haven't done that yet. It's been years, I think it's time you dealt with it.
Scott: ...I watched them.
Lori: Watched who?
Scott: They wanted me to come with them. *covers eyes* It was so hot in there. I couldn't breathe. I just wanted to breathe. I...
Lori: You what?
Scott: *sigh* ...Nevermind. It's not important. *lifts head* I appreciate you trying to help but that's not really your job.
Lori: You're not getting the help from anyone else here.
Scott: Neither are you.
Lori: My problem isn't stopping me from living.
Scott: *stands* Well, I shouldn't be living.
Lori: It's not up to you.
Scott: *laughs* What, you believe in fate all of a sudden? Or God?
Lori: I was assuming you did. Well, one of the two anyway.
Scott: I do.
Lori: So what's with all of this 'I shouldn't be alive' crap?
Scott: Nevermind, look, it's getting late and I should be in my own room right now.
Lori: ...*looks around* So should I.
Scott: *leaves*
Lori: What, no goodbye? Goodnight? See you tomorrow?
TBC....................
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Psych Facility, midnight
Lori: *flipping pages*
Krista: *rolls over, sits up* You've been turning pages constantly for two hours. What's up with you?
Lori: I'm reading.
Krista: No one reads that fast.
Lori: I'm worried.
Krista: *lifts brow* I've known you a month. You've never once been worried. You've been deflective, angry, happy, PMS-ee, and stubborn but never worried.
Lori: *looks down at book* Scott didn't seem right today.
Krista: What do you mean?
Lori: Well you know how he usually is. Happy, patient, helpful, down-to-earth, charming...
Krista: *smiles* Someone has a crush.
Lori: Would you be serious here?
Krista: Okay, fine. So what's wrong with him?
Lori: It was just the way he looked at me before he left. I've seen that look in my own eyes. *gets out of bed* Come on, get up.
Krista: Where are we going?
Lori: We're going to make sure he's okay.
Krista: But we're not allowed in the boy's dorm.
Lori: Yeah well we're also not allowed to do drugs, drink alcohol outside or kill people but we still do it. Let's go.
Krista: *puts on housecoat*
Scott's room
Lori: *knocks on door*
Krista: Someone's going to hear us.
Lori: *knocks on door*
Krista: Maybe he's just asleep.
Lori: Yeah and maybe he's not. *knocks on door* Scott!
Krista: Let's just go back to bed, this is pointless. He's probably a heavy sleeper.
Lori: *bangs on door*
Krista: *grabs Lori's arm* Knock it off! If we get caught, you won't be able to get in there in the first place.
Lori: *looks down at knob* ...Do you have any hair pins?
Krista: ...Yeah, why?
Lori: *lifts out hand*
Krista: You're not breaking in.
Lori: It's either that or I kick down the door. You choose.
Krista: What if he's naked?
Lori: I don't care.
Krista: *pulls out hair clips* This isn't going to work.
Lori: *grabs hair clips, fiddles with knob*
Krista: Wow, you're like...good at that.
Door clicks
Lori: *opens door, walks in*
Krista: *follows*
Lori: Scott? *looks around* Scott.
Krista: Maybe he's in the jon.
Lori: *walks over to bathroom, yanks doorknob* It's locked. Scott!
Krista: For all we know, he could be on the can and locked the door so crap like this doesn't happen.
Lori: *pulling on door* Scott!
Krista: Come on dude, we know you're in there.
Lori: *looks down at knob* It has a different lock.
Krista: Does that mean my hair clips won't work?
Lori: *looks around*
Krista: Can you kick this down?
Lori: No, it's reinforced steel.
Krista: *looks at door* ...Who built this bathroom?
Lori: Do you have an ID or something?
Krista: What would I need an ID for?
Lori: *runs over to kitchenette*
Krista: You can't go through his stuff.
Lori: *rummaging in drawer* Look, I understand you live your life soley on principal but right now, that's not really an option. *grabs credit card* Yes.
Krista: You're going to try the credit card thing?
Lori: I once got this to work on the door of the US Embassy. Funny thing is, they didn't have electric gizmos on the front door. Who would have thought.
Krista: When were you at the Embassy?
Lori: *shoves credit card into door*
Krista: Man, I've never seen you this fast. You're like a speedy boat.
Door opens a crack
Lori: *swings door open*
Scott: *sitting on bathtub, holding gun*
Lori: ...
Krista: *covers mouth*
Lori: Scott?
Scott: *lifts eyes*
Krista: How'd you get a gun in here?
Lori: Shh.
Krista: Oh.
Lori: I'm going to come in, okay?
Scott: *looks down at floor*
Lori: *walks in, kneels on floor mat* Do you want Krista here too?
Scott: *staring at floor*
Lori: She's going to go get one of the doctors, okay? I'll stay here with you.
Krista: I'm going to do what?
Lori: Go get someone.
Krista: But then they'll know we were here and we'll get in tr-
Lori: Krista, I want you to keep your voice calm and go get a doctor. Walk, don't run.
Krista: Okay. *walks away*
Lori: You know, I kind of pictured this situation reversed.
Scott: *looks at Lori*
Lori: ...I guess no one really ever has it completely together. *looks at gun*
Scott: *staring at Lori*
Lori: You're holdin' that there gun pretty tightly. Why don't we just relax, loosen the grip a bit. Why don't we...talk.
Scott: What would you like to talk about?
Lori: How about the day I asked if you had any suicidal tendancies and you said no.
Scott: And I told the truth.
Lori: So I guess my next question is, why are we sitting here then?
Scott: *cocks gun*
Lori: Hey hey, whoa, let's just...not skip to part three before we get to part two, alright? *lifts hands slowly* I'm going to get up and sit on the top of the toilet, okay? *stands slowly, sits on toilet*
Scott: That's nice work.
Lori: Excuse me?
Scott: I assume you have some sort of degree in psychology.
Lori: ...Behavioral, actually.
Scott: Do I seem unstable to you?
Lori: No, that's what scares me.
Scott: I scare you.
Lori: That's not what I said.
Scott: It's funny, actually.
Lori: What?
Scott: You having a degree in behaviour. Yet the cuts on your arms speak for themselves.
Lori: Nobody's perfect.
Scott: So you expect to preach to me from some book about how I should live but you're a Shick blade and a Barry Manilow record away from offing yourself.
Lori: ...Oh...kay, I should have seen that one coming.
Krista: *walks over*
Doctor: *walks over* Scott? Can I come in?
Scott: No, you can't.
Doctor: I'm here to help you, Scott. Just put the gun down.
Scott: Close the door.
Doctor: ..Wh-what? What do you mean close the door?
Scott: *blinks* Wow, was that not English enough?
Doctor: Alright, alright, but the girl has to come out here.
Scott: You're going to leave me in here alone behind a locked door. That's some great psychiatry, doc.
Lori: *smirks*
Doctor: Oh. Wait, what?
Scott: Krista, sweetie could you close the door?
Krista: Uh...Okay. *closes door*
Lori: I see you have about as much faith in these 'doctors' as I do.
Scott: It's not their fault. They see something broken, they want to fix it and they want to be the first to do so, so they can pat themselves on the back for doing such a great job. I mean, why are we even here? All they want us to do is write in journals, share our feelings for hours and hours on end, shove everything back in our faces, be one with nature and dance around like we're on some God damned fantasy island. They can't fix me.
Lori: Look, it's normal to be scared, to feel sad, guilty, angry and helpless with what happened. It's normal to have this interfere with your life. It's not something you just brush off and say 'oh well, all in a days work'. But you can't expect someone to snap their fingers and make it all go away. It's a process. These doctors aren't going to fix you, you're going to have to fix you otherwise no matter what these people say, you're going to shut the door in their faces like you just did.
Scott: You're not exactly following this program to a T either. You've probably slammed a few doors in your day.
Lori: Yeah and look where it's gotten me. Now, I don't want to be stuck in a pit of self-misery for the rest of my life until I finally snap and end it for real. I'm finished playing games and telling myself I have excuses for my behaviour. Right here, right now, we have a decision to make because it doesn't get any more real than this. Look at yourself. You're sitting in a locked room holding a gun in your hand and the odds are in your favour this time. This isn't luck, this isn't fate, this isn't God, this is all you. Those people, rest their souls, may not have had an easy or even a fair option, but you do.
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: Please give me the gun.
Scott: *looks down at gun* Do you believe every word you've said?
Lori: I have to.
Scott: ...*nods* Okay.
Lori: *sigh*
Scott: *stands, hands over gun*
Lori: *stands, opens door*
Doctor: *on cellphone*
Krista: *slaps Doctor*
Doctor: What? *looks at Scott* Oh, you're out. And you're alive.
Krista: *hugs Scott*
Scott: Oof.
Krista: *sniffles* Don't do that again, kay?
Scott: *looks at Lori*
Lori: *looks at Scott*
Doctor: Well, this seems to have been taken care of. Although Mister Finch, I am going to ask that you return the firearm to the administration area and that you undergo a small debriefing with myself and two other staff members. We'll figure out the best course of action from there.
Scott: Sure.
Doctor: You should know, you'll most likely be under 24 hour supervision from now on until we determine you're not a threat to yourself or others.
Scott: Understandable.
Doctor: Could you look this way, Mister Finch?
Scott: What? *looks over*
Doctor: I need you to pay attention.
Scott: I am.
Doctor: What did I just say?
Scott: You want to help. I'm 100% there.
Doctor: Good. Follow me. *leaves*
Scott: *walks away*
Krista: We're not going to keep sneaking around tonight, are we?
Lori: No, I think it's past our bed time. C'mon.
TBC................................
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