Lee's mind was buzzing with different things ticking over, forming situations and scenario's. Lee's ear were filled with sounds of carers voices, filtering down to Summers voice. Pleading then to let him go, but that only led to her being taken to the other side of the room. Lee's eyes flickered from the floor to Jon. Jon had explained something to Lee so quickly he only caught a few words, something about a meeting every Thursday. What for? why did Jon want to see him? If Jon wanted to speak to him he wouldn't reply as he didn't trust Jon enough to form a trusting relationship. He'd probably freak out over the entire situation as it was with someone he didn't know.

Lee seemed a bit lost for a minute or two as he thought about this, he was interrupted in his train of thought when another patient asked who he was. Lee looked at him and watched as he was pulled away before Lee could do or say anything. Lee started to question himself " Who am i? Who was i to begin with? What have i become?" Closing his eyes tightly he opened them slowly trying to calm himself down, looking over at Summer.
Lee's hand starting to shake again, picking himself up off the floor, He made his way to the sofa avoiding Jon sitting down on the second sofa in the living room. Looking at Jon and then at Summer he crossed his legs lifting them up so that Lee was sitting on his legs. Rubbing is hands together and running his hands over his head quickly. Lee always felt uncomfortable after he had what the doctors at the asylum had named "Episodes"

Patricia glared at Jenny and flounced out of the room in one fluid moment, leaving her cheap perfumey smell behind her.
Evalin calmed down slightly, Jenny was probably the only careworker she could relate to, and she appreciated her help.
"Thanks." She sighed, "I just want to get UP-" But Evalin was cut off by a sudden screaming noise erupting from the room next to her.
Her eyes widened slightly," Go on Jenny, I can manage I just have to wait for the bloody feeling in my legs to return so I can STAND." She said knowingly with a small smile.

Jenny nodded thankfully to Evalin. She wouldn't have left without the go ahead. Leaving was sometimes the worst thing you could do when a kid was recovering but Evalin seemed alright. She stood and rushed down the hallway. The new children were keeping her busy today.

She was surprised to find it wasn't someone new but Billy, cringing on the floor, crawling as if to escape. The way his body was jerking was enough to tell her he was recovering from a dose of medicine meant to paralyze for a short amount of time. He was recovering but his limbs were still having musccle spasms, screaming as he pulled himself across the floor.

"Billy!" SHe called, keeping her voice calm but urgent in a way that would not intimidate him. "Billy, what is wrong?"

She already knew though. Billy was know for his nightmares. It was like he was trapped with someone else in his own mind, a terrible tragedy. "Billy please, it's alright."

Jon hadn't remember how loud the asylum had been. Back in the days when he had been a patient, back in the late 80's, he presumed, it had been a relatively quiet place. He remember just sitting on the couch with his eyes closed, listening to the ticking of the clock and letting it guide his thoughts. It had been calming to him. Every turn was something where he didn't know what to expect, but the clock would always tick exactly the same, all the time, at equal intervals. Now Jon had a watch that did the same thing, though it was considerably harder to hear.

He sighed. Lee was too melted down to really hear him, or at least Jon's words were no comfort. And then there was some random kid interrupting Lee's routine yet again, ohh, great. Jon watched as Lee avoided him and sat on the couch, legs crossed. It was pretty much the same place Jon had occupied so many years prior. if only I could make him understand how similiar we are, Jon thought. He frowned, and sighed, and crossed his arms. Finally he went to a recliner near Summer but not near summer, and collapsed in it. People were still screaming in the background, but it was really just one person now, and his cries were dying down. Jon listened for the sound of the clock.

Finally, tick. tick. tick. tick. every second, calming his newbie nerves and allowing him to concentrate. "I wonder if anyone has really ever listened to the clock before," Jon said aloud, to himself, or to the room, really no one in particular. He silently hoped Lee had heard him. "It's always the same. a tick every second, and then a chime every half hour. It never changes.. it's always constant." Jon closed his eyes and just sat there, kind of trying to become the lay-z-boy he was smooshed into.

When Evalin's legs FINALLY nsuggested she just MIGHT be able to actually stand up on two feet again, (God it had been so long since she'd had to be sedated) Evalin stood up with a scowl on her face.
Her legs were tingling still but that was alright, she'd just have to live with it.
She hurried next door to find out how Billy was, but she could see Jenny was still having some trouble with him.
Evalin caught Billy's eye and gave him a warm, reassuring smile, there was nothign else she could do.
Then Evalin nodded once at Jenny and made her way to the loving room.
"Woah." She stopped dead, her eyebrows arching in suprise, "Who are you?" She asked with a small smile, cocking her head to one side.
She grinend at Lee and Summer," Hello."

Jon opened his eyes lazily. Someone had entered the living space, and he was interested, as he had to be. He wasn't sure who the girl was talking to specifically, but he felt no harm in introducing himself anyway. It was kind of his job to get to know everybody.
Jon stood and made his quiet way around the outside of the living room to the girl. "Hello, I'm Jonathan Giffard." He said in a quiet voice. "Here, uh the living room is kind of off limits right now," He said, and lead the girl down the hall a little ways where their voices didn't seem to fracture the silence so much.

Lee kept glancing cautiously at Jon, He was still uneasy around him but its something he would have to put up with. For now. Running his hands through his hair he stopped when he reached the back of his head. Grabbing his hair at the back leaning forward slightly. He rested his elbows on his head closing his eyes. Listening closely to everything around him, picking up on something the Lee had said about listening to a clock tick. Lee pondered at this statement at the knowledge of this and how stupid it sounded at the same time.

Summer slowly turned a page in her book, without reading so much as the first word on it, still watching Lee and the others on the floor. His reaction to the new guy asking who he was had not been amusing at all, and Summer felt her heart go out to him as he sat there literally questioning who he was.

She lowered her book as he looked over to her, and met his gaze calmly. She was okay, she had Abigail and Autumn to help her when she broke down like this, whereas looking at Lee's current situation, he didn't have anyone. He got up and sat down on the other sofa; Summer moved to join him, but found her path blocked by the guy who'd made her sit in the chair. His arms went around her from behind, and held her back. "Now, now," he hissed menacingly in her ear. What, is this this guy's catchphrase or something? "Can't have you disrupting Lee's routine."
"Get. Off. Of. ME!" she yelled, stamping on his toe and stalking away, throwing herself down on the sofa next to Lee while the carer hopped around a bit. "How you doing?" she asked, her voice sympathetic.

Evalin came into the room, walking pretty well for someone who'd probably just been sedated, judging by her screams. She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement of her greeting, waving cheerfully in her direction before she was lead off by Jonathan.

((OOC: Haha, Mean Carer Guy's coming out in sympathy with me ^^ Sorry it sucks; no brain today))

Evalin raised an eyebrow at him," I don't think that's any of your business," She said calmly, her voice seething authority, too mature for a girl of 16, "Besides, it's my home aswell so I think I should be allowed to roam where I like, youv'e been her for what, 10 minutes? Save it for the newbies Jonathon." She said teasingly, smiling almost seductively at him before turning away and waltzing back into the living room.
Who was this man to stop her from doing what she pleased? It wasn't any of his business. She thought to herself.

Whoa, super defensive. Jon thought. He hadn't really realized how he had come off, but apparently it wasn't well. I'm sure good at making friends, he thought bitterly. It was his fatal flaw, communicating. Sometimes he was brilliant, but most of the time he came off prudish and ignorant.
"Ok, so off limits isn't exactly what I meant to say," Jon back-tracked. "I just thought it would be considerate to give Lee the room for a while, let him calm down. In respect, he continued, "You right that I don't really have the authority to make you do anything, and nor do I intend to order you around. I just want to get to know the people on the floor. And infact, on that note, I'm Jonathan Giffard." He put out his hand for her to shake, or leave hanging, if she wasn't up to it. "And you?" Jon's attentions were divided by the other girl, Summer, he believed, making an uproar. what the hell is up with these crazy-ass caretakers!?

Lee made a "so-so" gesture with his hand, He was doing fine, but he didn't feel fine. His hand shook again clenching it tightly trying to get it to stop. Lifting his head up he looked at Summer, it was nice that somebody cared about him as a person and not just a mental case. Looking away from her slightly lifting his hand up to his mouth, pulling away slightly remembering what happened last time. Lee ran his hand through his hair again he looked at the floor. He noticed that Jonathan left escorting another patient out of the room.

Jenny watched as Billy curled in on himself, sobbing harshly like he was trapped in his own personal hell. She felt immediate concern and sympathy, reaching forward with a steady hand to touch his shoulder. "Billy..." She said with a soft whisper of a voice. "It's quite alright. Everything is safe here. See? We're all your friends." She knelt by him, reaching into her bag and pulling out a chocolate bar. She found that alot of times kids reacted better when, instead of being faced with harsh medicines and vasalines they were treated more like humans than animals, and she had yet to meet a kid who did not enjoy chocolate.

"Come on. Everything is going to be fine."

Evalin turned and raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at him suspiciously, but shook his warm hand with her white slender one, her handshake was firm for a female.
"I'm Evalin." She greeted him, with a small smile," And I know you may mean well but I know Lee...at least a little more than you do, so maybe pushing me out of the room and saying it's off limits isn't the best way to go." She said, pursing her lips to hide a smirk.
"Your just lucky it was me and not one of the others Jonathon Griffard." She said, desperately trying to hide her smile now, she enjoyed winding these new guys up, it was so much fun.

Jon wasn't fooled. He had a hard time taking social cues, such as when to shut up, but he could quite easily see the smile broaching Evalin's mouth, and her tone was classic. He frowned but not in a bad way, in a very 'I know your secret kind of way.'

"Evalin is a pretty name," Jon said courteously. Then kind of regretted it. Clearly Evalin liked to flirt, or at least mess around, and he didn't want to appear as if he was coming on to her. Oh well, it was too late now."Well, I suppose I'm happy you aren't a germaphobe or something. I frequently find myself in the awkward situation of trying to be pleasant in greeting and send someone spiraling because my hand is dirty. Which it's not, but.. Germaphobes, as I said." damn, Jon thought, you're ranting.

Evalin's smile spread across her pretty face, showing off her pointy white teeth, "My name isn't pretty, it's strange- but thankyou, and I know what you mean about germaphobes..." She said with a wry grin, wiggling her eyebrows, "Don't worry, they get used to it." She said, flashing him a startling grin, "So what brings you here then Jonathon Griffard?" She asked, a little flirtaciously, but she was only messing around- it was just her nature.

She saw his hand wavering, his eyes narrowing. The confusion on his face was fighting against him, making him argue with himself over an unseen reason. How she wished she could read her patient's minds. How much easier it would be to know what troubled them, to see what they feared would be that many kids saved.

"You..." She said finally. "...do not have to take it, Billy." She said, taking a guess at what he was thinking. she had read and memorized his file. She knew about his issues with trusting others, especially adults for that matter. "I am not forcing you to do anything. Here." She opened it and broke off a peice, popping it into her mouth as if to demonstrate that it was safe. "See? It's not drugged or medicated or anything, I promise."

"Alright, then." Whatever. "What brings me here?" Jon pondered for the slightest of moments whether he should lie or tell the truth. He didn't want the fact that he was a psycologist to close up the patients. He was here totally to have a relationship with them. So that's what he said. "I'm here to get to know the patients. I used to be a patient, so I Kind of know how it feels to be in here and only know other people who are patients and all the caretakers treat you either like you're two, or and idiot." He paused for a moment. "I suffered, well, I suffer from Chronic depression and Asberger's Syndrome."