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John Miller

I don't need to be here.. The other people do.. Not me.. Them

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a character in “Caroline's Mansion”, as played by PreachingLegionary

Description

Name: John Miller - The real patient
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: He's straight
Illness: multi-personality disorder
Wing: North Wing, newly arrived.
Description: John Miller used to be a tall, slender and handsome man before is breakdown. His hair was always combed backwards and his beard was nowhere to be seen. After the mental breakdown caused by the murder of his 16 year old sister, who had been brutally murdered by their father when John was 31 he snapped and the sorry execuse for a man people see now is thin, empty eyes, his hair is a mess and he's pale.
Personal Summary: I don't like it here, I don't want to share a cell with Mikkael, Jenny and William. Can't I get my own one?
Personality: John Miller could be described to be completely empty and without any life or joy in him. He rarely talks and when he does his voice is monotone and his answers short
History: John grew up with his father and mother in a nice house in Malibu, Los Angeles. His father was a good paid foreman for a large industry and is mother worked as a doctor. Following in his father's footsteps John Miller educated himself in economy and got a job as a consultant to the chairmen of the company his father worked in. He lived a life of luxury but after his sister turned 16 and his mother's passing he noticed his father becoming more and more out of it and often reffering to his daughter as his wife. One time when John came to visit he noticed his father butchering his sister while saying that his wife should be dead and that she looked like his wife. From that time John became more and more depressed and his first new personality showed up. William Baker. After that came Jenny Lynx and Mikkael Borski
Other: John and his ''friends'' just arrived here after the court realized they couldn't charge for the rape and assault on two girls because of his mental state. He was going to be sent to a prison for mentaly insane people but a the lawyer managed to get him sent to Caroline's Mansion where the real John Miller could get his treatment and not be charged for something ''His other mind did''.

Name: William Baker
Age: He ''is'' 42 but since he's actually John Miller it's 36
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, he likes strong dominant women and submissive males.
Illness: ''Oh I'm just here to finish writing my book and keep an eye on John here''
Wing: North Wing
Description: He looks the same as John, but he speaks with a posh british accent and tends to look a little more alive. He also combs is hair back.
Personal Summary: It was indeed very kind of you to take in John here. He surely needs it the poor boy after all he's been through and I'm happy to help out.
Personality: William Baker is a very calm and relaxed man. He claims to have seen most places in the world and written several novels. He's a true gentleman and is never angry, but can be slightly annoyed when people speak to him like he was insane or a child. He's just here to help his friend John and take some time off from his busy party life and finish his book.
History: He met John a few years ago on a bar, that's what John says.
Other: He likes Tea and golf.

Name: Mikkael Borski
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight, he finds rape very exsiting and the thought of hurting someone, a lot gives him a thrill.
Illness: I am not insane!
Wing: North Wing
Description: He carries himself with a thuggish way when he walks and seems to be more muscular in John's mind.
Personal Summary: Piss off... I have nothing to say to you or anyone here. I'm not staying long you can be sure of that!
Personality: People could say Mikkael is a terrible monster and they would be right. He hates women and only sees them as toys untill he grows tired of them. He's also easy to anger and often resort to violence as often as he can.
History: Claims to be a member of the russian mob as an Enforcer and got caught while doing some stuff (Hence the charge of rape and assault) thanks to John's big mouth.
Other: He speaks with a russian accent and actually knows russian thanks to John learning it in college.

Name: Jenny Lynx
Age: 21
Gender: female
Sexual Orientation: She's pansexual.
Illness: She said she had a small mental breakdown thanks to the stressful workplace and needed a time out.
Wing: North Wing, she wanted to stay with the handsome William.
Description: When she's in control she moves her hips a lot when walking and often pout with her lips when she wants something. She has a habit of chewing on her hair.
Personal Summary: This place looks really nice and you all seem very nice too. Could I get a room with a view over the sea? Oh and can I go to the beach later? Do we have a hottub?
Personality: She's happy and giggly and quite the flirt. John manage to actually create a very female voice when he's her.
History: Grew up in New York with her dad. She worked as a secretary for John and she was attracted to him. When he left to come here she became very stressed and eventually wound up here too.
Other: She's afraid of small spaces but not to a panic degree.

So begins...

John Miller's Story

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William was glad the Church part was optional. Frankly the only religious one was John. Days like these made him miss England and freedom. But he was ready give up his time for poor John. Besides, the yank wouldn't stand a chance here without his british friend.

'' Well this is a surprise, I didn't dare to hope for food this good when we decided to come here'' He got himself the grilled chicken and noodle pasta and a cup of coffe.

He gave the chef another smile before turning to look for a place to sit. William didn't mind sitting alone but the ride here and the first talk with the doctors and workers hadn't been too fun. And since John had taken care of the two passing days he hadn't had any time to meet his fellow friends. His eyes stopped at the young girl who sat alone. He walked over to her and noded to the seat across from her.

'' May I?'' He asked and pulled it out before she answered and sat down, better to say sorry then to wait for an answer.

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He smiled back and sipped on his coffee.

'' Indeed, I grew up in good old Oxford. But my name isn't John it's William. I'm here to help join through this rough time actually.'' He cut the chicken and took a bite. He seemed to enjoy it and he gave out a pleased sigh. He then looked back at her.

'' I'm sorry, I didn't get your name Miss? This place isn't too friendly and it's starting to affect my manners. My dear mother would give me a good slap for being so rude.'' He chuckled and took another bite from the chicken and washed it down with another sip of black coffee. This girl was pretty and he hoped she'd be able to avoid Mikkael when he's in his special mood. Lord knows if Mikkael caused any more harm poor John would never be let go.

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William looked at the cute young girl. She wasn't really his taste. He preffered them dominant. But she would fit John perfectly. He decided to give her a serious answer. Her name was interesting. Aztec, how strange. He liked strange names. Exotic and mystical. He would make sure to introduce her to John and Jenny when John woke up. But Mikkael, he couldn't be allowed near her.

''We are all real. I am John's friend and I'm here to help him.. And to work on my book'' He paused to eat some of the chicken and noodles, washing it down with some coffee before he decided to keep telling her.

'' Then there's Miss Jenny. She's John's secretary or was. Before she got so stressed by all work when John left to be treated. Poor girl'' He sighed and sipped on his coffe while his eyes wandered over the cafeteria. One man that just got served food cought his eye. He seemed to be almost in pain when he looked at his food. Dear lord. Poor boy.

He smiled to himself and finished his coffee and wiped his mouth with a napkin. He enjoyed answering her questions. The strange girl. So interesting.

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Hearing a woman's voice, Hans glanced up, an annoyed expression on his face. How could she call him 'skinny'? He was fat, he was bloated. He was a walrus, he was a whale. He was pudgy, he was chubby. He wasn't 'skinny' in the slightest. Was she delusional?!

Oh, right. She probably was. After all, this was a mental institute.

The male stood up, walking over to the trash can. He dumped his tray into it, not wanting them to comment on his diet. Too many people made remarks on it. It was so annoying! Why couldn't they leave him in peace? He handled his weight in a perfectly healthy manner.

Walking back over to the table, Hans sat down a good three feet away from the girl. 

Don't sit too close, chubby. Your waves of fat would probably crush her. We wouldn't want that to happen, now, would we?

He cringed as his mind made jeering remarks, teasing him and taunting him. His gaze drifted over to the knife sitting on the table. If only he could take it and plunge it through his head. Maybe then this torture, this heaviness, might end.

But, no, if he did that, he would never be able to achieve perfection. He would be stuck there, in heaviness, for the rest of his life. Zero would never come; zero would always be an unreachable goal. And that just couldn't be allowed to happen. He had to reach zero. His life depended on it. His soul depended on it. He depended on it, he depended on that dream of weightlessness, that dream of zero.

Hans' vision blurred for a second, black spots appearing in front of his eyes. He was so hungry. He was so strong. He was so empty. He was reaching perfection. Already, he could feel it. The globs of fat melting away from under his skin. Soon. Soon he would be there. If he kept this up, he would reach the fabled zero. 

"I am Hans. Hans Engel," he said quietly, staring down at the table. He figured that, since this girl didn't know who he was, she would probably want to know. Hans never quite understood why people valued names so much, why they always wanted to know them. His was a joke. Who on earth had the last name of 'Engel'? It was such an arrogant last name, at least around people who understood German. After all, how could calling yourself 'Angel', the translation of 'Engel', not sound arrogant?

Hans glanced over to the girl's meal, the delicious scent of the chicken wafting over towards him, filling his nose and lungs. Oh, how he wanted a piece of that chicken, to sate the hunger gnawing at his stomach. Oh, how disgusting it smelled, how it made him want to vomit. How could she stand to eat something so, so nauseating, so disgusting.

You want that, don't you, Fatso? Why don't you ask for a piece? He'll, why don't you get your own, why don't you show them what a glutton you are? You'd love that, wouldn't you, you stupid, fat, lump.

He was empty. He was strong. Hans didn't need food. Food would only chain him, it would only hold him down. Food would be the downfall of him. No, he would stay strong. He would stay empty. He would not succumb. He would stay strong.

Hans glanced around the table. He knew nobody there. They must have been new arrivals, or maybe they just stayed out of his way. 

They probably just stayed out of your way. After all, who would go near a fat ass like you?

Yeah, they must have stayed out of his way. People always stayed out of his way. If they weren't paid to do so, Hans had the suspicion that the doctors wouldn't ever dare go near him either. That would be nice, if he were just left alone. Then he could do what he wanted, he could get what he wanted. He could be free, he could be zero.

"Anyone have some meth?" Of course, they most likely wouldn't have any. Nobody here had any. Hans had to specifically bribe doctors here if he ever wanted any, and, even then, he rarely ever managed to acquire any. The security was just so strict, it was horrible.

His head ached at the though of meth. It had been a while since his last dosage. The withdrawal effects were absolutely horrible. He had to get some more, to expunge those nasty withdrawal effects. Meth made him light, it helped him get closer to zero. It was the only thing that made him have the grandiose illusion of happiness, it was the only thing that actually made him feel good about himself. He needed meth. He needed emptiness. Without either of the two, he would grow weak. With neither, he would die. With both, he would be empty. With both, he would be strong. With both, he would be zero.

His head throbbed. He needed something. No, not something. He needed food. He needed emptiness. He needed to scrape this hull clean, he needed to take every last piece of it away. He needed to scrub himself, scrub himself of fat, of muscle, of bone, of weight. He had to get to zero, he had to be free.

Help. He needed help. He needed to be left alone. He didn't need help. He needed freedom, he needed peace. He needed zero.

Everything always came back to zero. Zero was the diety, zero was the heaven, zero was the freedom, zero was the peace. Zero was the destination. This horror filled life was the journey. He had to stay strong, he had to stay empty, to be worthy of zero. If he didn't stay strong - if he didn't stay empty - he would not deserve zero. He would not be able to reach zero. He had to reach zero. He had to stay empty. He had to stay strong.

He was so so so so so hungry.

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William looked down his empty cup and couldn't decide for tea or more coffee. He then looked up at the girl and gave her a warm smile.

''Yes, we are friends. You're such a charming little girl I can't wait to introduce you to John and Jenny.'' He said and looked around for a place to get tea while the girl called out for someone. Probably the pained thin man. Poor man, he made him think of John and how he's started to eat less and less. Good thing there wasn't anything wrong with William's own appetite.

He execused himself and said he would just get himself some tea and left the table. Soon he returned with a steaming cup of tea. Citrus Tea. He sat down again as the thin man pulled out a chair for himself, sitting quite far away from them.

'' Hey there, I'm William. Hans Engel you say? German then'' He gave the man a smile before sipping on his tea. John didn't tell him people would be this friendly here. A bit socially awkward. The whole place was that. But it didn't matter, it was just nice to have people other then John or Jenny to speak to.

He was so deep in his own thoughts that he barely noticed the plea for meth. It didn't really surprise him at all. People here would probably ask for more crazy things then just meth. This boy was cute though. But a little too skinny for William. Perhaps if he ate something.

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"Yes... I am German..." Hans said stiffly upon hearing William's comment. Hans was the sort of person who never could lightheartedly answer questions unless he happened to be lying; therefore, if he ever seemed at ease in a conversation, people assumed he was lying. "Great Britain... Is near Germany, yes..." He had a very curious way of speaking, often halting his sentences in the middle of saying them, as if he had to think over what he was saying. Sometimes he did actually have to think over what he was saying - considering he often lied to just about anyone and everyone who inquired about his eating habits, and tended to confuse the lies - and sometimes, his speech was just halted purely out of habit. And, sometimes, it was because he simply forgot what he was saying. But, the cause didn't really matter; and everyone just took it for granted that Hans' speech would have multiple pauses and breaks in it.

When Xochitle offered him the cookie, Hans cringed back with such an expression of horror on his face that most people would have thought he was organs or blood, or something else really nasty, not just an innocent little cookie. Quickly, he managed to regain his composure, although he still appeared to be rather frightened. "No, thank... you..." He stated quietly. Oh, how tempting it was to just take the cookie and wolf it down, along with the rest of the food at the table. How disgusting and fattening to cookie looked! He wouldn't touch it with a ten foot long pole.

You want to eat that, don't you! Go ahead, fatty. Take it, stuff yourself. Let the fat invade your body, let it hold you back from your goal. Why don't you? Come on, come on! You know you want to, chubby! Stuff yourself, turn into a bloated whale, let yourself loose. Just do it, come on!

His appetite faded away once again. Well, it didn't fade away. Hans just began to ignore it. He was too fat, he had to stay hungry. He couldn't eat, he couldn't gain weight. He was so... so bloated... so fat... so obese. He had to stay strong. He had to lose weight. He had to reach zero.

There it was once again. Zero. That fable, that myth. That ultimate goal. The one number he had to reach, the number he longed for. Every skipped meal, every avoided bite of food - or, as he thought of it, poison - every time he was strong, brought him closer to zero. He was racing towards zero, he was so close, and yet still so far away. It was a struggle, with these people who were trying to pump him full of fats, these people who had absolute no empathy for him, these people whose only goal was to chain him down to the ground, to hold him with shackles of fat. He had to stay strong, he had to try to break free. With determination, with discipline, he would make it. With emptiness, he would get to zero. As long as he stayed strong, as long as he stayed empty, he would reach zero. He just had to stay empty. If only he wasn't so hungry. If only emptiness was easy to achieve. He would stay empty. Emptiness was simple to achieve. Hunger was a thing of the past. He was beyond hunger. He did not feel it. He refused to feel hunger. Why was the hunger so strong? Why was it so difficult to ignore?

Hans stared down at his lap, one thin wrist resting on the table, his pale, slender fingers tapping out a beat. Who knew what it was? Hans certainly wasn't going to be telling anyone anytime soon. Maybe it was a song, perhaps one that had been long lost in the river of time, and was only surfacing now. Or maybe it was the faint beat of his heart, much like a butterfly's wings, so beautiful and full of life, and yet so weak, so easy to destroy. Maybe Hans was the butterfly, and he was tapping out the story of the life. Maybe one day, he might just fall, his wings torn and fluttering in the air like forgotten paintings. His broken body would sink to the ground, battered and beaten, but his soul would rise up. Maybe this is what would happen if he reached zero. Hans longed to see if that was true, so he had to reach zero. He had to.

The sudden voice startled him to the point where he almost sprang out of his skin. Hans looked up, and saw a man who was most certainly a doctor. Even if his white lab coat was ignored, it was still clear from the way that he carried himself that he was accustomed to attempting to do what he considered 'helping people'. Of course, he was delusional. He had to be, otherwise he would see that what he thought was helping was actually just hindering. All doctors were like this, at least to Hans. All of them thought they were 'helping'. Instead, they were just chaining him down further, they were just holding him back. If they actually could see clearly, maybe they would realise that. Hans had long since decided that, because of this inability to see that their 'help' was actually 'harm', it must be a requirement for doctors to be delusional.

His mind immediately began to spring to ideas. This man - whatever his name was - was probably trying to 'help' him. Hans wouldn't have it! He didn't need to be helped! He was perfectly fine as is!

Who are you kidding, calling yourself 'perfectly fine'? Of course you're not fine! You're fat, you're pudgy, you're plump, you're chubby. You certainly aren't fine, fatso!

Yes, he wasn't fine. He was fat. He was too fat. He needed to eat less; he needed to lose weight. He needed to eat more; he needed to sate this hunger.

At the mention of swimming, Hans shivered. He hated swimming. It was really a rather gruesome sport. Especially when it involved him; him being shirtless, showing off his rolls of fat to all those who were in the pool. Utterly horrifying. No matter what, no matter how hot the temperature, Hans refused to swim. Completely refused.

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William had made his way back to John's room to change into swimming shorts and grabbed a towel and hung it acroos his shoulders. John didn't like to swim but William found it relaxing. And since John had decided to not pop up it was William who wasn't even crazy that had to go to the group therapy, so if he had to sit around with the nutters he'd at least cool off.

'' I wonder if the Doctor will swim with us, charming man. Quite handsome too'' He mused to himself. He was Jenny's type actually but William didn't mind stealing a look at the man.

He was unsure where to go and tried to find the Doctor, only to realize he had no idea where he was. He sighed and walked down the hallway and nearly bumped into Dr. Manson as he rounded the corner.

'' Ah, sorry!'' He grunted as he took a step back.

'' But it's good that I found you Doctor! I have no idea where to go. John never told me'' He gave the doctor a warm smile and picked up the towel that he dropped when he bumped into the doctor.

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William smiled back at Dr. Manson and then frowned.

'' No I'm sorry but John isn't feeling well and Jenny is rather shy.. Mikkael will not be let out'' His voice went dark at the end and hatred filled his eyes as he mentioned Mikkael. But soon he went back to his cheerful self as he walked out the door with Dr. Manson, he gave him a nod and smile as a thanks when Manson opened the door.

He noticed the strange girl again who cried out about forgetting her towel. She had been kind to William and he felt like returning the favor. He reached out and handed her his own towel.

'' Here take mine, if you don't mind of course'' He said and sat down on her left. Looking up to the clouds, freedom. Perhaps one day he and John could be free like the clouds... Perhaps. But first they would need to make John healthy again. Then they could go back to their normal lives.

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"Who wants to begin? For those of you who are new, just say why you're here, then tell us how you're doing today." Naomi looked up. She wouldn't be the one to speak, but this was a good moment to get to know some of the other patients without making unwanted contact. She could pick out the dangerous ones and know to stay away. Dr. Mason was looking pointedly at two of the guys near her. She hoped he wouldn't go for her next. She knew if he asked her directly she'd have to speak. Introduce herself to the other patients and other such nonsense. It wasn't that she didn't want to be friends, after all her chances of ever leaving this place were nonexistent. She'd probably be spending the rest of her life with these people.Naomi shuddered at the thought of spending all those lonely years. Maybe making some friends wasn't such a bad plan after all.

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William had watched the whole therapy thing with little interest. The fact that he was the one sitting here and listening to the madmen instead of John who was actually the sick one annoyed him. The most interesting part was the new doctor. British like William and looked friendly. Well so did Xochitle but her insults at the straightjacket girl proved him to be wrong about that. He was a little surprised Dr. Mason hadn't asked himto go up and talk about himself, who knows maybe he realized that William wasn't the sick one.

He smiled to himself as he watched the others make their way to the pool. Maybe he should go for a swim too? Yes swimming would be nice, but first he wanted to speak to a fellow country man. His eyes moved to the late doctor who conversed with Dr. Mason and smiled. William glanced at the water one more time before getting up from the chair and approach the young british doctor and Dr. Mason.

'' Good day Doctor or Doctors...'' He turned his attention to the new one after giving Dr. Mason a warm smile and nod.

'' I'm sorry I never got your name. I'm William Baker and I'm not really sick I'm just here to help my sick friend John through this hard time. Now I'm rambling. '' He laughed and offered the doctor his hand slowly so he didn't think he was a lunatic going for a throat grab or something silly like that.

It was important for William to make friends here. Then he could introduce them to John more quickly, then John would become better. Thus could John, Jenny and himself live in peace. Perhaps in England? Or maybe Miami. William liked Miami.

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After therapy ended everyone dispersed. Naomi sat still for a second unsure of what to do next. She observed the people around her. The new doctor kept checking his pockets. What´s he hiding? She'd have to find out. She'd gotten so god at pick-pocketing over the years it would probably take him a while to notice anything was missing. Dr. Mason was talking to the new doctor...Dr Stetson. Naomi smiled her most charming smile as she approached them. The MPD patient was standing talking to them. Good, he'd make a nice distraction.'' Good day Doctor or Doctors... I'm sorry I never got your name. I'm William Baker and I'm not really sick I'm just here to help my sick friend John through this hard time. Now I'm rambling. '' She stood between Dr. Stetson and Dr. Mason, so only the other patient could she what she was doing. They were both focused on what he was saying. She bumped lightly into Dr. Stetson and her hand quickly slipped in his pocket and grabbed a handful of tiny objects. She stuffed them quickly into her own pocket and feigned interest in the conversation. She noticed the other patient's eyes on her and gave him a daring grin. You gonna stop me? She quickly slipped away from the small group and went inside. She had to find a place to find her exploits, but she knew they'd search her room first once they started noticing missing objects. She went to her room and pulled the pillowcase off her pillow. She took a little needle and thread she'd swiped from a nurse on the first day and sewed a small compartment inside the pillowcase. There. Perfect. She took the small objects from her pocket and examined them. Pills? A few of them she could recognize as she took them herself,but the rest were a mystery. She slipped them into the small compartment and sewed shut, placing the pillow back inside the pillowcase. She took a towel from her bed. The perfect excuse as to why she had been up here. What exactly stumbled upon with all these pills?

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Desmond nodded at Dr.Masons words “Yes…Yes I know, Some of the patients in the south Wing they just won’t listen to me, and it’s worse here you know…A few of them have been here for five years or more and I’ve just started this job I…” Now he was rambling and mumbling almost inaudibly, the stress of this place was really getting to him, even there in the clear air by the swimming pool, it felt as if Caroline’s antiquated walls were closing in on The Young Doctor. He couldn’t even sleep at night, or stay awake during his late shifts, that’s why he’d taken to nicking the pills…It wasn’t as if he were some sort of addict, he simply needed to stay up, it was for the good of his own patients that he didn’t fall asleep during work…Right?

When a patient he did not recognize, walked up to Desmond saying he was only there to visit, he wasn’t sure what to think, not knowing if Caroline’s allowed that sort of thing. When John or rather William offered his hand Dr.Stetson shook it with his own with small smile “Ah, Well hello there, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Doctor Stetson. You sound like you’re a Londoner or perhaps a fellow Gloucester man such as myself?” the accent although British like his own, was very hard to place.
Desmond looked over at Dr.Mason with a questioning furrow in his brow, was this simply a sick patient lying or did the asylum authorize visitors like that?

At this point Dr Stetson was feeling very nervous and confused, and thinking Naomi had simply bumped when she pickpocketed his pills, the recent Oxford graduate shyed away, stepping back and almost bumping into Drake “Oh! Ah…Pardon me.” He might of added more to this but he did not even know the girls name and before he could finish checking his charts to see if it might be there she was gone.

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Desmond nodded with a mixture of embarrassment and solemnity, he figured the man was a patient but didn't know he was simply talking to one of his many personalities. Dr. Stetson chided himself inwardly, he should have seen the signs of MPD in John.


The girl was a kleptomaniac? What had she taken?! He felt the pockets of his black slacks discreetly…Shit! It was the pills! Desmond's heart leapt in his chest and his palms became cold and clammy. What was he going to do now? What if the girl had already turned him in? what if they were already doing the paperwork necessary to fire him?! He'd lose the job he'd just started at…If he lost the job he wouldn't have a working visa…if he didn't have a working visa he'd be deported to England in disgrace!

The bashful new Doctor stood frozen in place for a moment and then nodded feverishly "Yes! I--! Erm..I have to leave now!" He turned on his heels and started towards the house, almost running, his green eyes looked ready to tear up. Desmond had a way of overreacting to most everything and now he was searching The North Wing for Naomi.

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William didn't have time to make a comment about where he was from or the fact that he ''shared'' a body for the time being with John and Jenny before the almost panic-stricken Doctor hurried away, leaving him with only Dr. Mason. Which he in fact didn't mind. He liked him, he was nice and respected that John needed his sleep. He turned to Dr. Mason.

'' Perhaps.. After dinner there will be therapy won't it? I could ask John to come to that meeting. I'm sure he could manage that.'' He said and his eyes wandered away from the doctor to the pool. Was it even worth jumping in? He had lost the lust to swim while he talked to the two doctors and that nasty girl who had given him a, what he would call a: I'm a stuck up brat what are you going to about it? look. He didn't like here, even though they hadn't spoken with each other. The fact that she had her hand in the british doctors pocket was also a thing that made him distaste her. These good people tried to help sick people like her, they need to be shown respect. He shrug and spoke to the doctor with his eyes still on the pool.

'' John is just so tired... Very tired.. It is a shame. But if he can't come would Miss Jenny do? I'm sure she wouldn't mind going to therapy, she is also sick. Not as John though'' His voice was filled with sorrow, very real sorrow. He seemed to believe that he was in fact a real being and so was the others. His family...

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Xochitle laughed at Kish when she splashed her and hid underwater. When she finally quit playing games and came above water after what seemed like forever, she was close to Kish, and she screamed in her ear. "Kish!" Xoch, snapped at her, ready to tell her to shut up, but when she saw the horror on Kish's face she knew something was wrong. It must be her paranoia The girl thought. Then she heard Kish whisper, but she couldn't make out her words. Something about getting her out of hell. Finally after a long moment, Xochitle yelled for Derrick. "Derrick! Derrick get her out of the god damn pool!" Xochitle scream and reached out for Kish. Derrick reacted immediately and gingerly picked up Kish and set her on his towel, which was laying out on the concrete.

"Kish, Kish focus on me." He said, trying to pull her out of her memory. Xochitle had knelt down beside her roommate. Her face was clear of emotion, but her heart was racing. She wanted Kish to be okay.

"Kish..." she said, her voice was flat, and her face was still slate clean, but she did care.

Dr. Mason smiled at William. "It would be wonderful if John could join us, but I am interested in meeting Jenny as well. What about Mikkael? You seemed to get very upset when I mentioned him before. Are there some hard feelings between the two of you?" Drake asked. Of course, Mikkael was the one convicted of the terrible crimes, and he knew William, although just a character, was in his right mind, and anyone in their right mind wouldn't like Mikkael. Maybe William was created to protect John, that's what it was seeming like to Drake.


Carly was walking by when she saw Dr. Wilde. He must be the knew doctor. she thought and walked over to him. "Hi, I'm Carly. You must be the new doctor.. Wilder, was it?" she asked, getting his name wrong. She stuck out her hand to shake his.

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William froze as Dr. Mason mentioned Mikkael. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists, taking several deep breaths before slowly opening his eyes again. He gave the doctor a weak smile and seemed to slowly but surely relax more.

'' I will never let Mikkael out when there is people around he can hurt? Do you understand that Dr. Mason? He is not like us..'' He said with a bitter tone. He seemed very determined about this, he would probably never ''allow'' them to see Mikkael as long as he's in charge. He sighed and looked up into the sky.

'' I can promise.. That you will meet John after dinner. But you have to promise not to push about Mikkael.. He is too dangerous'' He mumbled as he pulled a hand through his hair and looked back at Dr. Mason. He wanted to see Dr. Mason as friend but he knew that Dr. Mason would in the end be nothing more then a doctor who wanted to turn John's head inside out and bring forth his most horrible thoughts and demons.. and Mikkael.

But if William made John talk to him later today then perhaps Dr. Mason would forget about Mikkael for the time being. He hoped John would be happier today, he said it was bad here but William didn't mind it. John was so negative about this. Perhaps William and Jenny could cheer him up later. The thought made him smile as he gazed into nowhere, forgetting about the doctor.

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"Oh anytime, Wilder." Carly said and smiled at him.

"Yes sir," Caleb said. He was very respectful and he was getting a little nervous now. He knew he couldn't call Timothy by his first name. He'd stick to Mr. Wilde. "I have to go now though. Nice to meet you Mr. Wilde. Carls, I'll see you later." Caleb sauntered off, with his long graceful strides, then he rounded a corner and disappeared.

"Well, I have been here a while. Let's see, I'm 34.. I got here 2 years before Caleb first arrived.." She was talking out loud to herself, knowing Wilde would have no idea what she was talking about. She tapped her finger to her nose a few times, a bad habit of hers that she does when she is thinking. "I got my job when I was 26, so eight years now. Wow, it's been so long. I love it though. I hope you do too," She smiled at him again.


"I'm-- I'm sorry, William, I didn't mean to upset you," Drake said and began getting nervous. "I would hope I wouldn't have to make these kinds of deals with you." He trailed off then tried to gain his confidence. "William, i hope you understand that in order for your friend, John that is, to get better, I must meet Mikkael. I need to know why he was crea--" He cut himself off. "Why he is here. I need to know why he is with John. Trust me, he can't hurt anyone here. We know what he has done, and we aren't going to let it happen again." Drake's words were confident, but his voice was shaking slightly. He felt so uncomfortable speaking to William this way.

"If Mikkael is kept hidden, under the surface, there very well may be the chance that he will take over John. Completely." Drake said. His voice wasn't shaking anymore. It was dark and low. He needed William to understand this. "I want Mikkael gone, just as much as you do. And for that to happen, I need to meet him." His voice wasn't as grim, but his eyes were still set on William, he wasn't being rude, he just needed William to understand.

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William seemed to slowly relax more and more as Dr. Mason spoke. He couldn't place his feelings about the doctor and it made him nervous.

'' You will have to talk with John about that then.. Now if you'll execuse me I'm going to head inside Dr. Mason '' He gave the doctor a forced smile and started to walk away back to the mansion. He didn't feel like being outside no more, he wanted to get some sleep now. He made his way down the hall in only shorts paying no mind to the people around him.

He reached his room which he shared with someone but he wasn't sure on exactly who it was. He would have to ask John about it later. After a deep breath he sat down on the bed and looked around. It wasn't too bad, at least the walls weren't soft like in the movies when a person was thrown into one of them ''cells''. He laughed to himself as he laid down on the bed. If he could get some rest before he was dragged away somewhere else to ''talk'' with the doctors.

Slowly he felt himself dozing off, glad that John would be the one to do the talking for a while. Yes.. Good.. With a big yawn he fell asleep.

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John had woken up from his rest and after changing from bading shorts to some better clothes he'd been ushered to the room where they would have ''free time'' or something. He didn't feel comfortable at all when he walked in. Unlike William his eyes weren't warm and friendly but glazed and emotionless. He didn't walk as upright and seemed to avoid contact as he sat down in the corner of the room more focused on his own hands then the people.

He didn't like it here. He didn't want to be here. He didn't like the people here. But they told him he had to be here and he couldn't say no to a court and the law. But they couldn't force him to like this place. He scanned the room before going back to looking at a spot on the table. The only one he recognized was Dr. Mason, he liked the doctor he was a nice man but it didn't change the fact that John hated to be here and hated the fact that he would probably stay here forever.

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Drake watched Luca walk in, like usual, he didn't seem to be thrilled to be there. Drake understood slightly, Luca really wasn't crazy, something in his brain was just telling him to want toxic things. Luca jsut needed to learn to WANt to fight the urge. "Hi there." Drake said and nodded to him.

"Alright Kish, we can meet together once a day. I'm terrible sorry you feel this way." He looked sadly at the girl he hated seeing people upset, especially people he liked. Kish had been there as long as he could remember and she seemed like a wonderful person. She began thinking of things he could try to help her when she closed her eyes. He couldn't imagine what horrors she'd been through. He smiled at her. "You're not ruining my day, it makes me happy that you really want to help yourself darling." He smiled and reached out to touch her hand.

"Yes let's begin then." He said to Desmond. "Ah, John?" Dr. Mason stood up and greeted him, hoping William kept his word. He took in John, exactly like William looked, but his face was different. He looked tired, and upset. Drake could tell he didn't want to be here. He gestured to a seat, "How are you doing today?