Dying to see you(OPEN)

[sidney montgomery merrimore]

Sidney leaned against the wall, slumping slightly and closing his eyes while letting out a sigh. He had not been working here long, but he was already slightly disturbed by what he was seeing. He knew it shouldn't be his business what the wardens what done with the patients, but as a doctor he could see that this wasn't really helping. At all. He shook his head and rubbed his blind eye with the heel of his hand, always hoping that the nerves that were damaged in there would just magically repair themselves if he just applied enough pressure. This is not something I need right now. He slid the hand that was not busy with a clip-board into his pocket and felt for the cell phone that was creating an unsightly bulge there. He had never really used it and didn't give out the number to a lot of people, but he always kept it on him in case of an emergency. He was a psychiatrist and he worked around a lot of dangerous people, he felt that it was always good to keep a little insurance on you.

Sid had come to the isolation rooms as a favor to one of the other doctors. It seemed that there was a patient down here that had misbehaved quite badly and needed to be checked up on periodically. Sidney did not care much for favors, but he wanted to get on everyone's good side here and he supposed that this was the way to do it. What? By being everyone's pack-mule? He silently shushed the voice that sometimes butted into his thoughts that sounded suspiciously like his (ex)wife, Elliot. His hand shot up to his heart and he gently swayed with the thought of her. He hadn't seen her in about six years and he missed her deeply.

Sidney's attention was returned from six years ago to the here and now when a patient banged on one of the doors. There was a small window near the top of the door, but it was eye-level and the patients could see out just as much as the hospital staff could see in. Sidney cautiously made his way over to the door, his gate more of a swish-thump, swish-thump than actual steps because of the leg that had been damaged in the same accident that had damaged his eye. He peered through the small window and was greeted by the sudden appearance of wide, electric blue eyes that popped into the view of the little window with heart-pumping swiftness. Sidney's only show that he was caught off guard was the slight widening of his own faded blue eyes. This was not the patient that he had come down here for, but it was interesting to see someone when they were stripped of everything that made them a human being: rational thought, decency, personal belongings, and a sense of self.

Sid's eyes moved hungrily over the emaciated man that was standing before him. He sure doesn't look crazy.... He unintentionally leaned closer to the thick glass as he longed for a closer medical look at the man. He had worked as a surgeon as well as a psychiatrist for the last five years and it always caught his interest when new things were brought into light, like any good doctor would be. He placed his hand against the cold metal of the door and lost himself in the engaging stare of the eyes that were filled to the brim with insanity.

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[isabella rose xavier]

i CAN feel the PRESSURE !

its GETTING closer NOW !

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Okay so maybe blowing a gasket at the quack in therapy wasn't a good idea and throwing a chair at the them followed by nearby lamp at a warden wasn't very smart either but thats what she had done. Isabella lost her last nerve and in all sense flew off the handle so here she was now. Sitting in a room with big white walls with a door that was locked from the outside with a single panel of glass to see in and out of. Glaring at thin air she looked for something to do - something to occupy herself with doing while she waited for them to decide if she was calm enough to let out. They had stripped her of anything that could have been used as a weapon. Belt, Earrings, Necklace, Shoes and their laces, rings. The only thing she wore now were her knee high socks, a t-shirt and her shorts.

The scars lined her arms and legs, the one on her neck hidden by her hair. Evident proof to why she was locked up in the place to begin with. Temper having brought her to become friends with the damn room she now sat in. Growling under her breath she hit her head against the wall. It wasn't completely her fault she was here - That damn therapist or psychiatrist or whatever you wished to call the person with a fancy degree that said they earned their golden stars and were good for supposedly understanding people. But to her nothing but a nosy quack had pushed that big shiny red button that unleashed her anger and temper.

The wrath reserved for those who ran the place known as hell on earth. She was getting a bit antsy. She was no claustrophobic sufferer but after awhile the over head florescence on the plain white walls began giving her a headache and she had to focus on anything to keep from watching the blinding walls. A scream of frustration left her lips along with a few choice colorful words sent to anyone who was listening as her hazel eyes that were closer to green sparked with anger that was still in her system. Isabella wanted out of this damn room and she wanted out now.

If she could have her way she'd be painting the damn white walls with her crimson blood. Just to give this room some color and then give something the people that had to clean the room something to bitch about. Blood was a bitch to get out of stuff and off. If she recalled, unless by now that neighbor that watched her when she was a younger teenager has replaced the hallways carpet, it was still stained with her blood in front of that bathroom door where she had tried to kill herself. Falling silent from her cursing at every ear that was listening and her trip down wonderful memory lane she heard someone walking in the hall. uneven steps like there was a limp to there walk. Looking up at the blinding lights her head turned towards the door.

Hoping it was someone going to let her out. But to her that was slim to none. Knowing the bastards around here they'd leave her locked up for a few days for their own enjoyment.

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[sidney montgomery merrimore]

Sid kept his stance with one hand against the door and his nose nearly touching the little window in the heavy door. He supposed that the doors were sound-proof, so even if someone was banging and screaming to be let out no one would hear them. If he had cared just a little more Sidney would have shuddered at the thought of it. He merely kept his cool blue eyes on the enraged electric ones and realized that only some metal and a few years of schooling separating himself and this wild man.

Then he heard the string of curses and his eyes at least separated from the crazy man's to look toward the noise. I guess these aren't sound-proof after all. A ghost of a smirk touched his lips as he made his way over to the door which behind the foul words had come. He had refused use of a cane when the accident that had crippled him (but not nearly as bad as it could have been), he thought that it would somehow make his slight disability even more accentuated. Sid was kind of a weird guy, but he had a weird job so that was OK.

He came to the door that he was down here to see in the first place and the ghostly smirk vanished without a trace. He was not very good with the overly loud ones. They seemed to possess all of the personality and enthusiasm that he, himself, lacked. The little emotion he did show was diminished to nothing around them. He sometimes felt like these types of patients drained the life out of him. Sid was much more suited to the quiet ones who just wanted to calmly slit their wrists and end their existence. But, really. How many psychotic patients are meek? He realized that if he didn't like all of the patients then he should, strictly speaking, be a doctor. He was counted on to heal the broken minds of every person that came into his office, and he couldn't do that to the best of his ability if he didn't like some of them.

Sidney unconsciously rubbed his blind eye with the heel of his hand again, aware that he had been standing outside the door to the room with the patient he was supposed to see in it for about 30 seconds. Oh, come on. He could almost feel his wife's hand give him a gentle shove toward the door and what little heart he had went out to his wife, wherever she was.

He unlocked the door and stepped inside, bracing himself on the door-frame because he had learned long ago that you should never open the door to a psychotic patient's room all the way. It pretty much just invited them to escape. Once he was in he painted a professional smile on his tired face and looked to the young girl with orange hair sitting in the room. Christ, how old is this girl? To him she looked to be not even eighteen yet. He cleared his throat softly and began the charade of healing, "Hello. My name is Dr. Merrimore. I am substituting for your usual doctor as he has other things to do. Let's just start of with something simple. Do you understand why you are in this room?" Sidney had not been included on this little tidbit and hoped that she wouldn't see that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing down here, or if he even had the power to let her out if she checked out.

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notes.taken Sorry it took me a couple of days to reply, school has been craziness lately.

[isabella rose xavier]

i CAN feel the PRESSURE !

its GETTING closer NOW !

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Isabella heard the door opening - Maybe she was gonna get out of here. That was likely though she had to play mostly likely twenty plus questions and be a good little cookie to whomever was outside the door. That was likely to happen if it was the quack from earlier. The door open and her hazel green eyes turned and looked at the man who spoke. Well it wasn't the quack from earlier - she most likely scared the shit out of him or he just didn't feel like having something else launched at him which wouldn't happen unless it was her.

"Oh lets see quack upstairs pissed me off called his little ass buddy security guy I tossed a chair and a lamp and now I am in this god forsaken room humming to myself trying not to go insane. Give me a razor I'll do a bit of a paint job."

She said with a slightly bored tone - the end coming out through gritted teeth as she rolled her eyes and crossed her legs in annoyance.

"Of course I know why I'm in here mister quack quack screamed like a little girl when a chair went flying at his head. Then the oh so not scary warden came in and a lamp went at his head mister quack quack is probably cleaning himself up and changing his pants right about now. Pretty obvious he signed on for the wrong job, and the warden is probably laughing about dragging a girl half his age down here to rot."

She said in a venom filled voice before smiling innocently and saying in a sweet voice that ended in a sarchastic tone,

"Care to trade places? I am probably more sympathetic with the people here than you are. You get the awesome hug yourself straight jacket and I get the fancy ass clipboard."

Isabella was in a severely bad mood right now. Soon as she got out of the room she'd probably be fine and dandy once she could go do something worth her time like dancing or drawing. She was in no mood to be sitting here when the doctor brought it on himself by pushing the big shiny red button that unleashed her anger. Pouting she sat forward from leaning against the wall and sighed.

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[sidney montgomery merrimore]

A sigh was heaved as one who deals with either the adolescent or the insane can only heave. Sid knew this type of patient. She thought that everyone was against them and that they were the only intelligent beings on the earth. These type usually refused any help. She talked of slitting her wrists and "do a bit of a paint job." Sid inwardly rolled his eyes. Casual talk of suicide was one of the most disgusting parts of this job in his opinion. He couldn't imagine taking his own life for any reason. The thought had not even crossed his mind when his mother had notified him of his wife's disappearance. It's just foolish and a cry for attention. An old, tired, poor cry at that.

She went into a rant about how the doctor was a little sissy for running when a mental patient was chucking things at him. As if she wouldn't do the same if positions were switched. Sid could already tell that he probably wasn't going to like this girl. Good, because the job wasn't to like the patient, but to heal them. He took a couple of uneven steps toward the girl as she was laying on the self pity at being put down here. He wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up. He wanted to tell her that this was her own fault and that all she had to do was observe all the "normal" people and do what they did and she would be out of here. He hated the self-righteousness that filled her voice when she insulted the warden and the doctor.

Sid pressed his back against the wall and closed his eyes as he slowly sank down into a sitting position. It was difficult for him to stand for a long period of time and the way he was facing his blind eye was toward the door, not toward the girl. He consulted his chart. Isabella R. Xavier. Wonder what the "R" stands for. Sid disregarded it as unimportant and turned his head up sharply at the next bit of sludge that trickled out of this girl's mouth.

"Care to trade places? I am probably more sympathetic with the people here than you are. You get the awesome hug yourself straight jacket and I get the fancy ass clipboard."

His eyes flashed at this and the knuckles on the hand not clutching the clipboard were white. His lips tightened to a thin line and his back stiffened. "Fine, you go around tending to people who shit themselves just to piss you off, people who try to kill themselves for no fucking reason. You deal with smarmy bureaucratic hospital executives and doctors who barely get paid enough to warrant having a bachelor's degree, none-the-less a doctorate. Walk around handling people who are probably only pretending to be 'insane' with kid gloves while they curse you for doing your job.

Yes, you do all of that and I will sit here and get my food handed to me three times a day and a warm place to sleep and all I have to do is behave myself and not chuck things at the doctors and wardens." Sid's voice was calm and even throughout his little speech and his head leaned back against the wall, his legs stretched out in front of him and the clipboard held to his chest with criss-crossed arms. His eyes were heavily lidded but he was just trying to calm himself down. He hadn't let out the frustration and anger out where Miss Xavier could see it, but he could feel it pulsating inside of him. Sid had held back. He hadn't said the bit about moving from state to state, job to job, place to place, trying to find the one thing that would make his life happy again.

Sid rubbed his blind eye with the heel of his hand.

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[isabella rose xavier]

i CAN feel the PRESSURE !

its GETTING closer NOW !

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Isabella watched him and gave a slight smirk as she listened to him speak. She could hear the anger and agitation in his voice. She had pushed his buttons a bit so he probably was just as agitated as she herself was,

"Oh. touchy, touchy....no thank you, you can keep the clipboard, I rather hug myself - but now you know why I chucked a chair and lamp at two staff members here. they pushed my buttons just like i pushed yours. When you do digging on those who don't want to obviously talk hell will surely break lose. Yet all you doctors are the same. Dig for answers, be nosy and don't really help at all, even those who seek it."

She let her greenish hazel eyes bore into him watching him without blinking - something she did quite often. Sometimes she succeeded in creeping the people she stared at, out. While tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with her fingers she began looking at her scars, once removing her glassy stare from him.

"But really. You just did the same with me as I did with that quack and warden upstairs. Just minus the throwing of a chair and lamp. Your welcome to do that though. I just won't scream like a little girl or throw a hissy fit about it. Really after five years you'd think doctors that have been around here long enough would know who shouldn't have their buttons pushed. I may be a saner patient than most but that doesn't mean I've not got a giant red button that shouldn't be pushed."

Falling silent Isabella huffed a bored sighed and tapped her fingers on the floor beside where she sat. You would think they'd at least be nice enough to give you a beanbag or pillow to sit on. The floor was an ass murderer.

"Really I'm a good little girl when I'm not agitated - I was in a much better mood before shoved in here believe it or not... and I was practically giddy and happy like running through fields of flowers happy till the doctor kicked the happy bucket of rainbows and unicorns over, and thats saying something. Especially since I'm according to some depressing as a sloth in a casket."

Her words were a bit of sensibility and non sensibility. The non sensibility ones being those of her own choice that seemed to be creative in their own unique way only someone like her would find cute, would be the only word she could come up with. Hopefully this guy would let her out. She would skip out faster than a bunny on cocaine squealing with delight.

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