Short Recovery -Open-

[chaosmordecai]

Chaos was sitting in the recreation room, a very old-fashion game cube in her hands. The game was Mario, a classic. She was lounging on a couch, leaving no room for anyone else. Her hair was still a little damp from sweat and her hair was still a light greenish yellow fading slowly into a more bluish tone. She had just came back from a sensory deprivation room in the basement. She had a tiny episode a week ago and tried to escape. She had just wanted to see her father.

Every good while Chaos would have a deranged episode and tried to escape. She had a longing to see her father, something she kept bottled up, and sometimes that bottle exploded. And when it did, she would be dragged to the basement kicking and screaming; left there for a long week. She would always come back the same way; hair a bright white from the fear of being left to die, a sore throat from screaming, and a sheen of cold sweat from frequent nightmares. It only took her a little bit to get back to herself once let out though. She considered herself a tough cookie.

She had been let out about three hours ago, and had came into the recreational room about two hours ago. There wasn't quite a lot of patients here, but being around people period was just a blessing to her. She hummed quietly to herself, a song that she hummed a little too often. However, she didn't care since the song really hit close to home with her. She wondered, for the nth time that day, like everyday, where her father was. Was he thinking of her? She was always thinking of him. Chaos smiled as she remembered all the fun times she had spent with her dad. Going to the park, getting ice cream, playing boards games. She was brought out of her thoughts by a familiar tube that played every time she died. She pouted slightly at the little portable game system and started over.

[Garrick Fatale]

The outfit

Garrick's white, leather Adidas scuffed against the floor as he walked down to the red room, flipping through a clipboard with paper. His blue orbs scanned over the information that had been written, not typed, on the sheet. Why people wrote things still was beyond him, but he wasn't the boss around here. He would just have to get used to it.

As he rounded a corner he lifted his head to see where the door to the recreation room was, his blond, shaggy hair lingering in front of his eyes. Once he located the door, he walked right up to it. His superior's patient was inside this room and he was told to go talk to her. This particular patient wasn't really a harm to anyone, her power was so petite compared to others here. At least he had an easy one to deal with. Not like Lucion, or Malice or even Animosity or Junior. Those were the ones he wanted to avoid by any means necessary. Those patients scared him to death, which was probably smart.

He adjusted his white lab coat before entering. As he stepped through the doorway he noticed her sitting on the couch across the room, and all he could see was the back of her head.

...

Was her hair turning blue? Garrick's eyes widened as he stared at her for a moment. When he gathered his composure together, he cleared his throat, hoping that it would disturb her too much.

"Chaos Mordecai, I presume?"

[chaosmordecai]

Chaos was just about to reach the next level in her silly game when someone had said her name. A brown mushroom thingy hit Mario and he jumped in the air, the song of defeat playing. She pouted at the game and then stuck her tongue out at it. She turned her head to see a nurse. They checked up on her every once in a while. He had blond hair and blue eyes. Well he looked friendly enough. She gave him a smile, her hair turning fully blue as she felt his hesitance. She laughed and sat up on the couch so she cold make room.

"No need to be hesitant, I'm not violent and you're not bothering me. The game is rigged I swear." She said setting down the device and patted the place next to her. "Sit down and then you can tell me what I can help you with."

Some patients thought it was weird of her to be so nice to the staff. Some thought of her as a traitor. Some times she wondered herself if she was betraying everyone here by being friendly with the very people who tortured them so. After a while she would shake her head and tell herself that there was nothing wrong with being nice and making the best out of every situation. It's what her dad would have done.

[Garrick Fatale]

He saw her die in the game, stick her tongue out at it, and turn to him. Her hair shaded to complete blue. Okay, this girl was seriously freaky. He should be used to seeing weird things, but this was over the top. What was even more unnatural was what she said,

"No need to be hesitant, I'm not violent and you're not bothering me. The game is rigged I swear. Sit down and then you can tell me what I can help you with."

What the hell? A nice patient? Not likely. He studied her a bit from his position next to the wall across the room as she spoke. He was either going crazy himself, or he was dreaming, or this girl was planning something crazy.

'Eh....fuck it. What's the worst that can happen?' He thought to himself.

He wiped his hands against his jeans and sighed. Garrick walked over to where she was and took a seat next to her. He was still a bit wary of her, watching her carefully, noting every move, every word.

"Chaos, from my understanding, you were in the deprivation room for about a week. I'm actually here to do a analysis of your hopefully newly formed personality. Also, I'm here to take your vital signs." As he spoke he was twirling his rainbow bracelet on his right wrist, "May I have you arm, please, Ms. Mordecai?" He started to pull a blood pressure cuff from his pocket.

[chaosmordecai]

He was staring at her hair. Chaos felt his fear and frowned slightly. Her mood shifted back though when he sat down next to her. She brought her legs up and wrapped her arms around them. With her back to the arm of the couch so she could fully face the nurse, she rested her head on her knees. She felt his wariness. Her hair lightened to a light blue because of the feeling. She frowned a bit at him.

"Stop that. You're changing my hair. Calm down. I'm not gonna bite, kick, punch, stab, maim, or kill you. I'm gonna sit here and let you do your job." She said it with a barely-there firmness. She tried to keep her voice light.

She nearly laughed at his words. "Newly formed personality..." Now she wasn't like most patients, but even she didn't give into the system that easily. Doing so would kill her soul, that's basically what they did here. Tried to make you lifeless. She would never do so. Her father wouldn't like that. She refocused her attention back on the male nurse when he asked for her arm.

"Here you go." She said as she lowered her legs for easy access. She caught him fiddling with a rainbow bracelet and a smile lit up her face. "Wow! You like rainbows too! I love rainbows, hence the rainbow arm-warmers. Can I see it?" She said reaching out for the bracelet.

[Garrick Fatale]

"Stop that. You're changing my hair. Calm down. I'm not gonna bite, kick, punch, stab, maim, or kill you. I'm gonna sit here and let you do your job."

That made him double back. He couldn't believe that there was a single nice patient in this whole building. He continued to fiddle with his bracelet as she continued to speak,

"Here you go." She maneuvered so he had full access to her arm. Usually right about now was when he was either punch in the face, kicked, or nearly killed. Garrick was just astonished that a sweet-candy-like soul existed in this hell. He figured he should accept it and continue his job. "Wow! You like rainbows too! I love rainbows, hence the rainbow arm-warmers. Can I see it?"

She was commenting on his bracelet he was currently twirling. He smiled sweetly and laughed as he placed the blood pressure cuff back into his pocket.

"Of course, but please, be careful. It's a few years old and very special to me." He untied it from his wrist and held it to her palm.

[chaosmordecai]

"Wow! Sweet!" Chaos replied examining the simple, but colorful bracelet.

No asylum staff is ever this nice. It was a rarity. Her hair turned a dark bluish-purple at the gesture. She was happy and felt his comfortable-ness with her. She smiled brightly as she tied the bracelet over her arm warmers. It looked almost invisible and she giggled at the silly thought. Only she would think something as a rainbow bracelet over a rainbow arm warmer would be so cool.

"It's camouflage!" She giggled. She knew the nurse probably thought she had lost it, but she didn't care.

Out of the corner of her eye, Chaos saw him put the blood pressure thingy back into his pocket and sobered up a bit. She still smiled as she undid the bracelet and handed it back. She held out her arm in a sign of submission and compliance. She heard a patient behind her snort in disgust and mumble something about lap dogs, but paid no mind to him. She knew she had to let the nurse do his job, just as she had to do hers. And her current job: complying with most of their wishes so she could get out of here and find her father.

[Garrick Fatale]

Garrick watched her gawk over one of his prized possessions. It made him feel good about having this job knowing that there were kind people among the evil. As he watched her snap it on and compliment it in such a manner made him smile. That bracelet was the one thing he rarely took off, but he knew she wouldn't steal it. He contemplated for a moment about letting her have it, but the thought left just as fast it came.

As she handed it back, he snickered and grabbed it gently. He snapped it back into the place where it had been. This girl wasn't crazy, she was just plain adorable. She held her arm up and waited. He began to pull put the vital equipment and took her temperature, oxygen level, blood pressure, pulse, and respiration's. Everything was as normal as could be. He flipped out hos pen light and examined her pupils. Those seemed normal as well. The only odd thing about her was she had definitively been starved of nutrition and looked a bit sick, but that was normal coming from the deprivation rooms after a week.

As he began taking notes, he spoke to her in a gentle tone, "Would you like to know where this came from?" He tapped his rainbow bracelet with his pen and smiled.

[chaosmordecai]

Chaos held still and listened to everything he said while he did a routine check up. Her eye winced a bit at the light, but besides that no other problems arised. He seemed to think everything was fine. She was not injured at all. Lack of nutrition was normal from being in that room and her pale skin was sadly natural. She wished she did have more of a healthy glow to her skin, but oh well. Not everyone can be perfect. Her hand gently touched her left arm, where a nasty burn resided, at the thought.

"Would you like to know where this came from?"

The question sparked curiosity. Never one to turn down an interesting story, Chaos nodded. "Please." She brought her knees back up to her stomach and took her earlier position. She listened intently.

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((Sorry It's so short))

[Garrick Fatale]

Garrick noted that she touched her forearm where a burn, from the looks of it, was. He decided not to pry at that. He saw sit right up, begged him to tell her practically, and curl back up on the couch to listen interactively.

"Well," He started, it was going to be hard to tell this story, but he figured what the hell? "It was when I was in collage to become a nurse. I had this...friend, his name was Tucker. He was so funny and very handsome." Garrick chose his words widely because the last time he told this story the person he was telling it to laughed in his face.

"Tucker really was an amazing guy and I'll never forget him." Garrick leaned back, closed his eyes, and smiled as he continued, "When we met, we were inseparable. No matter what, we were always there for each other. We were 'Bros', as most guys call each other, but we were more than just that. We connected on a level that no one else did and no one could ever understand it."

Garrick wasn't exactly finished, because he began to get lost in his memories, "Our connection is what kept us together through so much. We were a week from graduating college together. Me with my RN licence and him with his CIT degree. He was good at working with his hands and so was I." Garrick smiled at that part, as if he were hiding something.

"Anyway, a week from graduation he told me, 'Garrick let's...stay friends no matter what.'" He had hesitated for a minor moment and popped his eye open to see of she noticed. "So I agreed. Then the next day, I was going to meet him where we first met....but.... He nearly started crying but held his composure, "but....he didn't....he didn't show and I was all tore up about it. I called him constantly, wanting to know where he was. I didn't know what else to do, I was angry but I panicked. That's when I saw the ambulance and cop cars and fire trucks speed by me as if they were in pursuit, but I knew." He felt a tear roll down his cheek as he stumbled over his words. He leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees.

:I just knew.....it was him. And....I....I couldn't fathom, life without him." Tears were streaming from his eyes as he began to wrap it up, "Sure enough, when I got to the scene of the crime....there was Tucker's car, turned over and on fire. Anxiety overwhelmed me and I ran to the car, but a cop stopped me......I told him who I was.....who Tucker was.....and he....he escorted me to the ambulance....inside those doors....was....was the worse thing I had ever seen in my life. Tucker, my love, my very life was lying on a gurney....completely lifeless. And.....after they cleared the scene and took him to the hospital the officers....they told there was one thing in the car that survived......it was a tiny box....with....with this bracelet in it, with a note. His head hung low as he quietly cried to himself, :The note read: 'Sorry, babe. I couldn't afford a ring, so I made you this until I can get one. Love you forever, Tucker.' To this day.....I still can't love anyone like I did him. I just....can't.....

[-OOC: No worries, babe. =]-]

[chaosmordecai]

Chaos smiled at the warm feeling that started spreading throughout her chest as he began his story. It was clear to her that he was in love. It was such a fulfilling feeling, being in love. It felt like everything in the world was just right, just in that exact moment. When he mentioned being good with hands, she felt like he was holding something back. However, it was not her place to poke around, so she just listened. He hesitated about staying friends and Chaos thought that maybe they were promising to stay something a little more closer than friends.

Suddenly her heart started to hurt, and as he continued on with the story, Chaos could tell why. She felt his immense pain, wave after wave hitting her. Her hair was turning a sickly yellow. As the waterworks started she clenched her hands. She felt a tear slip down her cheek and quickly brushed it away. Soon it got to the point where he was trying to explain, but he didn't have to. She could feel it. She grabbed his hand, seeing as how patients were starting to turn their curious eyes to the duo. She pulled him out of the recreation room and into the hallway. It was empty at the moment.

"Hey now, if you ever want to survive working here don't show them your tears. Patients feed off of stuff like that; it lets them know that they're able to hurt you." She said smiling softly as another tear slid down. "As for Tucker...I'm really sorry. You don't have to try to explain. I could feel your pain. Don't try to sum it into words, it makes it sound inferior to the actual pain. No one should have to go through what you did." She said in a moment of seriousness.

His pain reminded her of her own. She could relate to the loss of a loved one. She had never been in love, but she loved her father with all her might. To have someone like that ripped away from you, it hurts. More than any other kind of pain. She bit her lip, holding back tears now. She threw her arms around the male nurse in a sign of comfort.

"You'll be fine. Time doesn't heal all wounds, but it softens the blow."

[Garrick Fatale]

When Garrick finished his story, Choas had taken him into the hall, which was empty and saved him from humiliation. As he stood against the wall next to the door, he wiped his eyes and sighed. It's been maybe a year since he last saw Tucker and he missed him even more each day.

"You'll be fine. Time doesn't heal all wounds, but it softens the blow."

He simply smiled at her, maybe he'd found a new best friend, but he didn't want anyone to know that this girl was just as soft he was.

"Do you think I could see you tonight on your cell when I deliver meds? There's something I want to talk to you about. But we can't say it out in public."

He awaited an answer and hugged her lightly. After everything that has happened in this place he needed a solid relationship with someone with his attitude. He prayed that she felt the same about it, what they did here was wrong.

"Thank you, by the way. I appreciate it."

[chaosmordecai]

Chaos nodded at his question. "I'm in cell number 88 just in case you can't read that god awful handwriting." She said gesturing towards the clip board. "They put a rainbow 88 on there too, aren't they sweet?" She said giggling. "Ooh what color meds are you bringing me? Sometimes they bring me red ones and sometimes they bring me yellow ones. I prefer the green ones, they taste sweeter. The reds are the worst, they make my stomach hurt and my hair turns white. I don't like those ones at all." She said shaking her head and rubbing her stomach.

She giggled at his thanks and waved it off. It was nothing to her. Helping people felt like a must with her. This nurse seemed to need a friend really. Relationships are good, even in torture asylums for the strange. And Nurse Garrick -she finally remembered to look at his name tag- didn't have one yet. He probably really needed someone to listen to him. She's be his friend gladly. She could use one.

"On a serious note though," She started grabbing a lock of her hair. "Did it go back to normal? I do not look very pretty with yellow hair." Chaos said glancing over the lock and biting her lip.

[Garrick Fatale]

He smiled sweetly as she went on about the rainbow numbers on her cell and the different color meds. This girl really didn't belong here. She couldn't hurt anyone even if she wanted to, she was too loving. Garrick couldn't sense a single bone in her body that held anger or hatred. She was an angel among demons.

"Cell 88. Got it. Now, let me see which meds you'll be getting tonight..." He scanned the chicken scratch on the page as best he could, "Well, what it says here, you'll be getting the Xanax, Alphaprodine, and Hydroxypethidine. Basically you'll be getting quite a bit of narcotics to settle you down."

He felt really bad about doping this girl up like this, but it was doctor's order. The doctors here were ruthless and uncaring. All they cared about were getting their paychecks and causing pain. He'd seen that last one with his own eyes. He shuddered at the memory and pushed it to the back of his brain.

"I'll see you tonight. Mkay?" He hugged her while he spoke.

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[chaosmordecai]

Chaos laughed as Garrick listed her meds. "Those ones make me all loopy, but I'm already loopy. I'm a psycho, all my marbles are scattered. I've always loved that expression. I imagine all my marbles a variety of colors. Those narky thingies though make you really sleepy. Its not very fun, I'm always bouncing off walls; I like to." She giggled.

Chaos returned the hug and said her farewells. She headed back down the hallways humming the same tune as always. She made a couple turns. Lock down wasn't for another couple of hours, but she would head back to her room anyways. When she got there she went straight to her desk. She pulled out a piece of paper and a handful of dull crayons. The art department was seriously lacking and she wasn't allowed to have pencils. Felt-tip markers were her favorite, but these would do. Chaos managed to sharpen the crayons up a bit with the edge of the desk. She then brushed the waxy shavings to the floor and began her letter.

Daddy,
Today I was released from the sensory deprivation room. Thank god. It was very cold and dark in there. I wonder why the doctors here do the things they do. There are alternatives to just torturing us. They could help us get better, even though some of us aren't sick. Just unable to live on the Outside. Well today I met a very nice nurse named Garrick. He wears a rainbow bracelet! It was really cool, he even let me where it! Then he told me a sad story, but it was okay. He's stopping by late, but enough about me. How are you? I remember when..." Chaos wrote on and on, as if she was actually going to get an answer.

Doctors didn't allow mail to be sent out. Well, her doctor didn't, but that's probably a personal vendetta or something. She didn't care. However, she did care about the pile of letters, all in envelopes, that were gathering dust in the only drawer of the
desk. They were all addressed to the same person and she had written one for every day she was here. Well, minusing the days spent in a cell on either the second floor or basement. One day she would be out of here, and she could give them all the her father.