So Long, and Goodnight

18. Acceptance

Chapter 18
Acceptance

POV - Virgil

    It's safe to say that Grandma was not happy when she picked me up, and we remained in silence till we reached the hospital.

    The meeting with Gordon's teacher did not go well, and Grandma was not in a good mood because of it. Apparently this wasn't the first time he'd tried something like this, but it was the first time he'd succeeded.

    From the look on her face, she was about to start tell him off, but she was cut off by some hysterical screaming and crying.

    I took it as a sign to start running, so I did; running down the hall, only to be greeted by the remaining boys on the ward sprinting towards the double doors.

    "What's going on?" I asked, slipping as I rounded the corner.

    "No idea." Was the reply, "We were playing Ludo, then the screaming starts. Just started running towards here."

    In all honesty, it sounded like a kitten being beaten... Or like how Prim sounded when she was screaming at Katniss after she'd volunteered as tribute in The Hunger Games.

    The doors to the ward were opened, and the screaming just got louder. And the sight that greeted us was one I thought I'd never see.

    Scott was trying to hold onto a struggling Jane, while John was failing at his job of calming her down... But it didn't look like she was going to be calming down anytime soon.

    Tears were streaming down her face, she was fighting against Scott's grip, and a small trail of blood was running down both her wrists; dripping onto the floor. Her hysterical screams seeming to get louder the longer it went on.

    "Let go of me!" She screamed, still trying to fight my oldest brothers steel grip on the tops of her arms, "They know who I am. I'm not safe anymore."

    "We'll protect you." John said calmly, "I promise you, I won't let anything happen to you as long as I'm around."

    Wasn't that a lyric from a Sweeney Todd song? Or at least a similar phrase to the lyric from the song 'Not While I'm Around.'

    "They'll take me back. I don't want to go back." Her voice seemed to rise even higher with each word, "That's why I ran away."

    Suddenly, I was pushed to the side by a couple of nurses who ran past me; one of them holding a syringe full of something.

    "Keep her still." One of them instructed.

    "I'm trying." Scott told them breathlessly, "Can't you see that?"

    The second nurse started helping Scott keep Jane from moving around too much, which only worked a little bit.

    What had her so freaked out? She was fine when we left yesterday, and when we had our twenty-minute visit before school. She was even talking about how they were going to be taking her bandages off today.

    Nurse one, who was holding the syringe, then grabbed Jane's hand and plunged the needle into the IV port still inserted into the back of it; and she started going limp almost immediately after the liquid was in her system.

    "What did you just give her?" John asked, pushing past the nurse who'd knocked him out of the way.

    "Versed." He answered.

    The look on John's face was one you never wanted to be on the receiving end of. He only ever used it when he was pissed off or angry.

    "Why the hell did you give her that? We could've calmed her down without having to use drugs, you do know that, right?"