A year passed by. Within 6 months he was able to get into med school. Full ride, no less, on account of his...mental health. The Asylum wanted to to tote him as the perfect patient their success story.
He was set to be released.
And so he was. Out in the world, after collecting his mothers sizable inheritance. He smirked. Well now. He was on his way to being a surgeon.
On his way to being successful. And he had money. So all he was missing was-
"Ana!" He shouted, with a small smile.
She grinned. "Well don't you look handsome!" She remarked.
His hair was slicked back and perfect not one hair out of place, his clothing formal, button down white shirt, dark pants.
He smiled.
You can't manipulate me like that, Scott.
"Thanks Ana. I just wanted to say...thank you. For everything. I mean I never would've gotten out of there, if not for you."
"Thank yourself," She said. "You put in the work."
He grinned.
"You know I really am your biggest fan."
She paused. Where had she heard that from? Her brows furrowed.
"Is that so. Well fans leave gifts. I assume that's for me?"
He looked at the box in his hand. "Uh...it is. Actually. Just a little something."
She took it, opening it. "A necklace...oh Scott this looks expensive."
"Well it is. But I've come into some money. And I'll be surgeon soon, so...I though why not spend it on the person who invested so much into me."
"You shouldn't have," she smiled, putting it on.
Scott looked away. "I know this may sound odd. But uh...when I was in there, you helped me get by, in ways, you could never understand. Uh...so if you need anything, and anything at all, please...call me. I owe you more than you can imagine."
You've broken me, Scott.
He looked down. "I owe you more than I can repay."
She smiled, raising his chin. "Oh...don't say that Scott. You don't owe me anything. But if you want to give me something, there could be no greater gift then your success."
He blinked. "Ana..."
She smirked, as his head fell. Poor thing. He was alone in the world, all by his lonesome. The only thing accompanying him was his...very large family fortune.
Which of course, as he was mentally ill, he'd need help managing. Everyone thought she was crazy. Taking interest in the nonverbal man in the straight jacket.
But something about his eyes told her he wasn't gone. He just had somewhere he'd rather be.
So she always came by, the only friendly face in the cloud of white. It didn't hurt that he cleaned up quite nicely.
A handsome man, who would've known?
"Ana...I'm a bit afraid. Of being out there alone I mean."
She smiled, putting on her nice nurse Ana face.
"You're not alone," she took his hand. "I'll be here. You can call me whenever you need. Okay? Ana's here for you."
He blinked. "Morgana."
She frowned. "What?"
"Your name? Isn't it Morgana? Not just Ana?"
Her face froze as she tried to keep a smile on it. She'd never told him that. Even her name tag said Ana.
Easier for patients to remember.
"Such a clever boy. Where did you hear that from?"
He smiled. "Ah...you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
• • •
Ana stared down at Scott who was staring down at the pavement.
"I got a B." He said gently.
Ana bit her lip, her eyes darting away. "Uh...good job!"
He stared up her with horror. "I got a B! As in, not a hundred! As in, failure!"
She purses her lips. "A B doesn't count as a failure that's a good grade and you missed it being an A by half a point so-"
"Which still wouldn't have been a hundred! I mean look at this shit! Are they trying to tell me to just fuck off and die?" He laughed. "Because I'd rather have just gotten an email. This? This is a fai-"
"It's not a failure," she deadpanned.
"An utter failure and I don't don't deserve rights or happiness unless it is wrong. It's wrong. They're wrong," he looked back at this test. "They're wrong. I'm right. I know I'm right."
Ana stroked his hair. "I'm sure you're right, Scott. Why don't you proofread it okay?"
Scott looked up at her, "Do you really think so? You think he's wrong right?"
Ana bent down, "I'm sure at least one of the answers you gave is actually correct."
Scott buried his face in her neck. "Thank you Ana."
She glanced at the clock. "It's late. Did you take your meds for the day?"
He nodded.
"You should head to bed then,"
He pulled away from her. "Maybe you're right. Ana-"
She paused concealing a smile. "Yes, Scott?"
"Uh...since the place is pretty big, if you don't mind, you don't have to leave. It's up to you."
Ana smiled. "You know I do have trouble seeing at night. I'll take the couch, if that's okay."
Scott turned around and so did Ana both revealing the sinister grins they'd been hiding.
"I've got you now."
