Alice's Asylum

Chapter Twelve

"So, Jasper," I sat once again in Doctor Frost's office. He looked very excited and yet nervous at the same time. "You have been doing extremely well in cleaning the rooms. We are very impressed." I nodded.

"Thank you."

"However, I want you to go onto treatments tomorrow. I would like to see how you fare in watching over the treatment of each patient." I didn't know what to feel. He was making it sound like such a big deal but I didn't know if it would be. I didn't know if I wanted to know what went on in those sound proof rooms...

"So today is my last day in cleaning the rooms?" I asked. Doctor Frost nodded. He leaned forward, across the desk.

"You have done well in the job but I would like to see how you do in treatment," Doctor Frost stood up and started pacing the room. He had his hands behind his back and his head held up high. I watched his high and mighty walk. "I will be going on a business trip in two days. I will not be back for a week. I need someone who I can trust to be in charge."

"Me, sir?" Doctor Frost nodded.

"You will be supervised by my deputy but you will be in control."

"Why me sir? Why not him?"

"Because we are both getting old, Jasper. I have not told anyone yet but I will soon be old enough to retire. We have agreed to retire at the same time. I want a fresh young mind to look after this place and run it as I would do. I know you will fulfill my wishes." He patted my shoulder before sitting back down.

"So I will be watching the treatments tomorrow?" Doctor Frost nodded again.

"Yes. We do not administer the treatments ourselves. It is done by another member of staff." I wondered whether the man who pushes the gurneys did that.

"Who?"

"You'll find out tomorrow," Doctor Frost looked at me with a twinkle in his eye before slamming his palm down on the desktop. "Right now run along and enjoy your last day as cleaner!" I ran along. The sweets had been eaten but I had to sneak out several books, a magazine and paper and pencil along with the dirty sheets. I sneaked them to my car with a heavy heart. I knew that the patients would wonder what had happened to their goodies. I felt like I was betraying them. I had gained their trust and now I had to watch as they were tortured more. I didn't know if I could bear that but I had to if I wanted to save them.