Psych Ward (Peterick)

Chapter 4

Pete's POV:

'Uhuh, so I can start today?'

'Yes you can come in at 3, your shift starts then'

'Okay, I'll be there' I said and I hung up the phone.

Shit. Its two already. I rushed up the stairs and got in the shower. I had to look fresh on my first day of my new job. It took me only ten minutes and I got out. I got dressed and quickly ate a sandwich.

I was nervous but also very excited. This was my dreamjob. I applied to many psychriatic hospitals but no one wanted to hire me because I was still very young and had no experience. Well yeah, I just finished learning for this job. This wasn't something I always wanted to be. Till I got admidded to a psychriatic hospital myself years ago. I was very suicidal and I attemped which got me in there. At first I hated it but it couldn't have done me any better. There they found out I was bipolar. I got the right medication and the right therapy and I actually got better. Which I hadn't thought would ever happen. So I wanted to help others who are in the same position as I was. I want them to be able to be happy again.

I looked at the clock and I only got 15 minutes left. I quickly put on my coat and got into my car and drove off.

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'So mister Wentz'

'Just call me Pete please' I smiled.

'Pete, you'll be assigned to a couple of cases since their nurse resigned. You'll be the personal nurse of the following' she said the names as she gave me the files.

'Gerard way'

'Joe Trohman'

'Patrick Stump'

All the files were relativly thin except Patricks.

'Why is Patrick Stumps file so big?' I asked out of curiousity.

'Well Patrick has been here since he was 12 years old. He's 18 now. He's very problematic. He killed his parents with an axe. They found him all bloody in his closet. Repeating different words to himself. The police interrogated him but he shut himself off completely. There was enough evidence to tie him to the two murders so they had him locked up here cause he wasn't and still isn't sane enough to go to prison. Patrick also has a split personality. Which probably formed after those murders. His name is Vaughn. He won't be present much, not to us but he's always present in Patricks mind. When Vaughn takes over Patrick can be violent. But mostly he's violent against himself. Somewhere when Vaughn takes over Patrick is still there and he still has a little power left to control Vaughn a bit. I'll give you an example. A lot of times we can notice when Vaughn has taken over Patrick but one day we didn't. Vaughn is out there. Vaughn is loud. Vaughn has a lot of confidence. Patrick is not. Gerard sat at the table in the living room drawing. He probaly said something to Vaughn which he didn't like. Vaughn grabbed a pencil and he was about to stab Gerard in his chest but somehow Patrick took over and he stabbed himself.' The warden explained.

'Wow, poor kid'

'Yeah, he had been stable for a while, till last night'

'What happened last night, if I may ask?'

'Nurse Stacey went to check up on him as she heard him screaming. He was having a night terror. Those are frequent though and so is the screaming. She calmed him down and left. She got called by Joe, your other patient. That he heard him banging loud and that it wouldn't stop. Stacey heard it herself and rushed to Patricks room. She found him sitting in the corner his hands almost pulling out his hair and he was banging his head against the wall really hard. He kept repeating 'shut up' over and over and we assume he was talking to Vaughn. Stacey tried to calm him down but he wouldn't. Three other nurses had to come in and they finally had to sedate him cause he wouldn't stop hurthing himself'.

'H-how is he doing now?'

'We had to sedate him some more. He's asleep now. But the back of his head was pretty damaged. We had to stitch him up cause he had multiple gashes' she told me.

'Can I see him?' I asked. I wanted to see this kid.

'Yeah and you can also introduce yourself to your other two patients, Gerard and Joe' she smiled.

'Okay, thank you' I got up and left the office. The files in my hand. I went to the breakroom and I put them into my locker. I was going to read them later.

First I had to meet my patients.