Dollhouse | scream series ²

Mockingbird

Life and nature mocked me. Any other time, I could sleep (with the help of strong meds), but today, I awoke to a bird perched on the windowsill of my window that I don't remember opening.

I woke up only hours after falling asleep, still a complete mess. Since then, I've been pacing next to the phone, waiting to hear Sue's voice telling me she was coming for me.

When I'm with her, I'll be able to rest again.

Only no phone call came, and no messages either. I picked up the phone, checking the dial tone to see if it was still there, and that pesky noise greeted me. I placed it back down, sitting on the floor beside it.

I know that sometimes, being a nurse makes Sue busy. She's probably dealing with a patient, and she'll call back when she can. However, she would never ignore or forget about me on purpose.

I'd even taken a shower since falling asleep in my wet clothes yesterday, thinking that maybe time was moving slower because I was so focused on it.

My bags were already packed and sitting on my bed. I knew Sue would try to talk me into staying, and I wasn't usually a quitter, but this—it just wasn't good for me.

Being this close to my sister was dangerous; I'd probably kill her myself.

I was probably being dramatic, but I left what happened two years ago behind me and wanted to start fresh. I wanted to avoid people staring at me like a lab experiment, but that was probably wishful thinking.

Leaving Mickey and even Cici behind was the only negative of dropping out, but it's not like I would never see them again.

Right now, I just want to be with the only person who makes me truly feel better, so I stayed sitting by the phone, willing it to ring.

Back at the facility, Dr. Myers stood at the front of the conference room, her posture as rigid as the tension in the air. The staff, a mix of nurses and other personnel, had gathered quickly at her request, sensing that something was terribly wrong.

The usual hum of chatter was absent; instead, a heavy silence filled the room as everyone waited for Dr. Myers to speak.

She took a deep breath, scanning the faces before her. They had all grown accustomed to the everyday challenges of their work, but nothing like this.

"I have some very unfortunate news to share," Dr. Myers began, her voice calm but edged with sorrow. "This morning, Sue was found in her apartment. It appears she was the victim of a robbery gone wrong."

Gasps rippled through the room, and shocked expressions met her words. Dr. Myers paused, giving them a moment to process. Her gaze was steady, projecting an air of authority and control, but her demeanor had a calculated calmness.

"The police are investigating the incident," she said, "but from what they've gathered so far, it seems clear that this was a tragic accident—a robbery that ended in tragedy."

The staff members absorbed her words in stunned silence. Sue's death was a heavy blow to the entire team. She had been well-liked by everyone, and they all appreciated her no-bullshit attitude.

A nurse in the front of the group, her face pale, raised her hand tentatively. "Dr. Myers, what about Kat? Who's going to tell her about Sue?"

Dr. Myers's expression tightened almost imperceptibly at the mention of Kat. She knew how close Kat and Sue had been, and the potential fallout of the news was not something she could ignore.

The news would undoubtedly be devastating to the troubled girl.

"No one is to tell Kat," Dr. Myers said, her voice firm, brooking no argument. "Kat's mental state is still fragile. The shock of this could trigger a severe relapse, and we cannot afford to take that risk. The last thing she needs is more trauma."

The room fell into a stunned silence. The nurses exchanged uneasy glances, their concern for Kat evident, but they all respected Dr. Myers. As the lead psychiatrist, her decisions carried weight, and her authority was rarely questioned.

Yet, a lingering discomfort was under the surface—an unspoken understanding that this wasn't right.

Sensing the unease, Dr. Myers straightened her posture and slightly softened her tone. "I know this is difficult for all of us. Sue was not just a colleague but a friend. But we have to focus on our work and the well-being of our patients. We will handle this together, as a team."

With that, she ended the meeting, leaving the staff to disperse, still murmuring among themselves. As they left, Dr. Myers remained behind, her expression unreadable.