Psych Ward (Peterick)

Chapter 23

Joe's POV:

I walked over to Patricks room and knocked but again I got no answer. I walked in and started to gag of the sight that was in front of me.

'Patrick...' I sighed as I sat next to him against the wall.

'Patrick, why?'

'I want him to stop, I want him to leave. I WANT HIM TO SHUT UP' he began yelling as he started to tug at his hair.

I grabbed his hands and stroked them with my thumb.

'I w-was doing s-so good, till, till'

'Shhh I know'

'He l-lied to me, Joe, he lied' he started crying.

'He didnt know Patrick. He didnt know. He was promised you wouldnt have to see him. He was promised that and he believed that. It isnt Pete's fault Trick. He cares so much about you. He cares a lot about you. Probably more than himself' I explained and he looked up at me with disbelief in his eyes.

'No, no he lied'

'Patrick you know thats not true'

'But, but Vaughn, he...'

'Patrick, Vaughn is not reall. He's in your head. He's only making you worse. He's the one lying. Listen you got better when he wasn't there right?'

'Y-yes'

'So does he have a good influence?'

'N-no, what are you trying to do'

'Im trying to let you see the reality, look at yourself. Just look at yourself'. And so he did, he started to shake and he breathed quicker.

'I, i did that?, ' he questioned.

'Yes you did, Pete tried to stop you but you slapped him hard'.

'No, no I would never hurt him, I didnt mean to, I'm so sorry, I' he broke down crying and I engulved him into my arms. I helped him up onto his feet and led him to his bathroom. I sat him on his toilet and wetted a washingglove.

'We need to clean those' I pointed at his still bleeding scrathes and cuts on his limbs and he nodded.

After half an hour of cleaning all his wounds I carried him to his bed as he passed out from stress and the lack of sleeping. I softly left his room and walked to my own as I saw Pete walking towards me and he didnt look happy.

'Pete, can you come here for a second' he nodded and rushed over to me.

'Whats wrong?' He asked.

I walked into my room and he sat down in one of the chairs.

'I talked to Patrick and I'm afraid he cant really see the difference between reality and whats inside his head. Vaughn is back and he honestly cant remember hitting you. When I said he did he looked so guilty and in pain. I told him to look at what he'd done and he honestly didnt know he hurt himself so badly. He knows you did not lie, deep inside he knows but Vaughn is poisoning his mind again.' I said and Pete nodded but did nothing or said nothing other than that.

'Hey, whats wrong?'

'The new warden she, she is brining the isolation room back, straightjackets, electroshock therapy, forced medicine'

'What, she can't do that!!?'

'Well appearantly she can'. He spoke defeated.

'No, no, no let me go, noo pleasee, please nooo' someone yelled from the hallways.

Both Pete and I rushed to the door and got out of my room. Patrick got dragged by the warden and a new nurse across the hallway.

'Where are you taking him' Pete yelled.

'Isolation' the warden yelled back as she disapeared around the corner. You could still hear Patrick screaming for his life when it suddenly stopped.