Cameron x Nash Short Stories - cash -

The Funny Farm Part Six

Jack and I stare at each other, I hope I've maintained a calm exterior as if there's absolutely nothing wrong and Nash is supposed to be with me.

His eyes narrow in a calculating gaze as he studies us and but I maintain a steady gaze.

There's nothing to see here, you asshole.

"Wow, Jack! How are you? How's life after Friends been?" I ask him, deciding to pretend there's nothing wrong, that I didn't escape from Friends with Nash.

I mean, now that I think about it. Everyone in Friends knows how impossible it is to escape and I doubt his first conclusion is that not only did I escape but with a catatonic schizophrenic who flips out at any moment and sometimes is resistant to guidance.

"Uh... uhm, good I guess. I've been seeing this psychiatrist since I was discharged and he has me on medication that actually helps me feel better and not like shit, like the other medications did." He replies and to my annoyance he comes up to us and sits down next to us. "How are you?"

I relax a little because his first question was not anything to do with how Nash got to be here, with me.

"Actually really good, the doc at Friends recommended that I come here after Nash and I were discharged. Nash turned 18 while I was there and because he was no longer a ward of the state, they were going to transfer to some shitty group home. I really liked taking care of Nash, I don't know if you noticed us but... they released him to my care. I heard this doctor is the best when it comes to schizophrenia so here we are," I reply in a friendly tone with a friendly gaze.

I guess Jack has no friends because he launches into a monologue about his life and his parents, I pretend to listen and be interested but really I'm just relieved that this is going way better than I expected.

"Nash Grier?" The medical assistant calls out, I wave at Jack and grab Nash's hand. I walk him into the doctor's office and it's empty. I sit him down on the couch and then join him.

"That could have gone a lot worse, baby. I'm so happy it didn't," I murmur and kiss his cheek gently. It would break my heart to lose Nash back to Friends or some group home where he would be abused or neglected.

He deserves the world and I'm prepared to give it to him.

When Dr. Gilinsky enters, I'm surprised because he's a lot younger than what I had imagined him to be.

He doesn't seem surprised to see us both here.

"So Nash here is a catatonic schizophrenic, for how long?" He asks, getting right to the point.

"Since he was five, he hasn't been functional since then. I'm not sure what therapies were attempted before I came into his life but I'm prepared to pay for anything, even experimental drugs or studies." I explain, he has me give him Nash's symptoms and routine in exact detail. I don't leave much out because it could be important, I don't touch on my sexual activities with him because I know it's potentially perverted for people who don't understand it, or to anyone that isn't me really.

"Yes... he has a pretty severe case, most catatonic schizophrenics are functional at least some of the time. He's not and so I'll skip the stuff I usually start patients on and go right to a new drug that was just approved by the FDA. If cost is no issue then that is what I would recommend, I've seen it work on even the most severe cases I've dealt with," he said explains and hope blooms in my heart that Nash will get better.

"Once he's at least partially functional, that is, able to respond to external stimuli, I'll have him start some cognitive behavioral therapy. The combination of the medication and the therapy has the best chance to get Nash to a mostly functional life. Obviously there's no curing schizophrenia but at least his quality of life will be better. I want to see him back in two weeks, just to see how he is doing with the medication," he tells me and I smile widely.