A Fresh Start Book 1

(Chapther Three) - Abused Savior

Abused Savior

Three days had passed without an outburst from Rosie. The obvious reason? The trouble-makers on the hospital staff had taken a few days off.

The bad guys weren't at the hospital to torture her and the rest of the residents, the people who were stuck behind securely locked doors still able to think for themselves, it was they who were the ones that counted their blessings.

Dr. Harcort had examined Rosie the second day after she arrived, and after much deliberation, made notes in Rosie's chart. Putting together a treatment plan, Dr. Harcort decided he could implement it over the next month or so.

He was so tired of using the same procedure for every patient who came in, his version of help couldn't produce the desired results, and realizing this was when he decided to try something new.

Pre-frontal lobotomy had created people in a vegetative state. He want functional workers devoid of the capacity of fighting or talking back.

Last month he read an ad in the paper, someone selling a set of hardly used electro-shock therapy equipment, and cheap too. That very same day he bought the setup.

He purchased his new equipment for about three hundred dollars, and it had arrived this very morning. It came with a maual, and a placard which read -No experience required-, and touted a guarantee to give nothing less than positive results.

The first patient he wanted to practice on was that deliquent, Justin. Now there's a test subject if there ever was one. Besides, if he got it wrong, the guy didn't have any friends or family who would care, one way or the other.

Dr. Harcort stepped up to nurse Joslin's office, wrapped on the door twice, before grasping the doorknob, and entered to hang the patient"s charts on the wall. His notations were clearly visable at the bottom of each clipboard written on a label so they stood out.

After a moment of thought, he added one more line of notes to Justin's chart, then stepped back from the board with an evil grin. All this excitement was making him thisty. Time for some coffee.

Dr. Harcourt walked over to the coffee pot, poured a cup, adding one sugar, and a powdered creamer from the available packets. After placing a slender wooden stick in his cup, he stirred the contents causing the sugar and creamer to swirl around in his cup.

As his brain was unconsciously trying to make patterns out of the spinning clouds in the hot liquid, Justin was fuming in his room, upset that so far all avenues of possible escape had been successful blocked.

As Justin sat down from pacing, and laid back in his bed he closed his eyes, waiting for the sounds which would signify that the automatic locking mechanism was disengaged, allowing him access to the hallway, and the dayroom.

He had changed into his day clothes earlier in hopes of being able to escape, but upon a careful and thorough inspection of his bedroom window, he found it to be completely enclosed as all the others were.

-click, kachunk-... And all the doors on his hall opened slightly admitting the smells of breakfast to drift in. Eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee were on today's menu, however the aromas assailing his nostrils didn't match the words on the bulletin board.

He heard the sound of the new girl's screams, knowing her distress was being caused the orderlies trying to dress her. He saw how Rosie hated to be touched, and thought to himself that she really needed to learn to adapt or theyd put her under again.

Justin didn't know why he was concerned about the girl, after all he sure as hell never gave a rats ass about anyone else before, and that feeling he had when she was brought in still hung in the back of his mind.

It was more like instinct than anything else that drove his thoughts and actions about her. Instinct also told him to respect the new girl and protect her as well.

Rising from his bed, Justin pushed his door open the rest of the way, and stepped out into the hallway. He couldn't take her screams anymore.

Walking quietly to Rosie's room, peering in from the obbservation window set into the door, Justin couldn't believe his eyes. The large man was hitting her in the head with a short length of leather, the weight of a steel bar sewn into the middle of it. All the orderlies carried them in for so called protection. He entered after seeing the orderly's treatment of her.

Rosie had her arms raised, trying to stop the male nurse's unwarranted punishment. When she blocked a head shot, he aimed for other sensative areas like her ribcage, under her arms, and her lower back down by her kidneys.

Racing forward, Justin grabbed the male nurse's arm and dragged him from the room, no easy task since the man in white outweighed him by a hundred pounds or so.

"Knock it off! Stop it!" Justin yelled over Rosie's screams.

"You'll mind your own business if you know whats good for you!", the orderly shouted back in return.

Justin looked down at the male nurse's unzippered pants which had slipped down, exposing the crack of his butt.

"You're a sick puppy, you freak. She's not even legal age, is she?"

"Yeah she is, so mind your own business.", said the orderly.

"Leave her be you sicko.", Jusin retorted.

"I said... Mind. Your. Own. Business!", the male nurse yelled, punctuating the last four words with the swing of his arm. The fall of the weapon left two inch wide welts on his skin. The force of the blows were so strong, the damage happened right through the material of his shirt.

Justin made a fist with his left hand and curled his right palm around it. Thumbs side by side, he drove his arms up, and caught the orderly under the chin, which drove the man backwards. At the same time, Rosie copied Justin's hand configuration,  bringing hers down on the top of the nurse's head.

The male nurse's expression went blank, and he fell to the floor, eyes closed but still breathing. As he went down Rosie thought of the story of Jack and the beanstalk, but Justin could only think of how much trouble they were going to be in.

Justin raced f out into the dayroom, running upto the window where another nurse was typing up her report from the previous evening. Nurse Joslin was just entering into the dayroom after hearing the yelling.

"What's going on this morning. Can't any of you people behave in s civilized manner? All I hear is screaming and yelling.", she said rhetorically.

"That idiot you have for a nurse was beating the new girl, and was planning to rape her.", Justin explained.

"Oh I doubt that. More like maybe you're trying to cover up that Dale was keeping you from doing that to her.", nurse Joslin retorted back at him.

Justin knew at that point he'd be blamed for all the physical abuse on everyone involved unless he could show her the welts on Rosie's body and how it matched the orderly's weapon. He extended his hand out to the wicked bitch of the east, and she stepped back out of grasp range.

"Just come to her room and take a look and her injuries.", Justin told her.

"I'll tell you what we're going to do. You are going to sit down at that table while I call for someone to go to her room and take a look.", she said levelling him with a stare while pointing into the dayroom.

She placed the pen in her other hand down on her report, removed the phone receiver from its cradle, and dialed extension "42". It was nurse Dale's extension, but since it was Dale who was on the floor in Rosie's room, they would be waiting a while.

*-* Well I hope you liked chapter three re-edit. I'll be giving you chapter four as time permits. until then... happy reading!  *-*