Silver Falls Asylum

Chapter Seven

The only person allowed in Gaara's confinement cell was the nurse, for obvious reasons. She seemed to be confused on whether or not she should thank him. Not wanting to confuse him on what was right and wrong, but still she realized it was in her defense. Two guards accompanied her inside the bright, white room claiming that after the other day he couldn't be trusted.

"I find it easier to communicate with my patients when I don't have huge men following me around."

"We must take precaution ma'am." 

"I don't care about your precaution, I feel safe enough to be in a room alone with my patient now stay out." She was a little unsure of where this newfound liking for risking her life came from, but she just assumed it came with the first few days of the job. The men nodded and allowed her to enter the white padded room alone as they stood outside.

"Gaara, Are you ready for your physical? If so, please stand up." She instructed after glancing at him in the corner. She watched the cross-legged red head rise to his feet and face her. His eyes were a bright yellow from the 24 hours of pure florescence-or so she assumed.

"I'm going to need this straight jacket removed.."

She hesitantly nodded in agreement before removing it and tossing it to the side. He seemed to note her tension and add, "Relax, I'm all out of energy today."

"Do you feel ill?" Her hand found his forehead and she recorded no temperature. "What are you feeling?"

"Just tired..all of this light is .."

"Not what you're used to." She finished for him and began her examination. She started with his height. "Alright, ummm.. wow, it says here that you have grown an inch or so.. you're now 6'3."

"Tch." A smile crossed her face briefly. "Are you active about your daily routine? Exercise any?"

"Sit ups sometimes.. depends on what I have at my disposal."

"Have any allergies?"

"I shouldn't be."

"I'll test you to make sure. Do you experience any fatigue or dizzy spells? Any bouts of nausea or sickness?"

"No."

"How about your weight? Can I weigh you?"

"I guess..?"

"You're mostly muscle right? You're healthy looking."

"Ummm, I-"

"Have you had any anger problems as of late?"

"Not that I-"

"That would be a  yes - how about sleep? You look dark around the eyes."

"Insomnia." Gaara blinked and looked around silently. He hadn't felt much like being sarcastic or just being himself that day. He didn't feel well at all, but he wasn't going to tell her that. She would stick him with a bunch of needles.

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A few days after Gaara's thorough inspection there was a different type of survey going around. It was straight from the Nurse's station and the warden's office. It mostly asked about STD's and all that other sex related bullshit.

Gaara sat by the door in his straight jacket and waited for the guard to bring him his own copy of the survey. So many plans of escape were running through his mind, he didn't know which to choose. So, instead of selecting the more difficult route he felt lazy and settled for slipping by the unsuspecting guard and out the door he had so carelessly left open. He shot a smart remark over his shoulder and slammed the door shut making sure it locked.

Meanwhile, down in the nurse's station, the pink haired woman was signing the papers as they came in and out while reorganizing her prescription shelf. Keeping up with the entire asylum was proving to be a bitch. She cleaned the entire office and organized drawers until she felt her feet would fall off and her back would break. Unaware of the trouble sitting on the counter behind her, watching quietly, she stretched and popped her back.

"Feel better?"

"Yes, actually that was heavenly."

"Sounded like it. I like the office, looks good."

"Thank you, it took me like four h-" It dawned on her that she was supposed to be alone in her office. She turned on her heels to face her intruder- no one was there. "Okay..?" The nurse looked around carefully examining the area and found absolutely nothing. "I'm going to lose my mind.." With that being said, she returned to what she was doing and found all of her previously organized prescription bottles lying in a mess on the floor and her pictures had been removed from the walls. While now frozen in both fear and shock she ran her hands through her hair and tugged tightly. Her mind was racing as she tried to convince herself over and over that she was alone and that nothing out of the ordinary had just happened- she didn't hear a voice, it was all her imagination. She needed rest- yeah- rest.