FIFTY SHADES OF THEO JAMES

Chapter 6

The next two days passed by in a mess of terrible food, group circles with us talking about our feelings, and 1 on 1 sessions with the therapist Dr. Munroe. I played their game, doing everything I could to cooperate. If I wanted things to work in my favor I had to prove to them that I didn't need to be there.

"Theodore Taptiklis," A woman in a crisp suit wearing designer glasses called.

We were in the middle of "free time" and I had been reading a Christopher Pike novel when I glanced up. Carefully setting the book down I rose to my feet and crossed the room.

"Can I help you?" I asked, glancing down at the fancy leather planner in her arms.

Without a word she turned and walked off down the hall, and I followed. She led me into a conference room of sorts and gestured for me to sit.

Sitting around the table were five or six people, two of them my parents, one the doctor and then two orderly officials.

"We are here to discuss the situation that happened about a week or so ago in this hospital." The woman said after she closed the door.

She turned to the blond hair woman who had an old bruise on her face. That must've been the woman I accidentally knocked out.

"Can you please explain to us who hit you?" She asked.

She glanced over at me. "He did."

I gripped the arms of the chair that I sat in and took a deep breath. I wanted to blurt out that it was an accident, but I knew that it wouldn't do any good. I needed to wait until it was my turn.

"And why exactly did he hit you?" She pressed further.

"Because we had restrained him."

"And why did you and the other staff feel the need to do that?" She asked and then glanced at the other two which were burly looking men.

"Because, he was interfering with the staff who were trying to save a life." She answered.

My eyebrows furrowed, causing a crease in the center of my forehead as I looked at her.

The woman then turned to me. "Mr. Taptiklis, can you please explain why you were interfering? They were after all, trying to save the life of your wife, am I right?"

I nodded my head. "Minutes ago I had just lost our son. When they called a code blue I ran to her room and found her surrounded by doctors who were trying to revive her. I was not at all trying to interfere, I dropped to my knees by the door and began begging, pleading, for her to live. I couldn't imagine losing both my son and wife in the same day. That's when arms grabbed me from behind and ripped me from the room.

"I had no idea who it was, which was why I was trying to pull away. I mean, what kind of person just comes up and grabs a man like that? As I was pulling away I managed to get my arm free and the way that I yanked my arm I had ended up hitting the nurse in the head. Then I was being slammed to the floor. I passed out from some medicine they gave me and then woke up in the psyche ward where they told me that my wife had died, which was a lie. Any of my actions from there on was simply because they told me my wife died, which was a lie." I finished.

The woman who was asking the questions then turned to the room with a smirk on her face. Her eyes then fell on one of the men. "You are the charge nurse from the ICU, am I correct?" She asked.

The man nodded.

"Imagine yourself in Theodore's shoes. Just lost his infant son, and his wife had flatlined. If that was you, on your knees pleading for your wife to return to life and someone grabbed you from behind like that, how do you think you would react?"