Harold Finch's Niece(person of interest fan fiction) Ch. 1

Ch. 17

We arrived at the psych ward around 4:55. Finch grabbed my bag and led me to a desk. "Kiley Anderson for the weekend stay." He rubbed my back and smiled. The receptionist typed it in the computer.

"Who referred her?"

"Dr. Robert Smith."

"Okay" the receptionist typed it in and looked at me. "You're in room 302." She handed me a schedule. 

"Follow this sweetheart. Trust me this weekend will go by fast. Go get settled in your room." I turned to Finch and hugged him.

"I'll be here at 5 pm sharp, okay?"

"Okay" I said hugging him again. I left the waiting room, turning around once to see if Finch had left, he did. I made my way up to the third floor and found 302. I threw my bag on the bed, noticing the lack of a window. God damn this is for real.

I looked at the schedule for tonight and tomorrow. Tonight there was a dinner in the cafeteria and a mixer to meet people. The mixer wasn't optional. Tomorrow it was group therapy, 1 on 1 therapy, testing, and a free hour until dinner. 

I looked around the room. It was white tile walls, cold floors, very plain. This is the way to help me?

A nurse knocked. "Come in" I said. She entered.

"It's time for dinner, follow me." I did, but remembered what happened at the hospital with Sara. I stopped. "Come on sweetie' the nurse motioned for me to come. I reluctantly obeyed, now scared.

She led me down a seeminly endless hallway, making a sharp left and an immediate right. It led into what I presume is the cafeteria. It looked just like a school lunchroom. It had a line where you get your tray with different foods and you sit down at one of the round tables with friends or by yourself if you were me in Tennesee.

I got in line and was handed a full tray. I said thank you and went to an empty table in the back. I sat down and started eating the mashed potatoes. I looked around and saw no body come my way. Thank God. I moved onto the green beans when I heard a familiar voice.

"Can I sit here?" I looked to see Root, holding a tray of food.

"Ummmm.......sure I guess?" I was confused? what was Root doing here?

" I thought you would like some company."  She opened her milk and started drinking it.

"Did my uncle send you?"

"No I sent myself. I told Harold I wanted the weekend off."

"He agreed? He didn't think that it was wierd the weekend he needs to decide whether or not he wants me is the same weekend you need off."

"He wants you, Kiley. He does, Harold just wants you to get better. He knows it's been tough on you lately."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better. The second it strikes 5 pm Sunday he won't show up."

"He will, Kiley. Harold will probably show up at 4 pm Sunday.

I rolled my eyes at her and kept eating the bad green beans.

"Did you look at your schedule for tomorrow?"

"Yeah why?"

"I hope we have the same schedule."

"Wouldn't that be a joy."

"Oh stop, you sound just like Shaw when I first met her." Another eye roll.

"Kiley Marie Anderson" Root said in a low hushed voice that sounded angry. "We are trying to help you out here. Please accept it." I flinched away. Root turned normal again. "We all care about you, we want the best for you." She shoulder-hugged me. "Your uncle Harold loves you and he really does care about you but he doesn't appreciate your cold shoulder."

"What cold shoulder?"

"We've saved you and now we're trying to help you move on in life but you treat it as a joke. You constantly say stuff that hurts him and he thought he failed when you tried to run away. You are constantly saying that he doesn't really care about you and the sorts, I don't know if you realize how much you're hurting him." I stay silent, letting the words run through my mind.

"Did you see in the free hour, if you have a visitor you can see them?"

"No I didn't."

"Well you are going to have a visitor tomorrow. Expect it Kiley." Root left taking my now empty tray back up to the cafeteria counter. I watched her walk away, thinking about what she had said. That I was hurting Finch. The more I thought about it the more it made sense. I suddenly felt terrible, really sick to my stomach. I got up and was excorted to a large room where the mixer was being held.

The mixer ended at 9 sharp. I didn't talk to anyone, I couldn't find Root anywhere. 9 pm came soon enough and I went back to my room. I took my sleeping pills and fell into a deep sedated sleep.