caged // ambrollins

seth rollins

seth's pov

i have worked for the davenport asylum for several years now and have had many patients. although each patient ive had were a handful, is nothing compared to the patient ive been assigned today.

october 29th, 2018.

i was brought to cage #7701.

there were two layers to the cage. the deeper end of the cage being where my newer patient was held, secured by steel bars. the room outside of it was a little area for the doctors to sit and communicate with their patients.

i looked at the little plate that gave information about the patient.

' dean ambrose '

i was let in through the plexiglass containment and watched as it shut as i took my seat on the little stool.

dean was sitting in a corner as silent as a house at 2 am. i looked at him silently, " mr. ambrose? "

dean turned his head to set his eyes on me, slowly coming to me, " i don't need you. i never needed anyone in this dull-witted world. "

" i just want to help you, dean. " i uttered, knowing i was secured behind the bars from ambrose, but i still felt oddly unsafe just to be within his presence.

i knew what he did twenty years ago. the twelve year old burning house down tragedy.

he hadn't spoken a word after i did. i felt uneasy.

" you want to help me? "

i nodded, but before i could get in a word, he butted in, " thats what they all say seth, then they tell you that you're a useless being with no purpose on this rotting planet. "

i could tell he read my name tag for my name.

i clicked my pen as i rose a clipboard full of questions and boxes to write answers and/or responses.

" is that what your parents told you? "

" none of your fucking business if it's what my parents said. you dont need to know anything about me. "

i refused to back down, " just settle down dean, i want this to be -- "

" ive been in a world of madness and you want me to settle down? i think you might be the true madman here rollins. "

i rolled my eyes a bit as i then moved them to lay back on him. he had a bit of a grin on his face.
he's calling me the madman?

" i'm not the one behind bars ambrose. " i chuckled as dean neared the bars, grasping them, " i swear to god i will throw you in here with me whenever i get the chance. "

i shrugged, knowing that wouldn't be possible.

he was now sitting against the stained white brick wall. i kept a journal with me to write in everyday about dean's status.

day one

it's the start of a new journey for me. i have a new patient. dean ambrose. he caused the fire of his house in '97. he's been locked up ever since, and i can tell he's slowly but surely losing his sanity every second of the day. i want him to realize he can be a better person if he just tries, but as of this point, right now, it will be a struggle, but i see potential in him. he's snarky, but there's a chance i can redeem him.

right now he's alright, not mentally, of course, but physically he's okay, but probably emotionally and mentally unstable. i promise myself, i will make him controllable.

i put the journal down and checked on him again. he's laying down, curled up. i would soothe him, but i don't want my hand bitten off.

it's probably best i leave him be for now. i stand up and prepare to leave as dean looks at me, " finally leaving me alone, huh? "

i nodded as a grin was plastered on his face, " finally, i thought you never would, " i rolled my eyes as i left the plexiglass dome, it slowly closing behind me and locking.

i gave him one last look before making my way back to my office.

he has potential,,,