Ash

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This chapter is where Ryan moves to the sanitarium and meets the schizophrenic girl, Ash. Please enjoy! As always, remember to vote, follow my page, and comment ideas.

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When Ryan woke up, almost two days later, his head felt groggy and clouded. The nurse and his mother were sitting on the edge of his bed, his mother holding his hand and the nurse filling up a needle with painkillers. Almost immediately after looking at the medicine, the pain in his chest returned, filling him up to the brim. He began breathing in choked up sounds, and the nurse quickly stuck the needle in his arm, making him immediately go numb. As if his whole body was gelatin. He blinked heavily, his eyes failing to stay open. But he stayed concious long enough to know that the nurse wheeled his bed out of the room, his mother trailing behind.

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For the second time that day he woke up, this time though he was in an ambulance. Although, he found it odd that the sirens weren't wailing as ambulances always are. In the corner, he heard a women speak, softly almost in a whisper. "He's awake," she said. A nurse hovered over his head as the ambulance pulled into their destination, which was still a mystery to Ryan. He turned his head and looked at his mother, who he hadn't realized was there the whole time. She and the nurse grabbed his elbows and pulled him up, forcing him to stand for the first time in four days. Opening the red ambulance doors, he glanced out at an old white, Victorian building surrounded by a barbed copper fence. He turned to look at his mom who was sniffling, tears threatening to fall.

"Where am I going?" He asked. His mom sniffled once again, wiped her nose, and then let go of his elbow. Standing alone now, he looked at him mom who was full on crying, tears brimming and dripping down her face. A couple of men came out of the big oak front doors and passed through the gate by typing in a password that Ryan couldn't see. Like the nurses in the hospital, they were dressed in white but they're faces were not as friendly. They were hard like stone, they're mouths set grimly. "Where am I going?" He repeated as the men drawed closer, his voice more urgent and serious this time. Each one of them grabbed him by an elbow, and his mom threw her arms around his neck.

"I love you, I love you," she repeated over and over again. "I'll visit you every week with your sister, okay."

"Okay," he replied, quietly. 'But where from' he thought. Then he succumbed to the men and let them drag him off, into the depths of the Victorian, white mansion.

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One of the men went ahead and opened the heavy oak door with a gold key hung on his white scrubs. They pulled him into a narrow hallway filled with pictures of old men and women, gold plaques hanging under the paintings. At the end of the brightly light wooded hallway was a small reception desk behind glass panels. A woman in silver bifocals and a bun of curly white hair sat behind the glass, stacking papers. The second man who'd opened the door for Ryan a few minutes earlier rang the bell on the window, whispered to the lady for a few minutes who then opened the door for them, which was hidden on the side of the wall. Ryan walked through the door, followed by the two men, and into what seemed to be a recreation room of a type of hospital. Although, Ryan knew he was crazy he tried to push that thought to the back of his head where he couldn't remember it. But now looking at the abundance of people in pajamas, playing cards or reading, always under the supervision of doctors; the thought began to reappear in his conscious.

A doctor (or so he seemed to be) walked up to Ryan and extended his hand. "Dr. Black, pleasure to be of service to you," Ryan could tell that this line was well rehearsed but he shook the doctor's hand anyway, trying to enjoy his positive attitude. "Welcome to Jones Mental Sanitarium," he said, smiling as if coming here was like going on vacation. The two doctors behind Ryan began to depart and Black immediately jumped into explaining this "fine institution". He started the tour by dragging Ryan out of the recreation room and into another long hallway filled with patient rooms. As Black droned on about the history of the institution and other equally boring things, his voice faded into the back of Ryan's head. Through all the commotion of the day, Ryan was tired and coul feel another spasmic headache coming along. The quiet pound in the back of his head was immediately interrupted by a beeping by the page on Dr. Black's belt. Ryan snapped back into focus.

"Dr. Black, come quick," a women's voice said on the other end. "We have a situation in the recreation room with Patient #52." And with that the page clicked off.

"Not again," Black said under his breath, then he ran down the hallway. "Follow me!" He yelled over his shoulder. Ryan obliged and took off after Black.

Dashing down the hallway, he began to hear screams and wails coming from the end of the corridor. Ending up in the recreation room a horrible sight greeted his eyes. A girl, around his age, was being restrained by the two men that walked Ryan here earlier. She was flailing against them, hair whipping wildly, eyes flickering back and forth, searching. Dr. Black came to a stop beside Ryan, breathing heavily. He yelled some words into the pager before turning to face him.

"Ashley Wilson," he said. "But you can call her Ash, she likes that name." Ryan was almost too shocked for words.

"But what's wrong with her?" He asked, stuttering.

"Schizophrenic," Dr. Black said, bluntly as if it didn't mean anything. Ryan turned back to Ash, who was still struggling. Her honey eyes met his for a mere second, when they did a flash of innocence swept over her face before changing back to the stone cold they were earlier.

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Later on, when Ryan was tucked up in the cotton sheets of his new hospital bed; all he could think about was Ash as her honey-colored eyes bore innocence and vulnerability into his own.

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Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! The plot will only thicken from here, so get excited. Sorry I haven't posted in a while I've been held up by schoolwork and extra-curricular activities. I'll try to post a new chapter sooner next time. As always remember to follow my profile, vote this chapter, and comment ideas down below.

P.S. I only knew what a pager was because of 'Grey's Anatomy'. I'm not even sure if I spelled it right.

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