Orphan in Limbo

Infirmary

"H-How is possible Odette to being conveyed in an infirmary, Sister?" The German emigrant enquired with a raspy, firm German accent, accentuating on her exclamation.

"One of the most vicious patients got the keys for her ward by unlocking it by dragging her off her cellar and a handful hours later I found her in the infirmary." The young blonde commented by exhaling uneasily as she couldn't help, howsoever, feeling her cheeks heating by emphasizing the word infirmary.

"I hope she isn't viciously hurt my baby girl! She doesn't deserve it." The former sister of the church felt her knees weak even her frail skeleton being eletroshock, due to the immense panic which built its bricks by slowly falling on her knees though Timothy was there to alleviate her even in the toughest moments. 

"Jude!" Fortunately, it was the former man of the cloth who snaked his strong arms around her waist by persuading her to raise, whereas Elsa was quietly sobbing to herself and Massimo was wiping the tears away of her ruddy, puffy eyes. 

"What if she's in coma? What if she doesn't even wake up?" The Bostonian bewailed hysterically by wriggling in Timothy's grip. 

"She's unconscious but I can assure you she's still alive, ma'am!" The young sister assured the hysterical Bostonian, whilst Elsa was sinking into her husband's embrace by letting his muscly, strong arms brace her upper back as his chin was on top of her lowered head.

"Oh thank God! We should check her immediately at any cost!" The panic that invaded the middle-aged woman was exceeding as Frank and Mary Eunice ushered them to follow them, whereas the both couples zinged up to the both staff members of the facility without reluctance and delay.

"Shu, shu, shu, my angel! Odette is going to be alright. She's a strong girl and will overcome any trouble which she has been through these tough years." Massimo opted to soothe Elsa by embracing her as they walked away from the women's wing hallway as her sobs ebbed though the horde of the adults' hearts sunk.

"It's okay, my rare bird! How the sister said, she's yet alive though her critical condition." The younger man pecked a loving, deep, feather kiss on Jude's milky temple as she relished the forehead kiss by frequently blinking, muffled mellow moan which was heaven from the top of her lungs. 

A handful of minutes later after pacing by descending the Stairway to Heaven as the visitors followed the nun and the security guard altogether, the frenzied wails of patients were inevitable by ringing requiems in their ears. Even more the pungent reeking of urine, heavy medicaments and poor hygiene were toying their sensitive nostrils though they attempted to focus more on their recent quest. To check the love child's condition and spend a couple of minutes with her until they were kicked out of Briarcliff if they violate with the limited time they had. 

What they felt for these wretched, devastated souls, who were institutionalized in one of the most notorious mental hospitals in the Massachusetts's state was delirious compassion, in fact, they receive no visitors and don't receive any quantity of affection, attention which Odette and somewhat Serena got since they are imprisoned there behind the dull, solid walls. How about the remarkable holidays such as Easter, Christmas, New Year and Thanksgiving? They didn't have any families or any relatives with whom to celebrate and share piece of prominent, rejoiced moments even if they're once at least. They're just like godforsaken and forgotten by God human beings, who're destined to stay there until their days are reckoned and when their ethereally eternal, brittle souls leave their mortal bodies by whether being cremated or burried, consequently nobody mourning over their fresh death. 

As Frank and Mary Eunice guided the 4 adults by passing swarm of orderlies, who dragged even the clumsiest or the most zestful patients and nuns, suddenly Frank pushed the infirmary's double door by allowing the visitors enter inside by stepping aside as they expressed their gratitude.