"Patient 13" [Oliver Thredson X Reader]

Chapter 2: "Settling In"

The Year is 1964, Spring, Briarcliff Manor at Massachusetts

Oliver's POV
 

      "Don't tell me doctor you are developing a fancy for her?" I heard Sister Jude state in manner as if she were trying to humiliate me and my attitude towards the frail women who is now my patient.
          "No. I am not." I replied in a sharp, but formal tone. I turned my face towards her and starred into her golden-hazel eyes while smiling a little as if I am telepathically telling her do I look like the type of person to fall in love with some homeless looking broad I just met.
          While turning my head toward the ground for a brief sec the nun stated "Well, I see then." her tone sounding like one of disappointment and dullnees. A voice, only a mother would use on their child to try and make them feel like they did something wrong or should feel guilty about somthing.
          I was able to see this and I walked towards her alittle. My shoes making this clicking sound on the hospitals hard floor and I proceeded to ask the Sister "What seems to be wrong with this patient that she needs to be committed here?" I just wanted to change the topic, I didn't care to litsen to her try and play some psychological manipulation game on me, to try and make me feel like I had done something wrong when really I did nothing wrong to even begin with. She had asked a question trying to embarrass me and I had given her a straight forward answer. What more was there to even say?
          "She is - Well let's say she is pansexual. Now, even I don't fully understand what that is but I know it is not straight and we can't have people like that running around in this society let alone in this town." Jude answers in way that made the patient sound as if she was some slut or filthy being. I watched her face then turn into that same doll-like smile I have come to know so well. It was a fake smile. A smile that somone would make when they are trying to hide their emotions and show they are perfectly fine, but I knew deep down. She was disgusted by just having to state the supposed "diagnosis" of the patient. She then want on, "Look, if you wanna know more about the patient. I'll have my guards send her files up to your office immediately."
          "Up to my office? So I'm on one of the top floors?" I asked with great curiosity and interest.
          "Yes, is there a problem with that Dr. Thredson?" She responded with an agitated tone, a tone that said please for heaven's sake don't tell me you have a problem as well?           Even though there was no problem to begin with. All I did was ask a simple question with a little curiosity. I don't know. Maybe it was the way I said it that put her off, but even if that was the case. There was no reason to respond with such an annoyed temper.
          I shuffled around a little while staring at her, my eyebrows forwarding a little causing my mouth to form a tight neutral, yet, still frowning appearance. "Look, just show me the way to my office now will ya?" I replied back with irritation; trying to hint that I was fed up and getting sick and tired of her condescending attitude towards me.
          "Guard!" She once again shouted without gesturing to any particular guard. She didn't care who was doing her bidding; just as long as somone is doing it for her. I watched as one of the men in that same white suit walked up to her with this neutral emotionaless face.
          "Show Dr. Thredson to his office please?" She requested calmly.
          "Yes Sister Jude." I heard him say in a way that solider would answer his Captain.
          The guard guided me up the stairs of the building to the second floor of the building. The stairs made this creaking sound as my heavy footsteps made contact with them. The railings were made of this smooth Dark Oak that my hand seemed to glide easily on. When looking down at the steps
they seemed to be made of some type of metal material that had these brownish-red stains to them. I couldn't tell if it was dry blood or just rust due to age.
          When reaching the top the guard lead me down a pathway that had many doors identical to one another lined up on it. After passing about few doors he had stopped and I could see the guard was pulling out what looked to be a skeleton key, so he could open the door in front of him. I watched as he proceeded to unlock the door in front of me using the old antique-like key.
          When pushing open the wooden door it made this loud creaking noise that echoed throughout the whole upstairs floor. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed or cared to look, but not a single person looked up. It was like they were so used to the noise and had tuned it out or I myself had heard the sound itself louder than it really was.
          "This will be your office. There will soon be a label placed on your door, but for now you can always put a piece of paper that says your name on it for the time being. Enjoy your stay and if you need anything just holler." The guard had stated in a friendly but formal tone. He then turned to walk away to continue doing whatever errands that needed to be done around the ward. I watched him for a little bit as he continued down the walkway getting smaller and smaller, while still having that same posture like all the other gaurds. They looked and acted like robots, robots that were being controlled by some greater force that nun had put on them. For a sec, I pitied them.
          My head then turned back to my now new office. My body then turning in the same direction my head was facing, I walked towards the door's entrance in what felt like slow motion. A whiff of dust and dry staleness fills my nose as I make my way into the room. Everything was very dusty and the sun shining into the room made visible of all the dust flying in the air. It was pretty big with two huge windows having steel cross-hatched bars on them, so no one escapes or attempts too. I noticed a decently sized old wooden desk placed at what looked to be the center of the room. Cabinets were against the walls from both sides. They were made of different types of material. None of the cabinets matched one another; some were made of metal and some were made from composite wood materials.
          Walking inside I looked down at floor for just a sec to get glimpse of what it was like. It was very worn down and dusty, looked as if no one cleaned it for years or even stepped foot in this room. I strolled over to the two giant windows, so I could catch a glimpse of my view. Surprisingly it was a pretty nice view. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue and the clouds looked like fluffy white cotton balls that I just wanted to reach out and grab. buildings and houses were in neat little rows and columns with some giant square foot patches of grassy green fields filled with farm land giving the area these beautiful shades of tans, greens and browns.
          I heaved a heavy sigh looking down at the land. A sense of nostalgia washing over me causing my mind to think of a time when I was younger and alot more innocent and care free. Oh how I would love to go back to those times, but she, my mother, or what I thought too be my mother took that from me.    
          "Neglectful bitch!" I stated outloud to myself in an agitated tone. Leaving me at that wretched place as if I was a worthless pile of trash.
          Suddenly feelings of anger were brewing inside of me. I no longer was happy looking out that window. I was angry; I was infuriated and almost felt as if i would start to cry due to my anger. That window view no longer giving me feelings of peace, but feelings of hate.
          "Fucking bitch!" I shouted under my breath while ripping off my sterling silver tie clip, and throwing it harshly across the dirty stone tiled floor. I watched as it bounched on the floor slightly then hit the chipped black metal cabinet in front of it. Letting out a heavy sigh; I made my way over to the desk in front of me and sat down on the old worn down office chair that had been given to me.
          Just as I was about to go through the draws of the desk to further examine its content, somone knocked on the door.
          I looked up to face the door and asked in a curious but slightly annoyed tone, "Who is it?"
          "It's me Doctor. I have the diagnosis files you wanted on Miss [L/N]." The voice had said in that same obedient but military tone.
          I knew instantly it was the same guard from before who had showed me to my office.
          "Ah! Come in, come in!" I stated in a more excited tone while gesturing with my hand for him too enter. He opened the door and turned around to gently close the door behind him as if he was in library and didn't want to disturb anyone or the peace of his surroundings. The guard strolls over to where my desk was, placing the file on top of it facing upright in my direction.
          As he left my room I stared at the tan office folder that sat in front of me. Letting out another small sigh I took the folder and placed it into an empty drawer of mine at my hard wood desk.
         Rubbing my face I let out a much heavier sigh than the previous one. I still had to organize my office a little. Quickly turning around to grab the briefcase I had brought with me. I lifted is up and placed it on my desk with heavy a thud. Clicking open the latches and swinging the top over I stopped to stare for a sec at what I had brought.
          Everything was very neat and organized, just the way I liked it. Some ballpointed pens sat in the bottom right hand corner while extra papers and folders were placed not far from them. My old worn down golden name plaque with black Times New Roman lettering sat on the left hand side. Reaching in I grabbed that and placed it on desk facing the door.
          Looking down at my silver Rolex watch the time read 5:00 p.m. Still having four more hours to kill I decided then and there tidying up more of my office would be a good idea to get me started, and to try and make it more comfy. Since, this where I will be working for awhile.

About three and a half hours later

          After finishing dusting the last spot in my cabinet drawers I closed it and stood while making a loud painful grunting sound. I was only 25 but felt as if I was some 70 year old with extreme back pains or scoliosis.
          Once getting upright and straightening my spine out I looked around at the finishing product.
          My beaten up Underwood typewriter sitting neatly on my desk with my three Caran d'Ache ballpoint pens sitting on top of a stack of college rule loose leaf paper. The name plaque still sitting at the front of desk facing my office door, while my brass green banker lamp was on the left side lighting up the desk's appearance with it's filament yellow bulb.
          Feeling pleased with my work, I looked down at my watch which now said 8:55 p.m. Having five minutes till work was over I decided gather up my belongings that needed to be taken back to my house. I grabbed my briefcase and made my way to the door of my office. When getting there and opening the door; I was met with that all to familiar creaking sound. Stopping for a second I looked back my office and let out another exhausted sigh for about the hundredth time today.

       "Might as well get comfortable here, since I'll be here for awhile." I said under my breathe to myself, while looking away from my working area and closing the door behind me to only be met with dark, cold and vacant hall way. A darkness that I had come too familiar with and accustomed too. One, that made me feel as if I was finally at home.
         

They say that home is where the heart is
I guess I haven't found my home
And we keep driving round in circles
Afraid to call this place our own

And are we there yet?

"Are We There Yet?"  By Ingrid Michaelson