Code 5150 Part 2 (In-progress)

Code 5150 Part 2

5150-5250: Part 2

Kaidden found it ironic that the place is calm—he dare say quiet even. He thought that E. R's were all about action, frantic talking, confusion and sounds of pain from what he glimpsed on medical TV shows. The receptionist nurse raised her head to greet Annie. Kaidden saw green scrubs with pink dotted flower heads and a clip-on name tag.

"Hi, Jane I'm Annie from sec. B. I'm here to check in a kid in crisis named Chance Garrett." The nurse, of course, noticed them walk in and the officer sit beside the slumping. pouting teen.

"Where are his parents?"

"No show."

"Alright." The nurse register in the reason of stay and handed her a clipboard form to fill out.

Kaidden was idly watching TV ads when an itch pounced on him. The tips of his fingers felt like scratching posts for invisible pinches. He ran his thumbs over each hand and when that ended the itch moved upwards. Guess that bed wasn't clean....great. Now I gotta ask for flea or mite powder.

From fingers, to his neck then his scars. Kaidden tensed. Eyes widening with baffled alarm. Officer Hutson didn't notice his visible start. The right side of his face was doggedly itchy, and he felt fluid slither down from the creased ragged skin lines. Calmly he touched his scars then moved his fingers to his face. His heart quivered under his hoodie. Blood. Chalky and dark and had a sooty smell. A scent only he could detect from his sensitive smell receptors that correlate his stimulated Beige Gaze eye powers. Where is it? He was nervous on the inside, but coolly he gazed up, hoping to surprise whatever threat was spawning within his hyper-perception. Kaidden didn't spot any black embers twisting in the air, feel an ache in the corners of his eyes, nor see a pulsating bloody bead. Hm, ducking his chin under his hood, he exhaled. The breath, for a second, flashed blue like a blueberry as it swayed right. Puzzled Kaidden looked at officer. However, Hutson was sitting right of him in the wide cushion chair, looking over a magazine.

"Yeah?"

"Nothing." Kaidden leaned his head against the wall.

"You're gonna be alright kid." Hutson looked back towards the magazine. Kaidden mouthed 'yeah.'

"You don't believe him?" A voice from his left questioned. Blood chilled his veins and spinal column as he snapped his head at a man. A monster that was real. Two emotions blinded him. Shed over like opposite tidal waves. Hatred and panic. Now everyone had their focus on him and Hutson. Before he realized let alone processed it, an angry wail left his lips, then a frantic barrage of fists striking the skin-headed assailant in a white pullover hoodie.

"FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!" In the heat of the moment, he made contact. Bruised bony knuckles pounded (imaginary) clothing and flesh as blurry eyes warped the assailants wretched image. Grizzled brown beard parted back an ugly display of poor teeth.

"CHANCE!"

"SHOOT HIM! SHOOT HIM NOW! His voice startled the passive ambiance into an attentive stir. But he couldn't hear his own distress above his racing heart muting his audio reception.

"Hey hey hey! You were doing fine just now." Hutson seized his shoulders and shook him from his hostile stupor.

"THAT MAN-"

Kaidden stopped himself as he glanced an empty row. The few other people sat across from the back-wall seats, looking at him alarmed. He turned back at Hutson but didn't met his gaze. A spread of blood dyed the elastic gauze wraps on his hands with pain trudging back. He even got some dark faint spots of it on the wall. The teen didn't attempt to deflect or brush off his attack. Instead he sat back down—feeling small and paralyzed by a cold, cruel wave of nostalgia and his eyes burn over his head like scrutinizing, patronizing spotlights. Then the stunned pain came. Kaidden curled inward, the right side of his face kneading in pain. Hutson looked at Annie, then Annie looked at the desk nurse. With a nod followed by a reluctant sigh, she pushed a button on her office phone.