Gingko sat in his room. The room was dark and little light came in from small window on the big iron door. Days would go by before he was even let out of his room. His head throbbed in pain and his body began to feel numb. Gingko walked back to his bed, his arm reaching out backward for the feeling of the bed. He flopped back onto the bed when the dizziness got the best of him. Oh get up. You're such a pussy sometimes. Gingko groaned when he heard this voice. This voice that he knew so well. Herashio's voice called again. Get up, you idiot. "And do what?" He snapped. Gingko was in no mood to hear his friend. "Just leave me alone. What the hell is there to do? I'm in a small room with a bed. There is nothing to do." Gingko covered his eyes with his arm, laying on his back.
He felt a warm feeling on his arm, as though someone was watching him. "Hm?" He sat up and noticed a pair of eyes watching him from the small window in the heavy iron door. He gasped and sat up. He blinked his eyes shut hard then opened them. The eyes were gone. Gingko let out a heavy sigh and sat at the edge of his hard bed.
Gingko's neck twitched and his eyes blinked hard. His medication that the Psychiatrist had prescribed to him, to 'help him get better'. The side effects began to take their effect on him today. He groaned out of frustration, in not being able to control the twitches and urges to move. A nurse unlocked the door and opened it, mid-twitch for Gingko. He cursed and got frustrated instantly. The nurse half smiled at him, more sympathetic than anything. Nurse Seth waited outside the door to escort him to his psychiatrist. Gingko exhaled hard and faced the wall as the nurse strapped the transport belt around his waist and the handcuffs on his wrist. Gingko walked out and Seth grabbed onto his wrists, holding onto him and walked him down the hallways.
Seth and the patient reached the psychiatrist's office. Seth knocked on the door with his middle knuckle. The door opened a few seconds later. A tall man with light blue eyes and brown, fading hair stared at Gingko. Seth spoke," Here he is." Dr.Jahones nodded and smiled at Seth. Gingko sighed and stood against the outside wall as Seth unlocked and unbuckled the transport belt from his wrists and his waist. Gingko walked in and rubbed the back of his neck, then twitched.
Gingko sat in the chair closest to the window. He admired the outside, seeing as he never got to see it. He stared out the window and watched cars drive by and birds fly in the sky. "Gingko?" Dr.Jahones tapped his hand. "Hmm..?" Gingko still stared at the window. "Gingko.. Look at me." The doctor pleaded. Gingko grew annoyed and grinded his teeth, continuing to look out the window. Dr.Jahones sighed. He sat back into his chair and stare at Gingko. "How are you?" He asked.
Gingko looked at him from the corner of his eye. "I've been twitching. There's something wrong with the medication you gave me." Gingko was annoyed. He hated taking the medication. "Ah.. Well." Dr.Johanes coughed. "It's a side effect, but I'll see what I can do." Gingko finally payed attention to was what in his room. He knew he was going to be in here much more often.
Gingko looked at his desk. It had lots of file folders on them and messy papers. He looked at the name board . 'Garion Jahones'. Gingko smirked and chucked. He's got a ridiculous name just like you, Gingk. He heard Herashio laugh behind him. The smirk on Gingko's face wiped away as soon as he heard the sound of his friend's voice. "Go away." Gingko muttered. Dr.Jahones looked up at Gingko. "What?"
Embarrassed, Gingko looked out the window again and Dr.Jahones noddded. "Garion, why did you become a psychiatrist?" Dr.Jahones looked at Gingko. "I guess you can call me Garion." He didn't ask how he knew his name, for it was all too obvious. Garion took a minute to answer. He shuffled in his chair and stared out the window as Gingko did. "Hmm." He thought outloud. "Why did I choose this profession?" Gingko shook his head in frustration, waiting for an answer.
"For people like you?"
"People like me?"
"Freaks."
Gingko chuckled. He liked Garion. Garion was a smart man and knew how to work with Gingko. You're going to let him call you a freak? Herashio egged him on. Gingko ignore him. You're going to sit there an let him call you a freak? When he's supposed to help you? What is the purpose of that? You're helpless anyways. His voice boomed in Gingko's ear. A loud whisper screaming into his ears, and ringing his ear drums. "Stop it." Garion watched him. He knew very well what was to happen. He knew Gingko was just about to have a tantrum. Garion stood up.
You know you aren't a freak. You're an abomination. You deserve to rot in hell. You're a piece of shit. Sad part is, you actually listen to me. You're so pathetic, helpless. You're just a waste of money and time. Gingko clenched his teeth. He dug his nails into the chair and bit down onto his lip. You are just a monster. Look at you. You've got so many things wrong with you.
"Shut up!" Gingko got up and threw the small table that sat in between the two chairs. "Gingko, calm down." Garion called to him. Gingko stayed in his tantrum and began to throw around everything in Garion's office, that he could get his hands on.
Garion calmly walked back to his desk and picked up the phone, dialing down to Seth's phone. Seth instantly knew what was wrong. Gingko continued his rage. He threw a potted plant at the wall, then stopped and stared at the dirt that was slightly covering the plant.
Seth barged into the door and saw Garion by his desk, Gingko staring at the plant covered in dirt. Seth made eye contact with Garion, he merely nodded. Seth made his way to Gingko. He was calm now. Seth strapped the transport belt around his waist and clicked the handcuffs shut around his wrists.
Seth escorted him back to his room. Gingko faced the back wall of his room as Seth took off the transport belt. "Lay on the bed." Seth commanded. Gingko didn't refuse, he did as he was told. Seth took his arm, and into his vein, he injected anesthesia.
