Insane

Verdicts

TW: Restraints, Being tied down, yelling, talk of hospitalisation, unsympathetic Thomas, mention of being knocked-out, mention of death by fire, mention of murder, mention of death penalty/execution

I wake up slowly, turning to my right to see if Logan is awake. Then I remember that I'm not in our room. I'm surprised when I realise that I'm not tied to anything, just lying on a bed in a room with a white ceiling and walls. I sit up and rub my eyes and see that Janus is in a bed next to me. But, he is restrained to his bed. He's tied in the same way that I was when I first arrived, but there's a fabric band around his waist as well.

Oh my gosh. What did he do?

There are some more empty beds in the room. While I'm looking around, taking in the sorroundings, I see the burn-faced boy next to me stir.
"Virgil..?" He says, rubbing his eyes.
"J-Janus.. Wh-what d-did you do- uh- las-t nig-night?" Janus looks up at his wrists tied to the headboard then down at his waist before exhaling, closing his eyes and titlting his head back on the pillow.

I don't want to push it do I just lie back down.
"Why did we do that again?" I sit up and face him, he just stares at the ceiling.
I go to answer him when the room's door flies open. Dr Sanders comes in. All together, I'd say he's quite a nice man (despite owning a lunatic asylum) but right now, he looks livid.

He walks right past my bed, up to Janus' and grabs him by the collar of his shirt. I can tell by the look on his face that something is about to go down.

"Mr Griffis." Dr Sanders says through gritted teeth.
"Could you kindly explain to me why FOUR of my nurses and TWO of my security guards are currently IN HOSPITAL?!" Oh damn. Janus is in some really deep stuff.

"I, uh.. I-"
"AND! Why three of the six have sent me LETTERS OF RESIGNATION?!"
Janus just gulps and looks at him with scared eyes. Dr Sanders lets go of his collar and he falls back down onto his bed.

"I'm also going to need an adress to send your £6500 medical bill to, considering you murdered all of your immidiate family."
(A/N: £6500 would really have been around £31 in the 1700s, but if I wrote that, I'd feel like the cost would look too low)

"Did he drag you along aswell, Mr Blair?" Dr Sanders asks me.
"N-no Si-r. It wa-was my ide-idea." He raises an eyebrow at me.
"Really..?"
"Y-Yes."
"And, were your roomates in on your little 'sneaking out' adventure?"
"N-no Sir. They, uh, they did-didn't know."
"Okay then. I will be back with another doctor soon to evaluate both of you. Since, your treatments clearly haven't been affective."
Janus looks towards the end of the bed, refusing eye contact.

The second the door swings shut Janus speaks.
"I'm sorry."
"F-For what?"
"For, yknow. Everything. All of it. Getting us in more trouble."
"Oh. It-It's fine."

He sighs and lies back down. I stand up and go to sit on the edge of his bed. He pulls his bony legs to the side so that I can sit down.
"I didn't mean to hurt them. I promise. They just- They started yelling at me and trying to grab me and hurt me. I didn't even realise they were unconcious until Doctor Eller ran around the corner and hit me over the head with something."

"It's okay.. we-we'll get o-out of here."

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About an hour passes and nothing happens. Then, I hear a creek coming from the door. I look over to it and see Remus on his hands an knees crawl through the door. When he gets in he stands up and brushes off his knees. He looks to us and Roman steps in after him, making me think that maybe Remus chose to be on his hands and knees for dramatic affect.

"There you two are!" Roman yells. Remus snaps his head towards Roman and shushes him loudly.
"What happened?" Roman says, a little quieter.

When Janus finishes explaining everything, the Presscot twins are standing infront of us, eyes-wide. They are silent for about ten seconds before Remus bursts out laughing.