You're my one last hope

Name's Philoctetes, but you can call me Phil, or Dr. Phil, or Dr. Moretti. I'm here because somethin's up with you. And we gotta fix it.

[theregoesmyulcer]

“Thanks, Phil. I’m Meg..” She attempted to give him a small smile, The one who went crazy and then became a nurse here, she thought, because she knew that was how people knew her, especially people who had been here. “I don’t even know how to explain it.. I just feel so.. I don’t know, lost? Like I’m sinking, drowning .I don’t know how to say it.” she sighed, giving her head a shake. “I had such a perfect system for everything, I never worried about anything.. but, recently it’s like I’m falling back into my old dark place, the place where I don’t have control over my feelings or my thoughts, which creates this sense of no control over my actions. I brushed my teeth four times this morning, I couldn’t leave the house until I did.”

He nodded, signalling for her to continue, paying attention and listening to her as she explained. “Have you had any stress recently that could have brought you back into this state? I mean, I know this job is stressful, hell I run this place and sometimes it can get away from me. But say something that could have triggered and started you up?” Phil explained, choosing his words carefully. 

[theregoesmyulcer]

Meg hadn’t even noticed that she wasn’t alone, though she should have figured as much. When she heard someone clear their throat, she snapped out of whatever trance she had been in and situated herself on the couch so that she was facing the person who she recognized as one of the doctors, Phil. “That’s a million dollar question..” she sighed, “Yes, I think so, but also no I’m not really sure? It’s kind of like a game of tug-of-war is being played in my brain right now.”

“How so?” he asked, then shrugged, “I mean if you need to talk it out or anything, I do kinda have a paper for a thing for listening,” he joked about his profession, giving a small smile. He instinctually crossed his legs and rested his elbow on top and his chin in his hand. “I’m Dr. Moretti by the way, call me Phil,” 

[megsclubhouseasylum-blog]

Meg sat on the couch in one of the staff lounges, seemingly unable to move, as if she had fallen into some sort of stupor. She had spent the last couple of days trying to make sense of all of the things which suddenly made no sense to her. It had been a couple of years since she had been back in the real working world, post patient release, and over the last couple of days she felt herself falling back into her old mindsets, most of which were never good enough to please herself. 

She spent the last two days double checking everything she had done, right down to brushing her teeth and applying mascara before she left her apartment, and she hadn’t done that in years. Work had been a little better, but not much. She had been washing her hands nearly every five minutes and double checking every piece of information shared by other nurses and patients all day, to the point where it stopped being comforting and started being something worth worrying about. After a “you should go sit down and rest,” comment from a colleague, Meg made her way back to a lounge and sunk into the couch, staring off into space.

[theregoesmyulcer]

Phil had retreated to a staff lounge, just to get out of his office for a moment before getting back to the usual grind. He sat in an armchair, a cup of coffee beside him and a newspaper in front of his face. He heard someone come in but didn’t say anything until he didn’t hear anything more and peeked over the top at the woman who had sat down, Meg, he recalled her name instantly before folding the paper up and clearing his throat to make himself known, “Everything alright?” he asked her with genuine concern. 

[hey-cactusbutt-blog]

OOC: I apologize for not being around guys, everyone at my work decided to go on vacation at once and I had to cover everyones shifts. I am off today at least, before working three more days and after that I am hoping to be around more. This goes for all my guys not just Banzai.  Now maybe things will settle down and I can be around again. 

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theregoesmyulcer:

Phil looked at him for a moment, “Atropos right? Prefers to be called Atro,” he nodded, “Yeah I remember you kid, what’s up?”

“Atro, yeah. Well I lost my memory and I want it back.”

[theregoesmyulcer]

“Well I can think of a few things we can do, if you wanna try them,” Phil said, “See if it helps you remember things and go from there?”

[theregoesmyulcer]

“Well I have this medical thing going on with my tit. Dr. Pine has been helping me take care of all the medical stuff mostly cause I think him and my old scissor sister are doing the do and he wants to keep his enemies closer type of thing, but whatever. He’s cool and I don’t mind if he’s fucking her because I kind of want to fuck someone else too. Anyways, I’ve just been kind of… Depressed. Not like Oliver depressed, but like close. Like I don’t want to leave my room and Dodge wants to sneak out and I tell him I’m busy and even when Benji offers me food I just ignore it and I’m just really scared of everything. I think I’m going to die and sometimes it just feels like that’s a better option.” Felicia took only a few breaths as she blurted out almost everything he could think of to say. “Can you like take a blood test to see if I’m depressed or like diagnose me with some medical mary jane to keep my mind slightly sane. I just… I don’t feel good.”

Phil listened, ignoring the part about Dodger, because he knew that kid never stayed put, he always had to be getting into something, He nodded, “have the test results come back yet on the...” he made a gesture to his own chest, not wanting to use her term and any others sounded unprofessional in his head, “Also, I can prescribe you an anti-depressant, it will help immensely for what you’re describin’, sounds like it’s a side effect of recent events, it’s okay to be scared, especially with what’s going on with the medical things, and if you ever need to just talk my door is always open,”

[theregoesmyulcer]

“I was told you used to be my doctor. Back at one of the old asylums I was at. I was supposed to come and find you, but I’ve been busy. So.. hi.”

Phil looked at him for a moment, “Atropos right? Prefers to be called Atro,” he nodded, “Yeah I remember you kid, what’s up?”

[theregoesmyulcer]

“Okie dokie Philatata. We need to talk.” Felicia hopped into the room, sitting backwards on a chair. “I think something else is wrong with me. Not just lying and shit like that.”

“What do you think is going on?” he asked, sitting on the edge of his desk, setting the papers down and giving her his full attention.

[theregoesmyulcer]

Phil heard the door open, old papers in his hands from cleaning out his office a little, “Yes? Can I help you?”

[theregoesmyulcer]

megsclubhouseasylum

“I’m sorry to be the one to break it to you,” She began with a short laugh. “But I’m a nurse, not a babysitter..” She continued, “You of all people should know that I can only do so much to calm a patient… and as far as the rabbit thing goes, until he tries to throw himself out the window, or another person, I’m afraid it’s a little beyond my control..” Meg looked at him. She felt his pain, but at the same time, she had to learn to suppress her emotions to save her own sanity. “I think you just need some nice hot tea or something to calm you down..”

“He may eventually for all I know, himself and the bunny,” he commented, Phil was feeling overworked, having been stuck in his office for days on end trying to make sense of everything that was going on paperwork wise and fighting off the head of head’s accusations and threats with the promise he wasn’t going to let this place sink into the ground, over his dead body etcetera. “I also have about half a bag of chex mix in me and three cups of coffee, last I checked that wasn’t a good idea,”  

[theregoesmyulcer]

Jude stared at him, unblinking and a little incredulous, as she tried to figure out where to even begin. “It’s not because of the time clock. I was attacked by a patient about a month ago. I was in the hospital? Cracked ribs and a severe concussion? Lost about three pints of blood? Technically not cleared to return to work for another two weeks? And yet here I am?” She shook her head, grumbling, “Maybe the boss’ boss needs to come down here for an inspection and right this ship…”

“If he does you’ll lose your job, this place will close, and I don’t know where half of our patients would go or if they would last in a county or state hospital, so yeah sure, they can come and ruin everything we work for, put some patients so far back on recovery it’ll take years to get them back to that point, but sure,” He said, crossing his arms, “You should have taken the time off, and why wasn’t I made aware of this after it happened and the patient screened and put on some kind of watch,” he removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, “If I have to hire out a ghost security team I will, if I had known I would have done it already, I did awhile back but apparently the bill to the company wasn’t sent like I insisted it be done pronto,”

[theregoesmyulcer]

megsclubhouseasylum

Meg stifled a laugh, and an eye roll at that matter, she wanted to at least try to stay professional. She shook her head before responding, “Well, please let me know what you need done and I would be more than happy to help you.”

“I need the Aiken kid to calm down, the bunny kid to stop throwing his rabbit out a window, they can’t fly, I’m gonna have a heart attack if I see the poor thing fall past my window again, I just...” he laughed a little hysterically, “I need a lot of things, maybe even my own doctor sometimes,”

[theregoesmyulcer]

itstartswith-me

“I hate to break it to you, but security’s a tad understaffed.” Jude chimed in from his doorway, a brow arched. “It’s hard to keep the place running smoothly when one of us still isn’t technically permitted on the clock.” 

“What? I don’t know what happened with the time clock, but I’ll fix that,” he asked, raising an eyebrow back, “And I know that, I’m warding the bosses boss off from a surprise inspection as I speak now, cause that’s the last thing we need until interviews are done and more are hired,”

[theregoesmyulcer]

megsclubhouseasylum

Meg couldn’t help but overhear a raised voice around the corner. She dropped off the clipboard full of paperwork and rounded the corner, seeing Phil standing there. She was a girl turn and walk off as he turned and met her gaze. “Well, you could not be such a hard ass to my nurses.” She told him with a firm smirk. Meg hadn’t been there for forever, but she had basically assumed position as overseer of the duties of the nurses.

“I’m sorry what? Did I hear your nurses?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow, “Look, I know we have some rounders in here, but my nurses need to at least be able to get some things done without something on fire or missing, that is literally, all I ask,”he took a drink from the cup of coffee he’d forgotten about, the taste stale and a bit too lukewarm for his liking, but it’d get the job done of keeping him awake, “I can’t do this all by myself here,”

[theregoesmyulcer]

alec-leroux

“Oh really? I’m sure that can be… annoying.” Alec pressed the tip of the pushpin into his thumb. Not causing any bleeding but mild discomfort, “So was it a fake name? Or asking about a release?”

Phil laughed a little, “They asked if our refrigerator was running,” he ran a hand down his face and looked at the other with an expression of tired disbelief. 

[theregoesmyulcer]

“What? I needed some pushpins for my maps and pictures. I couldn’t find the stapler, or tape, but pushpins were in mass supply.”

“Oh, my apologies, you’re fine,” Phil turned the little earpiece off in his ear, “Someone apparently prank called the front desk again, from within the building,”

[theregoesmyulcer]

“Really? dio’s frickin’ mio can’t someone keep him away from that? I can’t be security in this place too!”