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Post by mouse on Jul 20, 2011 17:17:16 GMT -5
i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†
†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend
Now Jamie wasn't the most dangerous patient, she wasn't dangerous at all considering if she was being yelled at she curled away from the person. There wasn't a mean bone in her body, really, but when it came to therapy she'd much rather be sitting through someone scratching a chalkboard. Therapy for Jamie was like a heroin going through withdrawal, she absolutely hated it. The doctors here could care less about what the patients had wrong with them so she pretended to pay attention to them. Most of the time they were talking down to her claiming she was crazy in more than that word, then they'd say what treatments she was to go through to help prevent her nightmares even if they didn't work for her and then tell her to go away.
Today was one-on-one therapy day for Jamie, and she fought with her guard the whole way there. Even when he, literally, set her down in the chair she was still fighting tooth and nail to get out. Now she didn't know that her doctor had been changed to this guy named Cameron, she figured it was still the same old asshole she had. The guy would rather be watching porn than dealing with the kids so Jamie made it a point to piss him off. And there were times she royally ticked him off to the point he flipped out at her, kicked her out and made sure she went through hell for the rest of the week. Whatever caused these doctors to go into this line of work dumbfounded her, especially considering how little they cared for their patients. Then there were the lab rats of the school, those who were having Government funded experiments done on them because they were deemed 'never to return to society'. There was a point there when Jamie was told she was headed that way if her nightmares didn't contain themselves, thankfully she managed to control herself for some time.
The door clicked shut as she put her feet up on the table, crossing her arms over her chest with an aggravated sigh. Her eyes were cast at the floor since she didn't want to look at the sick bastard that she was stuck with every week. He wasn't attractive, at all, he was rather ugly and a rolly polly fat man. Whoever walked past her and sat down, though, wasn't walking at the same pace as the other guy and they were definitely lighter. When she lifted her stone cold gaze up to look at the adorable doctor sitting across from her, a look of utter surprise washed over her face. "Who...who are you?" She asked gently, still wondering if someone was playing a joke on her or something. It wouldn't surprise her if the doctor had found some cute young guy to pretend to be a doctor just to give Jamie a run and then he'd come waddling in after a few minutes to ruin Jamie's dreams.
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( WORDS ) i never bother lol
( TAGGED ) Cameroooooon  ( NOTES ) Sorry it took so long!! ( BANNER ) xxmizzbry of caution 2.0 ( LYRICS ) camera shy by school boy humor ( LAYOUT ) xxmizzbry of caution 2.0 [/color][/font] |
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Post by dian2 on Jul 22, 2011 12:23:03 GMT -5
CUZ I TOLD YOU ONCE
NOW I TOLD YOU TWICE [/font][/size]  WE GONNA LIGHT IT UP------------------------------------------------------Cameron had just gotten finished dealing with a patient who wasn't taking his medicine. He had finally coaxed the man into eating it when Cameron said it would make the illusions go away. Seconds after he had swallowed, the patient fell asleep, the pills occasionally did that, and so Cameron left to go do the rest of his Jobs. He hoped he wasn't being hurtful to the patients, unlike the other doctors, he tried to be kind and make sure that the patients managed to be somewhat comfortable in this asylum. Cameron got a buzz from his pager, reminding him that he needed to go see a patient named Jamie for some therapy. Cameron took a quick look at Jamie's files before he entered the room. She had Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Oppositional Defiant Disorder, and Nightmare Disorder. That was difficult to deal with, but it was better than having someone with suicidal actions, or murderous for that matter. Cameron was about to walk through the door when a security member warned him that she wasn't going to be happy. Cameron sighed, being a doctor here definitely hadn't been what he had expected. The patients didn't like him, and the other doctors didn't seem to get along with him. Cameron walked through the door, and closed it. He walked towards the seat he was suppose to sit in, and settled down. Jamie had been a bit... rowdy maybe? before, but now she had calmed down a bit. Jamie obviously hadn't expected Cameron to be the doctor next to her, other wise she wouldn't have seemed so confused. "Who...who are you?" she asked and Cameron smiled a bit at her, glad she wasn't going to give him the cold shoulder. "I'm Doctor Cameron Moore. Didn't they tell you your last doctor couldn't come in today and that I was filling in?" Cameron replied. The last hospital he had worked in had been courteous like that, and apparently this place wasn't. "Your Jamie, aren't you?" Cameron knew her name, but figured it would be nice to give her the choice to lie, or use a nick-name she preferred. ------------------------------------------------------LIKE ITS DYNAMITE[/size][/color][/center] |
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Post by mouse on Jul 22, 2011 16:21:47 GMT -5
i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†
†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend
Did Cameron honestly believe that they would tell Jamie her asshole doctor wasn't here today? They barely told her what day it was let alone what her doctors were all up to. Even though she had a new doctor for the day, she wasn't too thrilled about having to sit through this session of therapy. Cameron seemed nice, though, almost as if he actually cared. Not to mention he was being polite, something she wasn't totally used to. Naturally, Jamie assumed her was being an ass by setting her up before he turned into a complete ass. That was a normal thing around here with the doctors since all of them that Jamie knew of were not so nice.
"Yeah...I'm Jamie...most people call me MJ..." she nodded slowly, still watching him closely. She was looking for any little sign that would let her know he was going to turn into a mean creep like the other doctors. So far he wasn't giving her any reason to really act out against him like she did with the other doctors. Her current therapy doctor ignored her in general, so when he decided to do his job she became a huge pain in the butt by just being a brat. He wanted to ignore her and treat her like crap, she was going to be the same way back. Cameron, though, wasn't ignoring her and he at least was easy on the eyes. "I'm glad he's not here. All he does is feed me drugs, tell me I'm fucking crazy while attempting to get me to drop my pants and then sends me for treatments that only make my nightmares worse..." she shook her head with a sigh, moving in the big chair so her legs hung over one side and her head rest on the opposite arm.
Sighing, she let her arms drape of her stomach while she waited for him to do something, write something down or what not. "What the hell made you come to this place? It's only full of doctors who don't care, nurses who screw the patients and patients who really shouldn't be here..." she commented, knowing quite a few people who shouldn't be in the institution but they were. Jamie had to be here since her disorders got the best of her even while she was on medication.
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( WORDS ) i never bother lol
( TAGGED ) Cameroooooon ( NOTES ) ( BANNER ) xxmizzbry of caution 2.0 ( LYRICS ) camera shy by school boy humor ( LAYOUT ) xxmizzbry of caution 2.0 [/color][/font] |
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Post by dian2 on Jul 22, 2011 20:14:27 GMT -5
CUZ I TOLD YOU ONCE
NOW I TOLD YOU TWICE [/font][/size] WE GONNA LIGHT IT UP------------------------------------------------------Cameron's patient didn't seem to be at all what he had expected. He was expecting a stubborn patient who wouldn't even speak, let alone ask HIM a question. Cameron hid his mild surprise, acting as if he hadn't read most of the file on her before walking in the room. Which he had, but he left out most of her history and family, if someone wanted their doctor to know personal things like that. the person would tell him. Cameron had just looked at the major parts, and prepared himself for this session. Cameron made a mental note of her last doctor. If he had the chance he would ask about him, maybe confront him and try to convince the man to not do one-on-one sessions with patients. Well at least female patients. Cameron could be a frightening figure at times, and persuasive, so he thought he might just manage it. Cameron did have a notepad, but he figured that wasn't something he should write down. Then Jamie asked him another question. After he organized his answer for a few seconds he replied, "Well, MJ, my brother was mentally deranged. Now that I think back on it he probably had Bipolar disorder, but anyway, after I finally managed to escape from his death threats I got interested in what makes people different. Then I got a job offer here and I took it. Though, if I knew it was anything like this place when I accepted, I probably wouldn't have come." He didn't want to bore Jamie so he switched the path of the conversation. "We aren't here to talk about me, though, so maybe we should get back on topic? Now, Jamie, do you think you could tell me a little about your past, if you could? I think that your last doctor didn't bother learning about what happened, and that may be the reason your meds, and the meds of other patients, might not be working." Cameron realized he had probably talked to much, and might end up with a silent treatment for speaking that way, but Cameron needed to know more about his patient before he changed anything. ------------------------------------------------------LIKE ITS DYNAMITE[/size][/color][/center] |
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Post by mouse on Jul 22, 2011 20:58:18 GMT -5
i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†
†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend
Listening to him talk actually annoyed Jamie, especially with how he was talking. Mentally deranged was not a way to describe someone who was just a little different than everyone else, it wasn't a way to describe anyone. "You don't describe someone like those of us stuck in here as mentally deranged. It's an insult. We are people, we're just off the normal path," she stated firmly, giving Cameron a look that hopefully he saw. It was a look that would literally kill if it were possible, especially since Jamie was tired of being called deranged, retarded, stupid, challenged. They were just like being a racist to someone since people were talking about a person on a level that they didn't quite understand. Great, Cameron's brother had been bipolar, but that didn't give him the right to say things like that. "The meds are fucked up here because the doctors are prescribing drugs that aren't approved here. They're all trial drugs, I'm amazed you don't know that." she shook her head, crossing her arms.
Now he wanted her to talk about herself, her past and why her nightmares were as bad as they were. Maybe she could be...cooperative for once. Taking in a deep breath and letting it out in a long sigh, she began to talk. "I was born in Kilkenny, Ireland. Grew up there and hope to go home one day, especially because there I can go outside and be in the fresh air. Anyway, my parents were always loving to me and my siblings, I was especially close to my older brother Devin. We were always together doing something, getting into trouble and what not. One day mum decided to take us out. Since we were homeschooled it wasn't difficult for us to just go out shopping or what not. On our way home..." she stopped for a second to sigh, closing her eyes while fighting back her tears. "On our way home mum lost control and we drove into a ditch at a pretty decent speed, Devin broke his arm and a few ribs, I broke my leg, some ribs and was in the hospital for awhile. Mum...mum didn't even make it out of the car. Devin and I still blame ourselves for mum not paying attention and hitting the ice. Ever since then I've had the worst nightmares ever. And I just stopped listening to my dad, I refused to do things because I would have rather stayed in my bed crying. That's when I developed ODD, and I started scratching my arms when the nightmares got worse. All I want is to go home, to leave this hell..." she said with a shake of her head, sighing.
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( WORDS ) i never bother lol
( TAGGED ) Cameroooooon ( NOTES ) ( BANNER ) xxmizzbry of caution 2.0 ( LYRICS ) camera shy by school boy humor ( LAYOUT ) xxmizzbry of caution 2.0 [/color][/font] |
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Post by dian2 on Jul 24, 2011 17:50:41 GMT -5
CUZ I TOLD YOU ONCE
NOW I TOLD YOU TWICE [/font][/size] WE GONNA LIGHT IT UP------------------------------------------------------Of course he had said something wrong, words in this language sometimes escaped him. Though if anyone in the world HAD been mentally deranged, it had been Cameron's brother. Cameron had honestly lost track of how many times his brother had tried to kill him before he left. Cameron almost said this out loud we Jamie snapped at him, but reminded himself that his life on the island was over. Jamie then told her story to Cameron, and he wrote little bits of it down on the notepad. Her story wasn't the happiest one he had heard, and could tell Jamie was getting a little... emotional. If it were up to him, he would have given her freedom, to get back to her home. If anything, Jamie didn't need asylum treatment, if she was at home and still taking her medication with a little bit of overseeing, she could probably get better faster. Unfortunately it wasn't up to him, and he couldn't even suggest it, Jamie had been marked as a danger and so was sent here, she couldn't leave until she was deemed healthy. Cameron made a few final notes, scratching off a few invalid things here, and editing some of the other things. Then he said, "I did know they where trials, but that doesn't mean there shouldn't be some kind of good effect, and from what I've heard there has been nothing," Cameron began to fill out a different prescription, but let a little of it blank in case he changed his mind while this continued. Then, with the next question about to be asked, he felt like one of those soap opera therapists, "I was also told you had bad nightmares, do you remember what they are, or are they just you waking up knowing you had a nightmare, but never remembering it." A few of his old patients at the last hospital had had the second option, but he also found that if you found the source of the problem, you were more likely to destroy the problem at it's roots. ------------------------------------------------------LIKE ITS DYNAMITE[/size][/color][/center] Notes: sorry I ran out of muse, or if you don't use that word, writing inspiration. By the way, I'm honestly failing at rp-ing with Cameron, most of the time my characters are eh, whatevs, charries not, ok lemme listen to your problems. |
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Post by mouse on Jul 25, 2011 11:17:47 GMT -5
i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†
†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend
For some reason it had always annoyed Jamie how the doctors wrote things down on the note paper. It seemed like they were ignoring the patient to write stupid notes about whatever they found interesting about the patient or whatever they felt like writing. If she ever went to a doctor who didn't write something down on a notepad it would be a damned miracle. Then again, Cameron didn't seem to have too much to say as far as bad things go. Unlike her other doctor who didn't ask questions and ignored her for the most part of her session, Cameron was asking questions and attempting to figure things out. "The trials haven't done anything for me, they haven't done anything for anyone. If anything they made my nightmares worse which made my tics worse and it's better when I don't take them."
Sighing, she waited for him to finish scratching down more notes and then ask her another question. He wanted to know about her nightmares, wanted her to recant them to him if she knew what they were about. Oh great, just what she wanted to do but she technically had to do it since he was an authority figure. "They're..they're always different. I think the only one I've ever had that's the same is when I relive the accident. But...there's other ones where I'm trapped, or I'm being burned alive, or...or when I'm reliving being taken away from my family again. That one is one of the worst ones since I was physically hurt and then they drugged me heavily to get me out of the house. They get worse each night," she shook her head, staring at the chair she was sitting in for a few moments while she told him about her nightmares, automatically starting to scratch her arms at the thought of the evils that flooded her dreams.
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( WORDS ) i never bother lol
( TAGGED ) Cameroooooon ( NOTES ) It's ok. You're not failing at all! ( BANNER ) xxmizzbry of caution 2.0 ( LYRICS ) camera shy by school boy humor ( LAYOUT ) xxmizzbry of caution 2.0 [/color][/font] |
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