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Post by baylee on Aug 4, 2011 11:09:00 GMT -5
  Being in the hospital for while now, Baylee have settled down a little. Though he haven't got into any fights right now, which was a good thing. He really didn't want to fight all the time, in fact he was tired of it. He wanted to show he was better, even though he haven't been taken in the medication, and then he would be out of this stupid place. Closing his eyes he felt the small breeze coming from the window in his room, touching his skin and hair was waving in different direction. Suddenly the interns were running around, and knocking on doors, telling them all it was breakfast time. Growling a little Baylee wasn't interested in eating, he didn't want to eat. Not after what the doctor did to him, he wouldn't trust to eat anything, unless he cooked it himself. Baylee was excellent cook, his mother taught him how cook, from a young age. He misses his mother very much, but his father not so much. In his eyes he deserve to die.
The banging continued and Baylee finally gave in, and made his way to the cafeteria. He wasn't going to eat anything, no matter how much he tired. He didn't care if they begged him, and try to feed him, themselves he wouldn't touch it. Slowly he walked into the hall more. Patients from different levels were all together, some were chatting, some were flirting and of course some were auguring. The place was really good in the security, he have to give them that one. He slowly sat down on the table on his own, he wasn't in the mood for company. Mainly due he was afraid of hurting people, sometimes he shift into another mood which makes him aggressive and lot more.
Then he saw the food coming towards him. His face wasn't all happy. He have had worst food. Mostly some were like cardboard. Smiling weakly as to say thank you, as he began to play with the food with the spoon. Smelling the food was enough to make him feel sick. Still he kept playing with the food, getting bored, he pushed the bowl away and waited for the ok to go back to his room, which he really want right now.
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Post by Dr. Jocelyn Sentino on Aug 6, 2011 23:18:47 GMT -5
Jocelyn was not all too happy. She got meal duty today. At least that is what she called it, the hospital called it something else, but it hardly mattered. THe idea was the same. Stay in the cafeteria during the meals, and make sure no one looses it too much, the meds are taken, and that some of the patients actuall eat. And of course the occasional sedation and restraining of patients who end up being a bit... manic that day.
Due to her usual attentive nature, Jocelyn had a tendency of paying close attention to anything within that cafeteria. From students to security to the cooks. She always had to be sure that everything was going smoothly. She just coudln't stand it when things were out of order, out of place. Everything seems to be going rather well...at least for now... untill...she spotted one of the patients. Small frown appeared on her face as she recognized him. Playing with food, definetly not a good sign, especially right now.
Jocelyn sighed shaking her head slightly, as she began heading to the table. She stopped right across from it, trying to figure out the best aproach. But, giving up a little, she decided the friendly one.
"Hello Baylee... I'm Dr. Sentino, do you remember me? She paused slightly. A small gentle smile upon her face. This one was going to be tough, but that is no problem. She managed to get through to even the tough ones, eventually. It takes time, sure, and efford...but, still. May I sit down?She could try the more friendlier aproach. If not, she'll try another. She'll get through to him one way or another. |
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Post by baylee on Aug 7, 2011 12:21:06 GMT -5
Baylee Thomas Shepherd Still sitting down on the cold hard seats. The forks were like he is was school, with it being plastic. The staff thought they were couldn't cut themselves. Don't they realized that, snapping the head off, would make the edges sharp enough and then it can be a weapon. Baylee's head was killing him right now, last night his other personality attacked and cause chaos in the room. He really hates it when Jayden takes over his body, due to the fact he is the aggressive one. When he takes over, it gets Baylee into heaps of trouble, he just didn't want. All he want is too be left alone and get out.
Head leaning on his other hand now as the plate was pushed away. He didn't want to eat it. He couldn't even try it as looked disgusting and he knew there was some poison in it. Unless he seen it getting prepared etc, he would know it's safe and then he'll eat it. It was cold now anyway, and he wouldn't eat cold food, it was disgusting like that. Breathing slowly, he heard someone and saw it was the doctor. He couldn't really remember her, as all doctors were the same. He remembered Dr. Logan though, who caught him outside with a bloody arm. Bitting his lower lip which he always did around his girlfriend, oh he misses her so much.
Sorry but I don't remember you. I am sorry. He felt bad for not knowing her. Sure if you want to, but I am dangerous mind you. I hurt people, that's why I sit alone. Jayden as controlled his life for long time, to the point he wouldn't allow himself to be mixed with other patients. What do you want? He asked friendly and waited for her reply back.ip, which he used to do in front of his girlfriend and goof around with her. He misses her long blond hair and blue eyes, a tear fell but he quickly wiped it away again.
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Post by Dr. Jocelyn Sentino on Aug 7, 2011 20:02:03 GMT -5
Jocelyin made sure to watch him carefully. She did not fully remember what he did, or what he was about, but from the over alll appearence and clothing, she could tell. Not much good. Granted, no one was here if they were good. Perhaps the rare few that managed to get well, and were about to be releaced...but how long will that last untill they too, rechurn back here. Funny, she once witnessed a releace of someone who insisted that they were not crazy, only to have them rechurn not even two hours later.
"It's alright. We've met only once before, it's understandable. Jocelyn smiled shaking her head slightly as she sat across from Baylee. She noticed that in majority of the time it was better to sit across from the patients. Give them a sence of space. And keep it, unless they are willing to close it. So long as the option is open, it is up to them, whether or not they want to be close.
Why do you think you are dangerous? After all, is it not that many of us can be dangerous? Especially if pushed a bit hard? The doctor offered. A bit of poking and proding. Just gentle ones... nothing to upset, but just enough to give some insight into the opinions and views of the patient. Juse enough to establish a connection, that is, if one is even possible.
Me? I was just around, and noticed that you are not eating... So, I was wondering why that is.... Can you tell me? Wow that was akward. Jocelyn just simply hated how she was pefectly fine around some patients and ended up getting tongue tied with others. What was that secret factor? Especially concidering that it seemed to change every other minute. Oh hte brain, how wonderfull and enigmatic you are. |
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Post by baylee on Aug 8, 2011 2:06:33 GMT -5
Baylee Thomas Shepherd Still managed not to eat a single bite of his meal was the best thing he could have wished for. His head was still killing him and he rubbed his temples a little. His jacket wasn't allowed right now since he was caught cutting himself a few days ago. The stitches were still on his arm this time, even though they have been itching like crazy. His medications haven't been going well since they to were left on the tray with his plate. Sleep was had to get by for the twenty year old. His eyes were exhausted from no sleep for two nights now. That's nothing for him he could go without sleep for like a week, before he crashed onto the bed or anywhere for two days straight. The bags were developing under his eyes now. Watching the doctor still who was now sitting by him. He would end up forgetting her name again, in an hour. It takes him like three days register new names, unless he loves them right way. Yawning a little as he was really exhausted right now. He didn't mind her sitting by his own side, if she was a man, then it would be totally different story.
I would remember it around three days. My brain is slow registering new people's name he chuckled a little.
She was really nice for a doctor. But still, the twenty year old wouldn't leave his guard down. Many staff were once kind and gently around him, and then they sedated him and other things to him, so far he haven't heard of the shock therapy was used in this hospital, which he was really glad about. His health has been really poorly since the shock therapies, his blood sugar levels have been high and low since Baylee had no idea he had a serious health problem, due to the overdose of insulin. Yawning and rubbing his eyes some more, again the doctor asked him a question. Didn't she know about Jayden? Have she read that he have killed three guards in his previous asylum? Maybe he should give her a brief why he couldn't be trusted easily.
Well doctor, I have another personality by the name of Jayden. He is mean and likes to kill people. I don't know when he would be coming out, so I avoid people so that way no one can get hurt. I don't want to murder people again. He spoke gently with the truth.
Darm, so she has noticed he wasn't eating the food. Baylee hoped she didn't see his four pills of medication he had to take during his meals that have been left untouched though. Stroking his neck and then hair, he tired to explained it the way she could understand. He was hungry, his weight was dropping to the low region for his 5'1 frame. Ribs were beginning to stick out of the skin also, skin tone was really pale due to lack of nutrients which were vital for healthy body.
I don't trust the food here, also I am not really hungry this line have worked many times with the interns and nurses here. But now he had to convince his doctor. He would simple come up with other excuses, he wouldn't break that easy that is sure. He can be extermelly stubborn when he wants to be, and this is was one of them. So he waited for her reply back.
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Tagged ---> Jocelyn
Status ---> Complete
Song ---> Who Needs the World - Nick Carter
Credits ---> Baylee @ LM |
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Post by Dr. Jocelyn Sentino on Aug 8, 2011 20:39:58 GMT -5
It's alright, I am terrible with names myself, but just so you know, I'm going to be your Doctor. And if you have any questions or need anything, just call for the doctor with the funny accent. Jocelyn smiled trying to lighten hte mood a little. He looked terrible. As she glanced over him, she tried to keep up a positive face. Which, was growing rather dificult as she observed the little details. The worn out face... the bags under the eyes, the thining arms, the way the shirt hung on him... It couldn't be good at all. And though the body is a marvelous thing, it can on the other side, only stand so much abuse before crashing under it's own weight.
If you don't want to hurt people... we can help you... There could be ways of... controling Jayden... or perhaps, allowing you to be better aware of your surroundings, and have a better hold on what is going on with you.... Jocelyn offered gently. It was hard to know what one may want. How they may think... in what way they see the world. Especially here. So far, she had seen everything from nearly normal to pink meadows and glittery mountains. Not personally of course, but that's beyond the point.
"I see... and why don't you trust the food? Or the pills here? The doctor asked, unconvinced. Sure, she read the file. Sure, she talked to the other doctors and nurses, but she preffered to hear these things from teh patients. After all, their words were reflecting teh way that htey saw and reacted to things. Not how someone else saw them react, but how they themself feel. At tiems, it could be the key. Showing into the problems that the patient has, and his thoughts about it. It was interesting how at times the most simplest of things could be the ones preventing them from the cure. And the gravest.. well, those were not pleasant to think about. |
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Post by baylee on Aug 8, 2011 22:30:18 GMT -5
Baylee Thomas Shepherd [/color] [/center] Still he kept listening to the doctor. So she was his personal doctor now. Well so far she was nice, she didn't try to manhandled him or anything along those lines. Maybe she was different would in fact help him get better. He laughed a little and then listened to her more. She was a really funny doctor, and slowly he looked at her. Her facial features were exactly like his birth mother, there was no way she would have been his father due to the fact, she looked too young. Scratching his head, he answered her reply.
My doctor? Are you a kind doctor? Controlling Jayden isn't easy. You see I don't know anything what he has done. My head hurts for days, and in fact it's hurting right now. I just want him to go away for good. Can you make him go away?
Body was shaking as he was cold. Lack of muscle coverage was the blame for this. The season was fall, and if he got even skinner, there was no chance he would survive the winter months. To a very depressed patient and someone who wants to die, this didn't matter to them. The plate was pushed so far, it would have reached the doctor's side..
I don't need the medications. I am fine, this all due to me grieving, am I allowed to grieve? You know my parents were killed and then my love one and child was murdered by the staff. So is being sad allowed anymore?
His arms began to reached towards his left arm, he had the fork in his hand. So what the doctor was sitting by his side. He quickly snapped the head off, making a really sharp edge. It was all he needed to cut his throat open anyway. Suddenly she asked about the food. How should he ask this? Thinking deeply, even though all he wanted is to cut to his wrist, if the neck didn't work it would leave a horrible scar.
Because it looks like dog vomit and I don't want to eat something like that. It's gross. Anyway I am busy doing something, so please leave me alone now.
There was a scar on his left side of neck already for a fight, his cheek and eye were also slash, showing how badly he would fight when Jayden is in control. Slowly moving his hands underneath the table, he slipped it into his pocket. Hoping at least she wouldn't have seen it.
I am going now. I see you around ok
He then got off the seat and stood up, so he could leave to go into his room, and cut again. Even though there were guards, he wouldn't get away with it, but he was determined to keep on trying and that's all that matters for now.
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Tagged ----> Dr. Seclona
Status ----> Complete
Music ----> None
Credits ----> Baylee @ LM |
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Post by Dr. Jocelyn Sentino on Aug 9, 2011 18:42:35 GMT -5
Am I a nice doctor? I sure hope so... At least, I'd like to think that I am. Jocelyn smiled, with a small shrug. She knew that she had trouble with people, and trouble if things where not goign teh way that they should be, but over and all, she wasn't bad. And, she did not know about other people, well, doctors, but she always tried to set things right. At times perhaps, a bit rough and demanding, but in her opinion, so long as the end wa favorable, the methods of achieving that end do not matter. She was one of the people where the end justifies the means. Of course, still with in reason too, as she will not stand for compleate abuse and powerhunger, but lesser extremes, seh accepted.
I don't know if I can make Jayden go away right now...but we can certainly try. With a bit of time and effort he might....How bad is your head? Jocelyn asked slowly. Split personalities and headaches were never a good mix. At all...
You...are allowed to grief... Everyone is... especially at deaths of those who are close to us...The woman was watching him closely now. She watched as he broke the fork head off. Seemed as if the utensils they give out, should be made of rubber, with no sharp edges what so ever. This was going to be difficult. Keping all sharp things away from Baylee. Nearly impossible, seeing as she didn't want to lock him up in a padded room. At least, not yet. Not untill there is a clear reason. Baylee... can I see the fork please? She asked carefuly, hoping to get it away from him before he actually tried anything more. It wont' end well...
"Would you like something different to eat then? Perhaps I'll be able to get you something, if you want.... you have to eat something...Even if only a couple of bites... can you do that? Jocelyn asked, as she watched him getting up. Not good, not good. Hold on... dont' go just yet. Come sit with me. Breakfast isn't over yet... and I want to get to know a bit more about you... Jocelyn tried to catch Baylee's attention. Talk to him more outside of therapy. Maybe, gain a bit more knowlege into what she should be working with....Hopefully.... |
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Post by baylee on Aug 10, 2011 14:33:26 GMT -5
Baylee Thomas ShepherdGIVE ME HALF THE CHANCE I MAKE YOUUNDERSTAND. I HAVE MUCH MORE THAN THISNOT SO QUICK TO TRUST, I BE ONE BETTER--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Standing by the guards now, who were refusing to allowing to him to past. Only because the doctor, his doctor said out loud that breakfast wasn't over yet. Blowing under his breath, he slowly walked back to the table again. Showing he wasn't in a happy mood with her. He wanted to leave the cafeteria, so he could simple do his deed. Even though he had very little chance of getting it outside that's for sure. Blue eyes were filled with anger, pain and suffering deep inside. Slowly he sat down on the chair, and played with the fork which he made into a weapon in front of him. He didn't care if the doctor saw or would take it off him. His spirited wasn't there anymore, his will to get better and fight were also faded away fast.
I am not eating anything! You can't make me to eat. I don't like the food here alright?
He didn't mean to be all aggressive, but he was just fed up with the same routine all the time. Several doctors and interns have tired to get him to eat, and failed. Showing her, he meant by not eating, he picked up his plate and threw it across the wall, as the aggression was building deeply within him. Jayden wanted to come out to play, but he knew his headache would be lot worst and he shaked his head, screaming inside making Jayden back down.
You can't have the fork it is mind. You understand mind!
Everytime he was off his meds he turns into a monster, who someone doesn't like. He goes all aggressive towards people, fighting and even hurt them. Hands were shaking as the fork was still in his hand, as he didn't know a guard was coming and tackled him onto the ground. Immediately the fork was taken from his hand, and he screamed as he hated being manhandled. Struggling with the guard, he just wanted to be on his own and go to his room.
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Tagged ++++ Dr. Sectino
Song ++++ One Better - Aaron Carter
Credits ++++ Baylee @ LM |
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Post by Dr. Jocelyn Sentino on Aug 12, 2011 21:46:57 GMT -5
Jocelyn was watching him carefully, something was off. She hadn't had any sessions with him prior, but she could tell that he wsan't well... at all. And, she was sure that it had to do with more then just his headache and over all downess. Though, there wasn't much she could do. Getting to the patient took time, and she knew that. At times, often even hating first sessions or meetings, since they are the ones that always end up reather messed up. Never quite going right, and so different from the relationships and connections to which they lead. At times, she wished she could just skip on ahead and see where this takes them. Sadly, time machines were still at least a century away from being developed. If only....
I'm not going to make you, but can you explain why's that? Is somethign wrong with it? Or maybe you want something from outside of here? At this point, Jocelyn was hoping for somekind of possitive responce. If not possitive, at least not an agressive one... Or one that could give her something to work with... in a more formal setting, such as one of the therapy rooms. Granted, first she'd need to figure out how to get through to him, as no patient would even concider listening in this state of mind and condition. Depressingly enough. But, c'est la vie.
Now come on... what did that wall ever do to you? It's a nice wall! Jocelyn could not help but joke. The tencion was thick enough to be cut with a blade, which automatically ment that try hard as you might, you won't get trough. Sometimes changing their attention worked... sometimes doing something out of the ordinary... each patient had his own quorks. The key was discovering this one's. Sadly, one of the few things that the profile could not offer.
Jocelyn jumped up as Baylee got tackled. Sure, she could perfectly understand why that happen. And was actually thankfull that hte damned fork was taken away, but, still. She was one that did not prefer force... at all.... Now, came the decision of either sending him to his room.. or the therapy room... probably his room... since it was a more comfortable setting. Well, a familiar one at least. Then again, a therapy room, is rather a controled environment, with which she is more familiar, and thus able to monitor, and take hold if nessesary.
Take him to the therapy room, 206. I'll fallow. Jocelyn ordered to the guards holding Baylee down. A doctor had to do, what a doctor had to do. |
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Post by baylee on Sept 7, 2011 4:46:17 GMT -5
- I'll make a thread for them in the Therapy Room -
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