Out of Their Minds

She giggled, but very quietly, and threw an accusing glance at Klesps. She tried to remember how to play War, but she remembered only vaguely, and picked up the rythm of the game by taking the last turn and watching the others.

 

"Klesps, that is not how you play war. No you can not start grabbing the cards I haven't played yet. I don't want to hear about occupying enemy territory! Just put down one card. The highest card wins both. No other rul - what?! There is no sherman tank card!"

 

At this she couldn't help but to laugh whole-heartedly. After she had laughed her fill, everyone seemed to stare at her. She looked down, and placed her card on the table.
"Klesps you slay me. But play fair, please."

 

Mortimer sat, confined in his lonely room. He licked his dry lips and stared at the dull light fixture. Mumbling to himself, his eyes ceaselessly searched the room. Suddenly, a shape caught his eye in the corner.
"Doc, that you?" he whispered.
The shape moved closer and into the light. His eyes widened when he realized it was the creature from his previous cell that he had seen several days ago.
"What the f*** are you doing here!?" screamed Mortimer.
It looked him up and down and said, "I see, you'll soon serve your purpose. We shall not meet again though Mortimer." It turned around abruptly and melted away back into the wall, as it always had in front of him. Mortimer's eyes looked around at every corner, every speck on the wall to see if it was still there.
"Jesus Mortimer, what the f*** is that? Oh God, I have to get out of here!"

 

Charlie the orderly tapped Gregor on the shoulder and passed him a small bottle. Handel shook his hands, letting the remainder of his pain medication fall into the orderly's palm. "Ladies I have to go visit Mortimer."

 

Mortimer heard someone approaching the door and looked up quickly.
"Oh sh*t! It's not one of you is it!?" he screamed.

 

"One of who, my Lord?" asked Gregor.

 

Mortimer heard Dr. Handel's familiar voice and relaxed.
"Nothing, it's uh... some f***ers who come through the wall. If I see another one I swear to God I'll..." Mortimer began mumbling to himself, almost forgetting that Gregor was outside his door.

 

"My Lord," continued Gregor, " I brought you some whiskey. I wonder could you tell me more about these things which torment you?"

 

Mortimer looked at the whiskey viciously and said, "Let me outta this goddamned chair and I'll tell you anything."

 

"I wonder where he's off to," Olena said quietly, half to herself, and half to Skye. She didn't freak out as usual when she found herself in a strange place, she just pretended she knew where she was. And she was playing war, it looked like.

 

Gregor shook his head. "I can not today, my Lord. Your enemies are watching me to closely. A few hours ago the set fire to my room. Will you let me put this bittle of whiskey to your lips?"

 

"Sure, sure. Just give me some of that sh*t," said Mortimer harshly. Gregor placed it to his lips and tipped it to a slight angle. Mortimer guzzled it greedily, threatening to chug the entire bottle. He pulled away after a good gulp and licked his lips. It tasted good, the first good thing he had had in a while.
"Now doc, what the f*** was it you needed?"

 

Skye waved as Gregor took off, but kept her gaze stuck on Jason. She watched, only half pay attention as she let out another card.

“Maybe he’s on more adventures.” She finally said. She watched as Jason got up from his seat, and came towards her.

“I’ll be back.” He said, “You stay.” She gave him an innocent smile as he walked off.

She looked back at the women that sat across from her.

“Do you like adventures?” Skye asked.

 

Olena smiled.
"Who wouldn't love a good adventure?"

 

"Only to bring you your whiskey my Lord. But tell me about those things that torment you."

 

"Torment.. torment..." Mortimer seemed lost in his place, the whiskey had made him forget, "Ah, oh yeah. This f***ing weird thing, I don't know how to describe it, comes to me and talks all weird and sh*t. I have no f***ing clue who or what it is. Kinda reminds me of E.T. in a way."

 

"Thank you my Lord. I must go now, but I will return soon." With a bow, Gregor left the room.

 

"Yeah... you always say that," muttered Mortimer as Gregor exited the room. He looked back to the boring light fixture, "Who knew the path of the Messiah could be so dull?"

 

“I really like adventures.” Skye commented before taking both the cards, 10 over 3. She quickly placed down another card, as her eye gave a twitch.

“I’ll bash your head in!” she screamed. She looked up apologetically.

“Do you like Doctor Francine?” she asked.

 

"I like her pretty well," said Olena. "I don't like the majority of the orderlies, though. Especially that one." She nodded backwards towards Jason. "He doesn't belong here."

 

She looked back as Jason walked in with her second dose of medications.

“No, he doesn’t belong.” She said, “He holds grudges.” Her eye gave a twitch. He sat on the couch nearby, giving her a wink. She played with the medications in the bottle, wagging it back and forth.

“I you’ll excuse me, I have something I need to do. It was lovely talked with you.” She walked from her chair, and headed towards Jason. She was going to take care of his attitude.

She stopped just in front of him, taking the medications from his hand. He handed her the cup of water. He watched intently as she lifted the medications to her lips, only to let them fall from her grasp onto the floor.

He looked at her angrily, and stood up. He quickly grabbed her wrist and her chin, bringing her face down towards the pills.

“You can take them from the floor.” He said, his voice angry. She gave a devious smile as he let go, as she grabbed for the pills. She quickly stood up with them in her hands. She backed up, and looked at him in the eyes.

“You know, you’ll pay for being like that to me.”

He shook his head, “Take your medicat—“ In one quick movement she put all her power to her leg, and kicked him in the crotch. He yelled out in pain, falling to the ground. She took her medications, and threw them on him.

“I told you.” She sat down at the card table, and took her cards in her hand.

“So where were we?”

 

Vira's eyes burned. Even though the little girl had well taken care of herself, she was angry. Off the floor?! Suppose she should catch some horrible disease?
"So where were we?"
"I - I don't know." She got up, and forced a small smile at Skye. "You're - You're fired!" She yelled, feeling stupid afterwards, because she knew she didn't have that right. Jason laughed, which infuriated her even more.
"You can't - "
"I know I can't but you'll quit."
"I will not, I need the money." Vira narrowed her eyes.
"I think you will."

 

Skye looked at her new card partner in confusion, then back at Jason who was pulling himself painfully onto the couch. She smiled, and jumped from her seat.

“I’d better go, before things get worse.” She shook her hand and walked from the playroom. She’d need to hideout, or she would be forced to take her extra medications. She smiled to herself nonetheless. It had been worth it.

 

I folded the documents and licked the stamp, pressing it hard on the envelope. I slipped the papers inside, and then walked out of the office.
"I'm out for the hour. I'll be back during lunch break."
I instructed Joanna who nodded and then let me walk out of the aisle, towards the reception. I gave the documents to the receptionist, whispering:
"Give these to Brenda. But don't tell her who gave them."
With that, I exited the building. I had some homework to do.

******​

"Thanks Jim!"
Jerry replied with a humble look on his face. Jim winked back and then drove away from Jerry, leaving him at the doorstep of the mental asylum. Jerry let out a breath of exhaustion and walked inside, and immediately towards the reception.

"Do you know where Dr. Francine is?"
He asked, crossing his feet over out of nervousness. The receptionist shook her head, replying:
"She just left without informing of her target location."
Jerry groaned, and then asked:
"Is Dr. Brenda in office?"
"No."
A smile occupied Jerry's face. At last, he could do something without Brenda's filthy hands on his work.
"Thanks."

He walked ahead towards the room, when the receptionist stopped him.
"Excuse me? Who are you, and who do you want to visit?"
Jerry bit his lower lip. He had no idea what patients were here, let alone who he should claim to visit.
"I'm here to visit..."
Thinking of the first word that came to him, he struck his gaze on the poster on the counter. Sky Air Travels.
"I'm here to see...Sky."

The receptionist nodded and then asked:
"Are you from her family?"
Having being successful in his lie, he continued bravely:
"Of course yes. I'm her...cousin."
The woman smiled and noted this down, and then called out:
"Hey, Bick, get this man to Skye."