[ Mellinger ]
“Strange, isn't it? Each man's life touches so many other lives. When he isn't around he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he?”
-It's A Wonderful Life
Claudia Donovan
Warehouse 13
402 words
Claudia Donovan stared at the white ceiling.
She didn't feel better.
“Take your medication,” the nurses said every day. “Talk to the doctor. You'll feel better soon.”
She didn't feel better.
However, the last four months had not been wasted. The regiment of crappy food, nauseating pills, and long talks with a psychiatrist had paid off.
She didn't feel better, but she felt calmer.
Claudia knew now that she wasn't crazy. She'd thought she was. Who wouldn't think they were nuts?
The dreams weren't surprising. She'd barely realized what they were. Not until they started happening in the day. At first, they'd been flashes, glimpses, in black and white. She'd heard her brother's voice, seen his face, felt him hug her. She'd been a little girl again. The more frequent they became, the clearer they got. She saw Joshua's experiment again, and she saw Artie.
She almost screamed at the thought. She caught herself, though, just in time. If she screamed alone in her room, the staff wouldn't listen to her later today. She needed them to listen to her.
Claudia focused her thoughts. They'd been betrayed. She and Joshua had been betrayed. That bastard had promised her that he wouldn't let anything happen. And now... now he was gone. She needed to find him. That was the next step.
She'd already recreated Joshua's experiment from his notes. She'd started to it try and find some answers, to try and explain her dreams to herself. Then she'd seen him. She'd actually seen him, and he'd told her he was trapped.
Two days later, she'd checked herself in here. She'd thought she was crazy, and Mellinger Psychiatric Clinic seemed as good as any other place to compose herself. But she'd realized she wasn't crazy. She had seen Joshua. He was trapped. And she could help him.
She would help him.
She'd keep looking for Artie. He'd gotten Joshua into this, he would get Joshua out. She just had to find him.
She sat up in the bed as the door opened.
“Hello dear,” a nurse said with a smile. “How are you feeling today?”
Claudia smiled at her. “I think I'd like to go home.”
-It's A Wonderful Life
Claudia Donovan
Warehouse 13
402 words
Claudia Donovan stared at the white ceiling.
She didn't feel better.
“Take your medication,” the nurses said every day. “Talk to the doctor. You'll feel better soon.”
She didn't feel better.
However, the last four months had not been wasted. The regiment of crappy food, nauseating pills, and long talks with a psychiatrist had paid off.
She didn't feel better, but she felt calmer.
Claudia knew now that she wasn't crazy. She'd thought she was. Who wouldn't think they were nuts?
The dreams weren't surprising. She'd barely realized what they were. Not until they started happening in the day. At first, they'd been flashes, glimpses, in black and white. She'd heard her brother's voice, seen his face, felt him hug her. She'd been a little girl again. The more frequent they became, the clearer they got. She saw Joshua's experiment again, and she saw Artie.
She almost screamed at the thought. She caught herself, though, just in time. If she screamed alone in her room, the staff wouldn't listen to her later today. She needed them to listen to her.
Claudia focused her thoughts. They'd been betrayed. She and Joshua had been betrayed. That bastard had promised her that he wouldn't let anything happen. And now... now he was gone. She needed to find him. That was the next step.
She'd already recreated Joshua's experiment from his notes. She'd started to it try and find some answers, to try and explain her dreams to herself. Then she'd seen him. She'd actually seen him, and he'd told her he was trapped.
Two days later, she'd checked herself in here. She'd thought she was crazy, and Mellinger Psychiatric Clinic seemed as good as any other place to compose herself. But she'd realized she wasn't crazy. She had seen Joshua. He was trapped. And she could help him.
She would help him.
She'd keep looking for Artie. He'd gotten Joshua into this, he would get Joshua out. She just had to find him.
She sat up in the bed as the door opened.
“Hello dear,” a nurse said with a smile. “How are you feeling today?”
Claudia smiled at her. “I think I'd like to go home.”