~ i don't need this blind acceptance
'the prettiest wretched whore you've ever seen'
prompt; burn
word count; 400
Day after day, Ophelia became slightly more predictable for the staff at Fairweather Sanatorium. The first week was spent fishing her from odd corners and tiny spaces, trying to get her into a room with other people was near impossible, until suddenly it all just stopped. The climbing, the hiding, the screaming. It just stopped.
Most afternoons, when shooed from her room, Ophelia would sit on the large, panelled window sill and stare out at the trees, her startling grey eyes lost in something only she could see. The doctors worried that she was isolating herself, until she started interjecting on conversations that some of the other patients were having.
Few people understood her, they way she spoke those days. You could occasionally get a coherent sentence out of her, but that was growing less and less as the days slid by. When she stopped talking 'normally' at all, rhyming and riddling constantly, the doctors decided that more treatment was needed.
The basements were used for the more unethical of treatments, but the Sanatorium was dedicated to the more difficult of patients, so there was no inquest into their methods. When Ophelia was taken down, strapped to a bed by her ankles, wrists and waist, she started to thrash. The nurses attempted to ignore it, but the girl was such that was hard to ignore. "No, no, no, she doesn't want to go. Please don't make her take it, she promises there won't be a fit."
But the treatment pressed ahead, and the nurses swore that the minute the electrolytes were fitted and the switch pressed, the entire hospital started to scream. The cries from the girl were echoed around the wards, and not a single patience was quiet, not even the catatonic ones. No one could explain it, and the treatment was abruptly ended as the doctors were all required elsewhere.
Two nurses were left to attend to the shaking girl as the others tried to calm the other patients. "Didn't mean it, wouldn't scream it. Burns through them all, like a battle call. Got too much and couldn't let go, next time they try they'll surely know." Neither of the nurses said anything, too shocked by what had happened.
Along Ophelia's side, where the nodes had been placed, were burns from the electricity, all along her sides, despite the areas being localised to avoid it. Ophelia was never taken for electro-shock therapy again.
prompt; burn
word count; 400
Day after day, Ophelia became slightly more predictable for the staff at Fairweather Sanatorium. The first week was spent fishing her from odd corners and tiny spaces, trying to get her into a room with other people was near impossible, until suddenly it all just stopped. The climbing, the hiding, the screaming. It just stopped.
Most afternoons, when shooed from her room, Ophelia would sit on the large, panelled window sill and stare out at the trees, her startling grey eyes lost in something only she could see. The doctors worried that she was isolating herself, until she started interjecting on conversations that some of the other patients were having.
Few people understood her, they way she spoke those days. You could occasionally get a coherent sentence out of her, but that was growing less and less as the days slid by. When she stopped talking 'normally' at all, rhyming and riddling constantly, the doctors decided that more treatment was needed.
The basements were used for the more unethical of treatments, but the Sanatorium was dedicated to the more difficult of patients, so there was no inquest into their methods. When Ophelia was taken down, strapped to a bed by her ankles, wrists and waist, she started to thrash. The nurses attempted to ignore it, but the girl was such that was hard to ignore. "No, no, no, she doesn't want to go. Please don't make her take it, she promises there won't be a fit."
But the treatment pressed ahead, and the nurses swore that the minute the electrolytes were fitted and the switch pressed, the entire hospital started to scream. The cries from the girl were echoed around the wards, and not a single patience was quiet, not even the catatonic ones. No one could explain it, and the treatment was abruptly ended as the doctors were all required elsewhere.
Two nurses were left to attend to the shaking girl as the others tried to calm the other patients. "Didn't mean it, wouldn't scream it. Burns through them all, like a battle call. Got too much and couldn't let go, next time they try they'll surely know." Neither of the nurses said anything, too shocked by what had happened.
Along Ophelia's side, where the nodes had been placed, were burns from the electricity, all along her sides, despite the areas being localised to avoid it. Ophelia was never taken for electro-shock therapy again.