Group Therapy Room

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Wed Feb 16, 2011 10:16 pm

Every thud each chair made as Lovino flung the furniture around the room was just a little more satisfying to him. But it wasn’t enough, just never fucking enough. He was so angry, he didn’t even know what to do with himself. His wrist hurt so bad, this whole stupid group therapy thing had completely gone to hell…Lovino wanted nothing more than to escape to his own world, a world where he wasn’t a weak coward but someone with power, someone people feared and respected, at least a little. His face was flushed bright red in his fury, his cries of rage threatened to scream his throat raw, and his mind shouted nothing other than “FUCK THEM! FUCK THEM ALL!” The Italian couldn’t remember the last time he had been this furious. It was as if all the pain and frustration pent up inside him had manifested itself into this crazed, destructive monster. Beneath all that hate and tension, though, Lovino was terrified of himself. He couldn’t control what he had become, and that scared him more than anything else in this room.

He had just gripped the next closest chair when suddenly, new people entered the room, and within moments, a small, Asian man was making his way swiftly across the floor, stopping for a moment to point at Lovino in a way that commanded authority and told him he was in a hell of a lot of trouble. The Italian froze, staring at the security guard with wide, panicked eyes as the man’s smaller ones narrowed at him and sent tremors all over his skin. Lovino held the chair inches above the ground and winced as the guard spoke to him, his words hitting him as if the man had used physical force. His heart thumped violently within his chest as he watched the man move away from him, a small wave of relief passing over the Italian once there was more distance between them. The other’s threat still had his heart gripped in fear, however. At the moment, Lovino couldn’t move even if he had wanted to. What he saw next, however, broke him free of that command.

The Asian man approached the two brawling on the other side of the room and grabbed the larger man off the top of the psycho bitch quickly. Even though he was smaller, the guard easily overpowered him, and Lovino’s eyes widened as the man who looked like Antonio broke down crying in his grip. The Italian staggered back, horrified, thinking the guard must have been hurting him badly in that torturous hold. Could he be next?! No fucking way! Lovino wouldn’t let that guard get near him, dammit! This was too much; he couldn’t handle being trapped in this room any longer. But…he couldn’t leave Antonio- No! That man was not his Toni. Toni was far, far away, not standing here only a few feet away from him. This man was an imposter- a trick! Lovino shut his eyes tightly as tears ran down his face, and he took one last glance at the miserable-looking green-eyed man whose face resembled the one he missed so badly before letting out a final scream, this one more out of despair than anger. His trembling fit overtook him violently, his hand shaking but still gripping the chair. He flung it far, hearing glass shatter as collided with the room’s large window and scattered sharp shards onto the ground outside. The sound startled Lovino, and knowing that harsh consequences would most likely follow, the Italian turned towards the door and swiftly retreated, running for all he was worth. The man could move twice as fast when he was terrified, and as he raced for the exit, Lovino did his best not to bowl over the young boy who stood in his way.

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As soon as the heathen of a man was dragged off of her, Natalya began to right herself. She gave Hei a nasty look when he addressed her. She knew him, of course, had met him several times during her stay. She did not like him, the smug little bastard. He was one of the many people who worked here that, in her eyes, needed to be put back into his place. Sadly, he was one of the few she had met in her life, that she knew she could not do so to, easily.

Even so, her desire to fight was now gone. She stood up, and primly brushing off her skirt, and ran her fingers through her hair, smoothing it down as best she could. There was a throbbing forming in her forehead, from the hit she'd taken, but she did her best to ignore it, instead giving a look of utter and complete disgust to the man that had attacked her in the first place.

Where did he get off thinking he had the right to even share the same breathing space as her, let alone make physical contact? And then, he proves at first to be a worthy opponent, only to becoming a crying mess. Really, how disgraceful.

She huffed, and turned her cold blue eyes over towards the man she had assaulted herself. He looked broken, like some poor unloved doll. She watched with interested as he threw the chair away, a cruel smile forming when she heard the glass shatter. He kept running, and she folded her hands in front of her, letting them rest against the soft material of her dark dress, she took one of the seat that had not been overturned, crossing her legs at the ankles, and smoothing her dress down around her legs.

Momentarily, she wondered, if she would be making another visit to Dr. Kirkland's office that day, or if perhaps she'd just be placed in solitary.

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Sat Apr 02, 2011 5:27 pm

This really wasn't new at all. Crazy people often did the strangest things, but it was almost always fun to watch them go, and this really was no different. As Hei's hand left his arm Sealand shifted from one heal to the other and spun his arms around slightly.

Two of them were really going at it. Snarling and growling and being naughty little crazy people, as all good and entertaining crazy people should be. Well, at least as far as Sealand was concerned. What good were crazy people that didn't do anything? They were just boring and took up unnecessary space. Space that good entertaining crazy people could be filling!

It was absolutely wonderful to see good crazy people just going at it! Then there was the third, and he was probably just as crazy, flinging things about and being generally destructive, but Sealand knew his type. Anger issues, but they never had the nerve to honestly do any real damage.

"Spiiiiineleeeeeeesss~" Sealand singsonged to himself. Oh yes, he knew the type. They looked just as crazed as the rest of them, but they lacked something essential to really be all that entertaining. Pity really. Perhaps Sealand would feel the need to just push this one a bit. Because any good crazy person needed a back bone. How else would he assert his crazy!?! Honestly!

Hei was over to the other two by now, and had effectively halted all of the chaos in the room with minimal actual work. Now that simply would not do! The spineless one high tailed it out of the room, obviously unnerved as one of the other patients started to silently weep to himself.

"What a rat, sliiiinking away like that~" Sealand called loudly in his normal sing song manner as the spineless one made his escape. Really, there was nothing for it, but that could be quite a bit of fun. Sealand would enjoy pushing his buttons, and seeing how far he would run.

But there were other matters to deal with at the moment.

Hei was busy with the male, so Sealand made his way over to the female.

"Oh my, you're quite a pretty one aren't you? But that bump on your head, he gave you quite a thrashing didn't he? And he just looks sooooo sorry about it. Isn't that sweet of him~ I bet he's going to get off easy for it too, since he's just sooo repentant!" Sealand smiled and giggled at that. Really, that crying blubbering heap looked horrible. Must be bi-polar or something~

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This wasn't the first time someone had degraded into tears in his presence, but usually they didn't entirely collapse in on themselves like this man did. If Hei hadn't known any better, he would have thought the man actually repentant, and let him go. But Hei was no fool. Not five minutes ago this man was causing havoc, and picking a fight with Arlovskaya, one of, if not the, most violent woman Hei had ever met. Had she instigated it, or had he? Hei would need more information to know for sure. This new one, of which he had never met in person till now, would have to go on his permanent radar, even if he was a crying blubbering mess at the moment.

Hei was busy keeping an eye on the man in his hands and Arlovskaya as she righted herself, gaining that air of indifference again that seemed as essential to her character as the constant violence. He wasn't watching for the other two in the room, and he certainly hadn't noticed the orderly. His focus was entirely on the other two, so when he noticed rapid movement from the one with the chair, he spun on his heals, dragging the sobbing man with him unintentionally.

The slight brunet hurled the chair at one of the rooms various windows, and Hei watched as it shattered into a million pieces. The absolute terror that washed over the brunets face was a good sign, but Hei didn't have long to confirm that thought. Before Hei could do anything the other man had dashed from the room like a bat out of hell. Wonderful. Hei couldn't just leave these two alone unsupervised, so his hands were tied. It was at that moment that he realized there was a orderly in the room. At the revelation Hei glared.

"Go after him!" He barked, and the orderly went deathly pale before dashing off after the brunet. He kept his eyes on Arlovskaya and the one in his arms, but he reached for his radio, and called in for back up in case the orderly couldn't grab the brunet.

Just a regular day at work. God he needed a better job.

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Sat Jul 02, 2011 7:47 pm

It felt like hours what instead had been just a couple of minutes. The tears burned at his cheeks but as much as he tried he couldn’t stop. He was a death weight on the Asian man’s arms and he couldn’t find the strength to support himself. It kept coming to him, that this feeling would only last for a few minutes and that he’ll be moving from sad to another emotion fairly quickly, that he just needed to keep it together for the time being. But it felt as if he had been that way for hours, days even weeks, the feeling of despair was so immense and he couldn’t help but wonder why was he even alive.

He could hear the voice of a kid loud in his mind, laughing at him, but he brushed it off as one more of his many hallucinations, they were common when he let his emotions change so quickly. Sighing he fought with his legs to stand up and then without trying to slip from the man’s hold he walked a bit towards the nearest chair, sitting down on it and burying his face between his hands, cleaning all the wetness of his eyes and cheeks with his sleeves. He wondered if he would be given more and stronger medicine than he had before. Or if he would just put on solitary, that last one he dreaded. Solitary confinement was one of the reasons he had hated the past hospital he had been on so much. He was a social person, he liked the company, loved the small talk, he wouldn’t be happy if he was to spend his whole day locked up in a room with only a small window. In addition, he had found Lovi… or at least someone that looked an awful lot like him, he didn’t know, those parts were still a little blurry, but he did know, that he absolutely had to speak with that angry boy once again. He needed it like air.

In the mean time the only think he could think of doing was wait and try for dear life to not lash out again, and when the doctor showed up to beg for forgiveness and ask to be spared this one time, with the promise of taking more medications if needed.

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Andrea was running late. Very late. She had had a misunderstanding with another doctor over who was supposed to be leading the group therapy session that afternoon, and that misunderstanding had led to confusion which had led to a fight due to the other doctor’s condescending attitude and Andrea’s own stubbornness. But that didn’t matter anymore. Like with most fights Andrea fought, she had won, and that was why she was hurrying down the hall now, on the way to her first session. And even as sweat dripped down the back of her neck and her heart thumped in anticipation, Andrea knew she was prepared.

She had stayed up late the night before memorizing every patient’s name, what they looked like, and what their problems were. She knew who to watch out for and who to be gentle with. She knew every patient’s past record, the good and bad things they had done, their habits and preferences…everything. And she wouldn’t have said none of it made her nervous. The Ecuadorian was brave, but she was not fearless. She knew how easily things could break out of her control. She knew that some patients couldn’t be tamed without force and even then, sometimes force just wasn’t enough. But Andrea was a professional. She had compassion for even the most difficult of patients, people other staff members wouldn’t even touch, and she’d do whatever she could to get through to them even if they loathed her for it later. “I’m here to help you if you’ll let me” was a phrase she repeated to almost ever person who came to visit her.

This was going to be a whole new situation though. A room full of patients forced to interact with each other- most against their will- was a challenge the doctor was both looking forward to and dreading at the same time. She wouldn’t let on that this was her first time leading a session like this- such information would only expose a weakness that others might take advantage of. She needed to stay calm and retain her authority no matter how worked up the patients got or whatever tricks they tried to pull on her. And no matter what, she had to make sure she didn’t lose her temper.

Andrea gasped for breath as she reached the end of the hall, holding her binder and clipboard close to her chest. The door was open. Could everyone be inside already? Andrea was sure of it. There was no way they’d be later than she was. The doctor suppressed a groan and took a deep breath, calming herself once more before finally entering the room.

What she found there shocked her speechless. The room was a mess; there were chairs strewn everywhere, and the large window in the back was broken. The security guard, Hei, looked like he had just had a rough time bringing some form of peace back to this small gathering. Only three patients were present- a much lower number than expected. One was seated in one of the chairs far from her, her hair disheveled and possibly a bruise forming on her face, yet she was still sitting there with an impressive amount of composure and apathy in her eyes. Natalya Arlovskaya. Andrea had heard that she was dangerous, though she had never met the girl in person. Sitting in a chair a fair distance away, was a tan brunette- Antonio Fernandez Corriedo if Andrea remembered correctly. She had read about the dangers of his condition as well, but the man looked as if he had been crying, and Andrea couldn’t help but feel some pity for him. She suspected he had been the one Natalya had been fighting with. It was obvious given their disorders and the state the two were in, but Andrea was still puzzled about what could have been the cause.

The last patient was only a child. Andrea loved children, and it saddened her to think that someone so young could already be locked up here with all the rest of these mentally impaired people. He didn’t seem afraid, however. Instead, he had a pleasant expression on his face and didn’t seem bothered by any of the apparent chaos that had happened in this room. But Andrea knew this child was very troubled. Peter, or Sealand as he liked to be called, had had a far from normal childhood that would turn him into a dangerous teenager if not helped. Andrea really hoped she’d be able to do something for him.

However, for the healing to begin, they first had to start this session. Andrea inhaled deeply once again, frowning at the shattered glass from the window that had been the obvious victim of this last brouhaha. She gave the security guard an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry I was late, Hei. I’ll take it from here.”

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The first thing Hei wanted to do - and really, he did want to do this - was to chase down the run away. He'd given a direct command, and he had failed to follow through with it. It was something Hei was not about to let go. But he was needed here. The brunet slumped into a chair, and if it was possible, seemed to deflate even more than he already had. For what ever reason he was very upset, but Hei couldn't really bring himself to care. Between the new one and Arlovskaya, he was not about to go soft on the situation. Especially with the broken window to consider. If he didn't know what Arlovskaya was capable of, he'd drag both of them off right now, but for the moment, he would let them sit before relocating them.

So Hei stood imposingly, scrutinizing the two of them from a distance. Then, out of his line of sight the child, Peter, waltzed in and took up a post next to Arlovskaya, obviously antagonizing her. Hei smelt trouble on that one without even having to think about it. On impulse Hei grabbed the child's hand, and dragged him away from Arlovskaya.

"Take a seat and keep to yourself." He stated plainly, depositing the small child into a chair.

He took a few steps back, and kept a close eye on the three of them. He didn't want this erupting into another confrontation; he knew very well that Arlovskaya was not one to let an injustice upon her go unpunished. If the brunet had been the one to start it, or Arlovskaya had a reason to start the fight, she would undoubtedly be back to finish it. It was something Hei would need to keep an eye on.

Within moments the doctor who was in charge of leading the session showed up. Hei wasn't keeping tabs on who would be running this session, but when Jaramillo came in, he wasn't all that surprised. She seemed in total aw of how ruined the room was, and she took a good minute or so to take it all in before turning to him with a smile on her face.

Despite her statement of being able to handle the area, Hei was not about to let her do such a thing. "If you want to continue with the therapy session, we'll need to relocate. This isn't a conducive environment for that any more. Do you have an idea of where you would like to relocate, or should I arrange for something?"

His statement was curt, and to the point. She needed to know that she was not going to just waltz in late and have everything work out perfectly. If you left them to their own devices for to long, this sort of thing happened, and he was always the one that had to deal with the clean up.

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Andrea thought for a moment before answering Hei.

“I’ll move them to the room down the hall. There are plenty of chairs in there and far less glass…”

The doctor picked up some of the scattered chairs nearby and then called out to the patients loudly, her voice friendly yet full of authority. It was time to let them know who was in charge here.

“If everyone would please follow me, we may be able to get this started before anymore…excitement delays us.” She looked over at Hei in a silent request for help as she tried to get the patients out the door. It was easier with some than others, but eventually, they were successfully relocated. Andrea made sure to leave a note behind on the door telling any late patients where they had moved to.

“Now then,” the doctor started, once everyone was sitting down, “assuming no one has escaped into the outside world, all who are present should be on my list of scheduled attendees.”

She opened her binder and frowned. There were certainly more than three people on her list, but they must have gotten held up somehow. Perhaps the orderlies had failed to drag them out of their rooms or their conditions had affected their health so much that they were unfit to come. Whatever the reason, these three were all she had to work with at the moment, and she would have to do her best to make it a successful session that they could all benefit from.

“I’ll start by introducing myself,” the Ecuadorian said. “My name is Andrea Ojeda Jaramillo, but you can just call me Dr. Jaramillo. I’ll be leading your group therapy session today. Before we begin, I’d like to remind you of the rules of group therapy. This is a safe and private environment, so remember that everything said in here must remain confidential. Nothing will be repeated outside this room. Do not argue with or criticize other people. Do not speak while others are speaking. Do not try to give advice to one another, either. This is a time for us to share freely, without the fear of being judged or ridiculed. If you have something to say, don’t be afraid to share it. Once you acknowledge your problems and release your stress, you’ll be one step closer to recovery. If you have any questions or concerns during the session, please raise your hand and I’ll call on you, but I ask that you wait until whoever is speaking is finished with their turn. Are we clear?”

She waited until she had some form of confirmation that they had at least been listening before she nodded and moved on, opening her binder and looking down the roster.

“We’re going to take roll now. Please listen as I call your name,” Andrea said. “Confirm your presence, and let me know if there is anything else you would like to be called.”

The doctor looked up at her patients and then back down at her sheet to the first name listed at the top.

“Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.”

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Tue Nov 01, 2011 5:48 pm

It took him a few more minutes to relax completely and come back to his normal self, the tears stopped stinging and his vision cleared enough for him to see the guard and the doctor that had just come in. He realized for the first time that the chairs were arranged in a circle and that there were only three other people with him. The purpose he had coming to this room came back to him and immediately he panicked. This was supposed to be Therapy group, an opportunity to socialize, and what did he do? He started hitting ladies and crying for a man he wasn't even sure he knew.

When his name was called his green eyes finally looked up at the owner of the voice. She was pretty, her accent sounded vaguely familiar to Antonio's ears and he couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his lips when she pronounced his name correctly; people rarely ever did. "Si, I'm Antonio Señorita." He fidgeted on his seat uncomfortably, trying to find the right words for what he wanted to say at that moment. He wanted to apologize, but if he had learnt something in the previous hospital is that doctors never believed the promises of their patients

"Please Señorita, I-I'm sorry about what happened earlier." His eyes went back and forth between the guard and the doctor, begging them with his look to understand. "If you want to give me more medicine please, please do. I can have more appointments with the doctor, I promise I won't skip any therapy. But please don't lock me all by myself in my room, I can't take that!" It was a good compromise he thought, he knew he was sick and that he needed help, and he was not refusing the help from his doctors, but encouraging it; that had to count for something right?

Patiently, he waited for the assessment, and he finally took the time to examine the rest of the people with him in the room, a bit disappointed and relieved at the same time, that the boy that looked so much like Lovi was not there that afternoon.

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Tue Nov 01, 2011 6:55 pm

He hadn't meant to be so late. His alarm had been set, but it hadn't gone off, and the nap he'd meant to only take about an hour took an hour and a half. It also didn't help that he wasn't used to this place yet, and when he left his room, he'd gotten a bit lost. One of the nurses had been kind enough to direct him, but she gave him odd looks, that made Alfred nervous, and try to shrink back into his baggy sweater.

A few months ago the sweater had almost fit him. Right now, it hung on his bony shoulders as if it could slide right off. He buried his hands in the material and clutched it closer to him, his head lowered slightly as the nurse led him through the halls towards where the group therapy room was. She was a nice woman, very talkative, and it didn't take long before she had him talking as well.

Alfred, despite everything, had always been cheery, and he loved to talk. He loved to learn, and loved being able to talk about the things he loved. If it hadn't been for his particular brand of illness, if he hadn't ended up in the hospital due to malnourishment and dehydration, he would have gone to college, he'd be in college right now taking all sorts of interesting classes. Instead, he was in a hospital, where his parents would visit him every week, and he would be medicated, isolated from everything he'd ever wanted.

Even so, he tried hard to have a good out look on this. Maybe they could fix him here, maybe... maybe he could get better, and still go to college and learn all the things he wanted. He could become someone great, and someday help others. That was Alfred's goal, and if it meant having to let someone in, he'd have to at least try.

The room his therapy session was at was empty. The note on the door told them where to go, but Alfred took a moment to peek in and see the reason why they'd moved. Glass on the floor and a few chairs overturned. He felt a wave of fear hit him.

Alfred used to wrestle, a few years ago, he could have handled any fight. But since then, with his constant binging and purging, his body had grown more frail, if someone attacked him, he wasn't foolish enough to think he could stand a chance. He was too breakable now, too weak, too frail. Too pathetic.

The nurse led him down to the new room, and she knocked on the door, before ushering him inside. The nurse gave him a gentle smile, as if to reassure him it was okay, before speaking to the Doctor. “I'm very sorry to interrupt, Dr. Jaramillo, I found one of your patients in the halls.”

She rested a hand on Alfred's arm lightly, and he hunched his shoulders up a bit, ducking his head a bit, while the nurse continued to speak, “He seemed a bit lost.”

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The man she called answered, and Andrea looked up from her roster to meet his bright green eyes with her own similarly-colored ones. Antonio looked extremely distressed. The doctor listened to his apology and the attempt to compromise with pity. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he had been the initiator of the fight earlier given his condition, but right now he just seemed so sorry and frightened. Andrea tried not to let her sympathy get in the way of her authority, however. She couldn’t let herself show weakness and jeopardize her control of this obviously unstable group. The doctor kept both her voice and face neutral, answering the man calmly.

“You’re not going to be locked away, Antonio. Just please try to retain control of yourself, and don’t do anything to harm another patient or yourself. Your social privileges will only be taken away if you continue to pose a threat to other patients, and I hope that through this session you are able to show your ability to cooperate and interact with your peers without violence.”

She wasn’t sure if there would be any changes in the man’s medication or privileges due to the previous incident, but she had heard about patients acting out before when first meeting and calming down once they had gotten more comfortable with each other. Andrea would just have to keep a careful eye on Antonio and make sure he did not bear any grudges or malicious intent for any of his fellow patients.

She was about to continue taking roll when a new person came into the room, led by a nurse. Andrea nodded in response to the nurse and gestured to the man next to her.

“No problem at all. Please, come in.”

It didn’t take her mind long to match the new face to a photo in her files. Alfred Jones. He was easy to indentify by the condition of his body alone. The boy was terrible gaunt, and his clothes looked far too large for him. Andrea had read about his history and eating disorders. Socially, she didn’t recall any serious problems, however, so she hoped he’d be able to speak freely among the other patients and participate in the session easily. She directed him to a free chair and thanked the nurse before looking at the blonde again.

“You are Alfred Jones, right?” she confirmed. “Welcome to group therapy. I’ll repeat the rules of this session after I’ve finished taking roll in case anyone else comes in late. I’m glad you could join us today.”

She realized she probably should have waited to announce the rules in the first place to avoid repeating herself, but it couldn’t be helped now. At least the doctor knew better for next time. Andrea waited until she had an answer from Alfred before moving on.

“Okay, then. Next is…Peter Kirkland.”

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