7s_prompts "Glass breaks so easily. No matter how careful you are."
He hates this place.
There is too much green grass, too many trees, too many bright flowers and too much glass. The place was a little too open and bright for his taste, making everything seem fake to him. He doesn't like it at all, he prefers to see the truth instead of the illusion and he wonders if anyone else can see it here. No, they probably didn't. One side didn't want to see their glass cage and the other side wanted to believe they were doing something good.
"Mr. Marsh?" The voice behind him was inquisitive, catching his attention as the scruffy man turned around to face the doctor in the crisp and clean doctor jacket. "We haven't had a chance to meet yet, I'm Doctor Clark." He walked forward, offering his hand to the man who somewhat resembled a biker but all he really got in return was a grunt. The doctor stood there awkwardly for a moment before clearing his throat and dropping his hand. "Right, will you walk this way with me?"
"Sure." Leo nodded, moving to walk alongside the man. "I thought I had explain before that I didn't want to be called here."
"Ah yes, we know but this is important." The doctor could feel he was getting nervous again but it wasn't like he really enjoyed dealing with the younger man.
"What? Is she awake or what?" The question came with an arched brow though the features remained impassive.
The doctor was silent for a moment before finally shaking his head. "No. She sometimes will have a lucid moment or two but mainly she remains unaware of the world around her."
"So basically she's still locked away in her own world." Leo's tone was dry as they entered a large sitting room, his eyes drifting over the small crowd till he picked out a familiar form near the corner window where she seemed focused on the world outside.
"Well, yes." Doctor Clark sighed, nodding his head as he focused on the same woman who was swaying ever so slightly in her chair. "But we still have hope that one day...."
"I don't put a lot of stock in something like hope, Doctor." His tone was sharp as he looked at the older man, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "You told me once you didn't think she would ever come out of whatever place her mind was."
"We don't think so, no." The man finally conceded. "Whatever happened that night, Mr. Marsh, it had a horrible effect."
"Right and the countless drugs she had in her system had nothing to do with it." Leo snorted.
"Your mother experienced quite a lot in a short amount of time, Mr. Marsh. The night she was attacked and her husband died...."
"I don't want to hear excuses." The tone was a bit sharper this time as Leo turned to face the doctor, causing the other man to take a slightly startled step back. "What's wrong with my mother is she couldn't face the truth. Her husband was an abusive bastard who practically killed my sister and my mother chose to look the other way. She chose to take drugs and to use alcohol to escape the truth that she was just as much to blame as he was."
"Mr. Marsh, your mother is a disturbed woman. I was just saying...."
"Is she comfortable?"
"What?" The doctor looked confused.
"Is my mother comfortable here? I mean, even if she doesn't come out of her own world, is she comfortable here?" His tone was level as he studied the man.
"Well, yes but..."
"And are you looking after me? Are your nurses?"
The doctor straightened his shoulders at the idea that her level of care was being questioned. "Of course."
"And am I paying the bills to keep her here where she's comfortable and being taken care of?" Leo arched a brow.
"Yes, of course." The shoulders started to slump again.
"Then I'm not seeing why I've been called here. Keep doing what you're doing and we're all fine." Leo could feel the need for a cigarette starting to sneak over him as his fingers twitched a little.
"Mr. Marsh. During one of her lucid times, she talked about what happened that night. She said she saw a flash of light that looked like the sun in the middle of the night. She said that's what killed her husband."
Leo was silent for a long time as the need for a cigarette got stronger. His fingers twitched against his side as he looked at the woman in the corner for a long time before he looked at the doctor with a carefully schooled mask of indifference. "Her husband was killed by a flash of light? You call that a lucid moment, doctor?"
There was a slight falter before the other man sighed. "I just thought you would like to know."
"It's fine..." Leo shrugged, starting to step away but then the sound of his name distracted him. It was a sort of wail that caught his attention as he looked over at the woman who was his mother. She was flailing, clearly growing distressed as she started to call his name over and over. Not Leo, she was calling for Billy which was what she had called him when he was little.
Just as he thought of answering her, a nurse came to her side and picked up the doll that had been sitting on a table nearby. She started to make cooing noises to the distressed woman, reassuring her that Billy was there as she slid the doll into his arms.
"Oh Billy." His mother calmed almost immediately, her features softening as she started to pet the top of the doll's head. "It is going to be okay, Billy, Mommy is here. I'll protect you from the light." She started to make soft shushing noises while bouncing the baby and Leo had to tear his gaze away.
"I'll show myself out." His tone was tight as he turned away from the doctor but then he paused, looking back. "What about her sight?"
"No." The doctor shook his head, looking over at the woman. "She said the light took her eye sight and from the extent of the burns to her corneas, I don't think her eyesight will ever come back."
Leo didn't respond as he looked at the woman and then nodded, turning away as he walked out again. As he did, he heard a cry from somewhere else in the building and the sound of shattering glass which almost made him laugh.
It was amazing how easily things could fall apart.
There is too much green grass, too many trees, too many bright flowers and too much glass. The place was a little too open and bright for his taste, making everything seem fake to him. He doesn't like it at all, he prefers to see the truth instead of the illusion and he wonders if anyone else can see it here. No, they probably didn't. One side didn't want to see their glass cage and the other side wanted to believe they were doing something good.
"Mr. Marsh?" The voice behind him was inquisitive, catching his attention as the scruffy man turned around to face the doctor in the crisp and clean doctor jacket. "We haven't had a chance to meet yet, I'm Doctor Clark." He walked forward, offering his hand to the man who somewhat resembled a biker but all he really got in return was a grunt. The doctor stood there awkwardly for a moment before clearing his throat and dropping his hand. "Right, will you walk this way with me?"
"Sure." Leo nodded, moving to walk alongside the man. "I thought I had explain before that I didn't want to be called here."
"Ah yes, we know but this is important." The doctor could feel he was getting nervous again but it wasn't like he really enjoyed dealing with the younger man.
"What? Is she awake or what?" The question came with an arched brow though the features remained impassive.
The doctor was silent for a moment before finally shaking his head. "No. She sometimes will have a lucid moment or two but mainly she remains unaware of the world around her."
"So basically she's still locked away in her own world." Leo's tone was dry as they entered a large sitting room, his eyes drifting over the small crowd till he picked out a familiar form near the corner window where she seemed focused on the world outside.
"Well, yes." Doctor Clark sighed, nodding his head as he focused on the same woman who was swaying ever so slightly in her chair. "But we still have hope that one day...."
"I don't put a lot of stock in something like hope, Doctor." His tone was sharp as he looked at the older man, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "You told me once you didn't think she would ever come out of whatever place her mind was."
"We don't think so, no." The man finally conceded. "Whatever happened that night, Mr. Marsh, it had a horrible effect."
"Right and the countless drugs she had in her system had nothing to do with it." Leo snorted.
"Your mother experienced quite a lot in a short amount of time, Mr. Marsh. The night she was attacked and her husband died...."
"I don't want to hear excuses." The tone was a bit sharper this time as Leo turned to face the doctor, causing the other man to take a slightly startled step back. "What's wrong with my mother is she couldn't face the truth. Her husband was an abusive bastard who practically killed my sister and my mother chose to look the other way. She chose to take drugs and to use alcohol to escape the truth that she was just as much to blame as he was."
"Mr. Marsh, your mother is a disturbed woman. I was just saying...."
"Is she comfortable?"
"What?" The doctor looked confused.
"Is my mother comfortable here? I mean, even if she doesn't come out of her own world, is she comfortable here?" His tone was level as he studied the man.
"Well, yes but..."
"And are you looking after me? Are your nurses?"
The doctor straightened his shoulders at the idea that her level of care was being questioned. "Of course."
"And am I paying the bills to keep her here where she's comfortable and being taken care of?" Leo arched a brow.
"Yes, of course." The shoulders started to slump again.
"Then I'm not seeing why I've been called here. Keep doing what you're doing and we're all fine." Leo could feel the need for a cigarette starting to sneak over him as his fingers twitched a little.
"Mr. Marsh. During one of her lucid times, she talked about what happened that night. She said she saw a flash of light that looked like the sun in the middle of the night. She said that's what killed her husband."
Leo was silent for a long time as the need for a cigarette got stronger. His fingers twitched against his side as he looked at the woman in the corner for a long time before he looked at the doctor with a carefully schooled mask of indifference. "Her husband was killed by a flash of light? You call that a lucid moment, doctor?"
There was a slight falter before the other man sighed. "I just thought you would like to know."
"It's fine..." Leo shrugged, starting to step away but then the sound of his name distracted him. It was a sort of wail that caught his attention as he looked over at the woman who was his mother. She was flailing, clearly growing distressed as she started to call his name over and over. Not Leo, she was calling for Billy which was what she had called him when he was little.
Just as he thought of answering her, a nurse came to her side and picked up the doll that had been sitting on a table nearby. She started to make cooing noises to the distressed woman, reassuring her that Billy was there as she slid the doll into his arms.
"Oh Billy." His mother calmed almost immediately, her features softening as she started to pet the top of the doll's head. "It is going to be okay, Billy, Mommy is here. I'll protect you from the light." She started to make soft shushing noises while bouncing the baby and Leo had to tear his gaze away.
"I'll show myself out." His tone was tight as he turned away from the doctor but then he paused, looking back. "What about her sight?"
"No." The doctor shook his head, looking over at the woman. "She said the light took her eye sight and from the extent of the burns to her corneas, I don't think her eyesight will ever come back."
Leo didn't respond as he looked at the woman and then nodded, turning away as he walked out again. As he did, he heard a cry from somewhere else in the building and the sound of shattering glass which almost made him laugh.
It was amazing how easily things could fall apart.