APH Fic Mental Help chapter 2
Title: Mental Help
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Prussia, Germany, America, Canada, Hungary, England, Greece, China. Eventual Germancest
Rating: M for certain aspects.
Warnings: Mentions of cutting, anorexia, and bulimia. More graphic in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Gilbert is the newest patient in the teenage mental hospital where his parents put him out of concern for him. There he finds acceptance, getting over his problems, friends, and even a lover.
"This is the 'game room'." Ludwig said opening the door. When they entered the room Gilbert saw one part of the room stacked with board games against the wall, a TV in the corner of the room, shelves filled with books covered another wall as well as chairs, couches, and tables.
A boy sat in one of the couches reading a book. He looked up when he heard the two entered.
"Hello Ludwig. Hello Gilbert." he said.
"Hello Arthur." Ludwig said. "This is Arthur Kirkland."
Gilbert nodded before he paused. "Did the doctor tell you my name?"
Arthur shook his head. "The fairies heard about you and told me."
"The…fairies?" Gilbert repeated.
Arthur nodded. "They like you. your white hair and red eyes remind them of their elves."
"I'm an albino." Gilbert mumbled.
"I need to finish the tour." Ludwig said. "We'll see you in the cafeteria."
Arthur nodded once more as his attention went back to the book.
"So he really is insane." Gilbert said once they were in the hallway.
"That depends." Ludwig said.
"On what?"
"Well." Ludwig said glancing at Gilbert. "No one did tell him your name, yet he knew."
"There's no such thing as…" Gilbert started to say before he felt his throat close up. He coughed a few times into his fist.
"There's no such thing as what?" Ludwig asked.
"Nothing, nothing." Gilbert said waving his hand. He cleared his throat and coughed once more.
As he and Ludwig continued to walk Gilbert swore that he felt a pair of small lips bump against his cheek like a little kiss.
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Ludwig glanced at the lock hanging on the wall. "It's time for lunch. I'll show you the way to the cafeteria and that will end the tour."
"Great." Gilbert said trying to ignore the way his stomach clenched at the word lunch.
"All the meals are eaten in the cafeteria and together." Ludwig said. "Food isn't really allowed in your rooms however all the doctor turn a blind eye to it."
"How many doctors are here?" Gilbert asked.
"Five in total at the moment." Ludwig answered. "More if there are more patients, you make six."
"Lucky me." Gilbert murmured. Ludwig gave a small chuckle.
"Since there's only six of us most of the time we eat in a group, wait no I was wrong." Ludwig corrected himself. "There's five of us in the cafeteria."
"Six patients and five in the cafeteria?"
"My roommate, Kiku, refuses to leave our room for anything." Ludwig explained. "Thankfully we have a toilet and shower in all the rooms."
They entered the cafeteria and got into the line. As Ludwig gave his name Gilbert glanced around the room. Alfred was sitting next to Arthur and another man who had long black hair and was thing and gaunt.
"Name?" the cafeteria worker asked with a smile.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt." he said. The worker nodded and lightly touched the screen a few times before she nodded again. "Your food will be ready in a few moments."
"What do you usually eat here?" Gilbert asked trying to sound nonchalant as if his stomach wasn't flipping.
"Depends on why you're here most of the time." Ludwig answered. "Some people's conditions prevent them from eating some things and others are allergic to some food. The computer lists what we can, cannot, and should eat."
Two helpers came and set the trays on the counter in front of them. Ludwig thanks them as Gilbert nodded his thanks, his eyes focused on the food. A chicken soup, two slices of bread, a glass of milk, and an apple. His body started to shake enough to rattle the utensils.
"You alright?" Ludwig asked concerned.
Gilbert nodded as he clenched his lips together.
"Do you want to sit alone or with us?" Ludwig asked.
Gilbert gave a jerked move with his arm; it caused the apple to fall to the side.
Throwing him another concerned look Ludwig led them to the others.
"Hey Ludwig, Gilbert." Alfred said grinning at them. "Welcome to the popular group."
"It's always nice to see a new face here." Arthur said as he crumbled his bread into pieces and pushed it to the side. "Makes us feel like we aren't alone."
The remaining boy with long black hair rolled his eyes. "I'm Yao." he said introducing himself with a soft incline of his head. "If there's something you need of material goods of food then you can ask me. Within reason of course." his eyes went to Alfred.
"Hey that was one time." Alfred said holding his hands up innocently. "And I was telling you the truth! That sex toy wasn't for me."
Gilbert brought his hand to his mouth to cover his laughter as he sipped the milk. He willed his stomach not to growl.
"Why did you do that to the bread?" Gilbert asked Arthur motioning to the crumbled pieces.
"It's for the unicorn." Arthur said. "For some reason she likes the bread here so I break it apart to make it easier to eat."
The others nodded as if it made perfect sense or they had heard this countless times.
A tap on his shoulder made Gilbert turn around to see a man wearing a white coat, and was that a kitchen peering out of his pocket?, staring down at him. He held out a paper to him.
"Your schedule." he said. Gilbert saw the name 'H. Karpusi' on the tag attached to the coat.
"Thanks." Gilbert said taking the piece of paper and scanning it.
Karpusi tapped him on the shoulder once more. "You're supposed to eat everything."
Gilbert didn't say anything as he continued to look at the schedule.
"You won't be allowed to leave until you eat, given your condition." Karpusi said.
"I'm not hungry." Gilbert said. At that exact moment his stomach betrayed him and let out a growl loud enough for everyone to hear.
"If you don't eat we'll put you in an iv." Karpusi said. "Just a warning."
Gilbert was glaring at the food, at his stomach, and even at the guys who had turned their attentions to their food to give a semblance of privacy.
Feeling Karpusi' eyes on him Gilbert reached out to the bread, broke off a small piece, placed it in his mouth, and slowly chewed it exactly twenty times before he swallowed.
"You four, make sure that he eats." Karpusi said before he left.
Once he was sure that the doctor was gone Gilbert pushed the rest of his bread towards Arthur. "Feed the rest to your unicorn."
Arthur looked troubled as he took the bread Gilbert had taken a piece off and ripped it in half.
"We're not supposed to share the food they give us." Alfred said. "It's against the rules."
"Like I fucking care." Gilbert said. He glared down at the remainder of his food. "Anyone else want this?"
"You're going to get in trouble and then they'll take away your privileges." Yao advised. "And trust me, here the privileges is the only thing here besides the therapist meetings that make you sure that you really won't go insane."
Gilbert grinded his teeth as he stood and made towards the door. For some reason he didn't even know he looked back to the broken pieces of bread Arthur had placed to the side.
The area of the table that had held the bread was wiped clean of even crumbs.
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"Mom, you need to get me out of here." Gilbert said into the payphone. "You don't understand, there's absolutely nothing wrong with me I swear."
Elizaveta sighed. "Sweetheart I know that's what you think but the doctors said-"
"The doctors don't know everything." Gilbert said. His voice took an almost pleading tone. "Mom please. Just let me come home. You guys got me in here and you guys can get me out."
"Gilbert you fainted because you weren't eating." Elizaveta said. "Your stomach is burning from the inside because of how many times you made yourself throw up. As much as I hate to say this I think it would be better if you stayed there. At least for a little bit."
"This place can't do anything for me." Gilbert said. "Mom."
"Ivan called for you, he wanted to know where you were and why you hadn't been calling him." Elizaveta said trying to change the subject.
Gilbert felt his breath get caught in his throat at the mere mention of his name. His stomach clenched tighter than before and his hands started to shake.
"Gilbert, did you hear me?" Elizaveta asked. "I didn't know what to tell him so I simply told him that you weren't feeling well. I don't think you want anyone to know…where you are right now."
Trying to swallow past the lump that had gotten caught in his throat Gilbert forced himself to hang the phone back into its cradle. He placed one hand on top of the other in an attempt to still the both of them.
When he finally managed to get his breathing under control and to stop his hands from shaking he left the room to find Ludwig leaning against the wall outside.
"You need something?" Gilbert spat out as he walked by.
"Don't shot the messenger for that is all that I am." Ludwig called after him. "It wasn't said as a request however more of a demand that you go to the therapist. Room 22A in case you don't remember."
"And what happens if I don't go?" Gilbert asked looking over his shoulder.
A corner of Ludwig's lip rose slightly. "Trust me; your life can be made a living hell here if you don't comply with the rules. It's in your best interest that you go. Right now."
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Prussia, Germany, America, Canada, Hungary, England, Greece, China. Eventual Germancest
Rating: M for certain aspects.
Warnings: Mentions of cutting, anorexia, and bulimia. More graphic in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Gilbert is the newest patient in the teenage mental hospital where his parents put him out of concern for him. There he finds acceptance, getting over his problems, friends, and even a lover.
"This is the 'game room'." Ludwig said opening the door. When they entered the room Gilbert saw one part of the room stacked with board games against the wall, a TV in the corner of the room, shelves filled with books covered another wall as well as chairs, couches, and tables.
A boy sat in one of the couches reading a book. He looked up when he heard the two entered.
"Hello Ludwig. Hello Gilbert." he said.
"Hello Arthur." Ludwig said. "This is Arthur Kirkland."
Gilbert nodded before he paused. "Did the doctor tell you my name?"
Arthur shook his head. "The fairies heard about you and told me."
"The…fairies?" Gilbert repeated.
Arthur nodded. "They like you. your white hair and red eyes remind them of their elves."
"I'm an albino." Gilbert mumbled.
"I need to finish the tour." Ludwig said. "We'll see you in the cafeteria."
Arthur nodded once more as his attention went back to the book.
"So he really is insane." Gilbert said once they were in the hallway.
"That depends." Ludwig said.
"On what?"
"Well." Ludwig said glancing at Gilbert. "No one did tell him your name, yet he knew."
"There's no such thing as…" Gilbert started to say before he felt his throat close up. He coughed a few times into his fist.
"There's no such thing as what?" Ludwig asked.
"Nothing, nothing." Gilbert said waving his hand. He cleared his throat and coughed once more.
As he and Ludwig continued to walk Gilbert swore that he felt a pair of small lips bump against his cheek like a little kiss.
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Ludwig glanced at the lock hanging on the wall. "It's time for lunch. I'll show you the way to the cafeteria and that will end the tour."
"Great." Gilbert said trying to ignore the way his stomach clenched at the word lunch.
"All the meals are eaten in the cafeteria and together." Ludwig said. "Food isn't really allowed in your rooms however all the doctor turn a blind eye to it."
"How many doctors are here?" Gilbert asked.
"Five in total at the moment." Ludwig answered. "More if there are more patients, you make six."
"Lucky me." Gilbert murmured. Ludwig gave a small chuckle.
"Since there's only six of us most of the time we eat in a group, wait no I was wrong." Ludwig corrected himself. "There's five of us in the cafeteria."
"Six patients and five in the cafeteria?"
"My roommate, Kiku, refuses to leave our room for anything." Ludwig explained. "Thankfully we have a toilet and shower in all the rooms."
They entered the cafeteria and got into the line. As Ludwig gave his name Gilbert glanced around the room. Alfred was sitting next to Arthur and another man who had long black hair and was thing and gaunt.
"Name?" the cafeteria worker asked with a smile.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt." he said. The worker nodded and lightly touched the screen a few times before she nodded again. "Your food will be ready in a few moments."
"What do you usually eat here?" Gilbert asked trying to sound nonchalant as if his stomach wasn't flipping.
"Depends on why you're here most of the time." Ludwig answered. "Some people's conditions prevent them from eating some things and others are allergic to some food. The computer lists what we can, cannot, and should eat."
Two helpers came and set the trays on the counter in front of them. Ludwig thanks them as Gilbert nodded his thanks, his eyes focused on the food. A chicken soup, two slices of bread, a glass of milk, and an apple. His body started to shake enough to rattle the utensils.
"You alright?" Ludwig asked concerned.
Gilbert nodded as he clenched his lips together.
"Do you want to sit alone or with us?" Ludwig asked.
Gilbert gave a jerked move with his arm; it caused the apple to fall to the side.
Throwing him another concerned look Ludwig led them to the others.
"Hey Ludwig, Gilbert." Alfred said grinning at them. "Welcome to the popular group."
"It's always nice to see a new face here." Arthur said as he crumbled his bread into pieces and pushed it to the side. "Makes us feel like we aren't alone."
The remaining boy with long black hair rolled his eyes. "I'm Yao." he said introducing himself with a soft incline of his head. "If there's something you need of material goods of food then you can ask me. Within reason of course." his eyes went to Alfred.
"Hey that was one time." Alfred said holding his hands up innocently. "And I was telling you the truth! That sex toy wasn't for me."
Gilbert brought his hand to his mouth to cover his laughter as he sipped the milk. He willed his stomach not to growl.
"Why did you do that to the bread?" Gilbert asked Arthur motioning to the crumbled pieces.
"It's for the unicorn." Arthur said. "For some reason she likes the bread here so I break it apart to make it easier to eat."
The others nodded as if it made perfect sense or they had heard this countless times.
A tap on his shoulder made Gilbert turn around to see a man wearing a white coat, and was that a kitchen peering out of his pocket?, staring down at him. He held out a paper to him.
"Your schedule." he said. Gilbert saw the name 'H. Karpusi' on the tag attached to the coat.
"Thanks." Gilbert said taking the piece of paper and scanning it.
Karpusi tapped him on the shoulder once more. "You're supposed to eat everything."
Gilbert didn't say anything as he continued to look at the schedule.
"You won't be allowed to leave until you eat, given your condition." Karpusi said.
"I'm not hungry." Gilbert said. At that exact moment his stomach betrayed him and let out a growl loud enough for everyone to hear.
"If you don't eat we'll put you in an iv." Karpusi said. "Just a warning."
Gilbert was glaring at the food, at his stomach, and even at the guys who had turned their attentions to their food to give a semblance of privacy.
Feeling Karpusi' eyes on him Gilbert reached out to the bread, broke off a small piece, placed it in his mouth, and slowly chewed it exactly twenty times before he swallowed.
"You four, make sure that he eats." Karpusi said before he left.
Once he was sure that the doctor was gone Gilbert pushed the rest of his bread towards Arthur. "Feed the rest to your unicorn."
Arthur looked troubled as he took the bread Gilbert had taken a piece off and ripped it in half.
"We're not supposed to share the food they give us." Alfred said. "It's against the rules."
"Like I fucking care." Gilbert said. He glared down at the remainder of his food. "Anyone else want this?"
"You're going to get in trouble and then they'll take away your privileges." Yao advised. "And trust me, here the privileges is the only thing here besides the therapist meetings that make you sure that you really won't go insane."
Gilbert grinded his teeth as he stood and made towards the door. For some reason he didn't even know he looked back to the broken pieces of bread Arthur had placed to the side.
The area of the table that had held the bread was wiped clean of even crumbs.
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"Mom, you need to get me out of here." Gilbert said into the payphone. "You don't understand, there's absolutely nothing wrong with me I swear."
Elizaveta sighed. "Sweetheart I know that's what you think but the doctors said-"
"The doctors don't know everything." Gilbert said. His voice took an almost pleading tone. "Mom please. Just let me come home. You guys got me in here and you guys can get me out."
"Gilbert you fainted because you weren't eating." Elizaveta said. "Your stomach is burning from the inside because of how many times you made yourself throw up. As much as I hate to say this I think it would be better if you stayed there. At least for a little bit."
"This place can't do anything for me." Gilbert said. "Mom."
"Ivan called for you, he wanted to know where you were and why you hadn't been calling him." Elizaveta said trying to change the subject.
Gilbert felt his breath get caught in his throat at the mere mention of his name. His stomach clenched tighter than before and his hands started to shake.
"Gilbert, did you hear me?" Elizaveta asked. "I didn't know what to tell him so I simply told him that you weren't feeling well. I don't think you want anyone to know…where you are right now."
Trying to swallow past the lump that had gotten caught in his throat Gilbert forced himself to hang the phone back into its cradle. He placed one hand on top of the other in an attempt to still the both of them.
When he finally managed to get his breathing under control and to stop his hands from shaking he left the room to find Ludwig leaning against the wall outside.
"You need something?" Gilbert spat out as he walked by.
"Don't shot the messenger for that is all that I am." Ludwig called after him. "It wasn't said as a request however more of a demand that you go to the therapist. Room 22A in case you don't remember."
"And what happens if I don't go?" Gilbert asked looking over his shoulder.
A corner of Ludwig's lip rose slightly. "Trust me; your life can be made a living hell here if you don't comply with the rules. It's in your best interest that you go. Right now."