Reality: Block C

Chapter 4: Questions

I roll my eyes. "Fucking hilarious."

"That sounds like sarcasm."

"That would be because it was."

"Oi, question, does the D stand for Dickbag?"

"Are you a furry because you like to dress as a racoon?"

"IT WAS ONE TIME! FOR A CON!"

That makes me laugh. Genuinely laugh.

It feels weird. It doesn't feel right to laugh.

But here I am. Smiling. Laughing. For the first time in ages.

And it feels good.

"The being experiences emotions! It's a fucking miracle!"

I smile and give Taylor a shove. "Shut up, Furry."

"Make me, Dickbag."

"Are those really the nicknames we're going with?"

"Only the best of friends can withstand the awful nicknames of which they are bestowed by their fellow friends."

"Oh my god, please stick to shortened Australian slang. You plus speaking formal do not equal acceptable."

Taylor nods. "Got it, Dickbag."

I smile again. Maybe, just maybe, this could work,

Maybe I can tolerate being with another person again.

Maybe I can tolerate a new friend.

Maybe I can tolerate solving another mystery.

And maybe, I can feel normal again.

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Robin's POV:

"Do you have any ideas as to how we're actually going to investigate this shit?"

I shake my head at D in response. "No, not really. We can't venture out, they have locked doors set on a timer. And we can't get our Sherlock Holmes on if they have 'nurses' watching us on activities..."

D shakes their head. "Damn it...maybe just try talking to the other people in your activity group. They can't get us in trouble for interacting with our fellow mental patients."

I smile. "Good idea! We've gotta go, surely they'll be checking rooms soon."

"You're right. You didn't take the Risperidone right?"

"No. You?"

"No. We'll talk more tomorrow. Stay safe, Vancam."

"You too, Anfide."

We go in our rooms and shut the door, just in the nick of time too.

Before long Nate the nurse comes into my room, saying Doctor Stine wanted to see me.

He walks me to the same room I met her in, then leaves me alone with her.

"Ms Vancam...I called you in here because I'm very concerned about your mental health."

I scoff. "Why?"

Doctor Stine shakes her head. "You didn't take your meds. I'm staring to think your paranoid schizophrenia may be more powerful than I thought. I think I have to prescribe you more meds."

I stare at her in shock. "But...how did you know I didn't take one?"

Doctor Stine gives a sad smile. "We always check the containers to see if the patients took their meds. The seal on yours wasn't broken. Sorry to look through your stuff honey, but we only do it out of care for you and your recovery."

'Shit...they might even start watching me take them...did they talk to D about this too?'

"I understand. Sorry for not taking them the first time. I'm just still adjusting." I lie. I hope to god that my lying skills are good.

"It's okay Ms Vancam. I'm still going to prescribe you more, just in case. Make sure you take them this time."

I nod and take the prescription she hands me. She sends me away and Nate leads me back to my room.

He once again takes the prescription from me, gives me a friendly smile and wishes me luck. Then he closes the door.

The previous bottle of Risperidone is gone.

I take a deep breath and lie down on the bed, taking out my MacBook and watching some stuff on Netflix.

'I hope me and D can figure some of this shit out.'

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Claire's POV:

"Fucking of course it would be one of the kids from the fucking Ream white stage to not take the fucking transmitter!" I scream as I storm into my office, ignoring the coffee machine this time and heading right to the fridge to grab the bottle of rum.

What the actual fuck is wrong with that little bitch? She might ruin the whole damn stage if she doesn't take her transmitter. She'll fuck up the results!

I sigh as I chug some rum, wiping off what dripped down my chin.

Come to think of it this might be an issue...

Oh well. I'll think better when I'm just a little bit drunk anyway.

I call Lillian in to my office. She's in immediately.

"Any updates on your situation with your daughter?"

Lillian shifts a little bit, her entire body stiff. "I've had people working on finding her number for two days. Nothing has come up. But they're searching everything. I've been told I should have it by tonight."

I sigh heavily and take another sip from the bottle. "It's an improvement on nothing happening at all. Thank you Lillian, that is all."

Lillian just nods and walks out.

'If they don't find her number soon, I'm screwed...'

I turn to my computer and bring up the transmitter results. Everything seems to be as predicted...wait.

I take a look at the result for Dion Anfide.

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"FUCK!"