William woke in a bed in a dark room. He felt weak and small and trapped. He could not move. Where was he? How did he get here? What the bloody hell happened? He looked around the dark room, his nightvision was not working but there was a window in the door nearby. A window with bars? and glass? and there was a light on the other side.... The sun was rising and the light from the other side was getting brighter.... He heard footsteps coming towards him from the other side of the door...
The doorknob turned and William heard voices in the distance... The door opened and a man in a white coat came inside with a clipboard and a pen...
Hello William. How are you doing today? Still having the dreams about the vampires and demons?
Williams eyes focused and he looked at the rails on his bed. His wrists were strapped down and his legs too. But something was wrong. something was different... William was a young boy now... strapped in a bed in a psych ward... He was remembering that he had been there for weeks...
William was not the Big Bad. He was just a boy. A delusional child. It had all been just a fantasy world... oh bollocks...
Where am I?
The doctor wrote on his clipboard.
Forgot again? Oh William, you have to give up this fantasy world of yours and come back to reality. Your mother wants you to get better and go back home...
My mother?
William could not believe he was awake. Could his mother be alive? Could he really have imagined everything?
The doctor wrote on his clipboard as the nurse came into the room. She was a nun dressed in white robes and she walked around the bed as the doctor spoke to William.
Your delusions are not real, William. This is the real world. The patients down the hall are not witches or vampires or slayers. This is real. Your name is William and your mother is concerned about you... I had hoped you would show improvement faster than this but some progress is better than none. The nurse will give you something to help you sleep and we will talk in the morning.
The nurse gave William a shot. William looked around and saw her name badge. It said AMANDA...
The doorknob turned and William heard voices in the distance... The door opened and a man in a white coat came inside with a clipboard and a pen...
Hello William. How are you doing today? Still having the dreams about the vampires and demons?
Williams eyes focused and he looked at the rails on his bed. His wrists were strapped down and his legs too. But something was wrong. something was different... William was a young boy now... strapped in a bed in a psych ward... He was remembering that he had been there for weeks...
William was not the Big Bad. He was just a boy. A delusional child. It had all been just a fantasy world... oh bollocks...
Where am I?
The doctor wrote on his clipboard.
Forgot again? Oh William, you have to give up this fantasy world of yours and come back to reality. Your mother wants you to get better and go back home...
My mother?
William could not believe he was awake. Could his mother be alive? Could he really have imagined everything?
The doctor wrote on his clipboard as the nurse came into the room. She was a nun dressed in white robes and she walked around the bed as the doctor spoke to William.
Your delusions are not real, William. This is the real world. The patients down the hall are not witches or vampires or slayers. This is real. Your name is William and your mother is concerned about you... I had hoped you would show improvement faster than this but some progress is better than none. The nurse will give you something to help you sleep and we will talk in the morning.
The nurse gave William a shot. William looked around and saw her name badge. It said AMANDA...
