The silent witness (Dr. Yates)

[Reece. R. Turner]

Reece was yanked and shoved from the delivery van like a piece of furniture and then he was yanked and shoved into Isolation where he was shoved into a seat while his paper work was filled in. It was entirely his own fault that they yanked and shoved him. He wasn't being very cooperative really. Reception was empty, as far as he could see except for the two guards that had delivered him and the receptionist recieving his paper work. Reece watched them for a few moments before he noticed he had a chance for escape.

Reece scrambled to his feet and lithely, darted for the door when a dog jumped in front of him and started barking viciously at him, threatening to tear him apart. Reece, in shock, threw his hands up, scrambled back and fell hard on the floor. Two sets of arms quickly came to pull Reece to his feet and shoved him down the hall and as they went, his eyes flicked over his shoulder to lock on the dog. They had dogs here? That would be a bit of a problem...
Reece was lead into a padded cell where we was left.

Reece paced for a few moments to get rid of his pent up energy before he threw himself into the wall and slid down it, sitting there for a long time till he began dozing. He only woke up when a click caused him to rouse and he watched a paper wrapped Sandwich and a bottle of water slide in the crack through the door. Reece rushed toward the crack but before he got there he was alone again. Reece threw the sandwich aside and drank a few sips of the water then started pacing again.

He felt like he was gonna burst so naturally he turned to the only thing that could comfort him. He turned to dancing. Slowly the slender male got to his feet and started stretching then gracefully he began to freestyle unaware of being watched or he could never have done it.

[DR. J. YATES]

Jackson watched the young man for a few minutes as he danced, making a note on his files about said patient. It was something he had come to take as a fact of life, despite what it says on their initial files, it would be stupid to assume that everything on there was factual. Many patients manipulated their caretakers into putting information that was either useless or false, so Jackson made his own observations and threw the rest out the window. Sure there was always room for taking caution when it came to specific topics or triggers that had been noticed but the rest? All of the small things? Those were things that he preferred to find out himself.

Glancing down at the sheet again his eyes focused on the main diagnosis - drug user. Might explain the boy's seemingly pent up bout of energy that he was determined to get rid of. Supposedly he was a marijuana user, but that was a gateway for many other things. He would know...

Knocking on the door before he swung it open Jackson kept his face calm and mainly emotionless. His hands were by his sides in an open gesture so that Reece could see everything he was carrying: a folder, a clipboard with his file attached, a small legal notepad and a pen in his opposite hand. Closing the door behind him his eyes locked on Reece's own, holding them in a demanding and stern gaze.

"Mister Turner; I see you've been introduced to the Twinridge hospitality. I hope that the orderlies have helped make you feel at home. Now, can you explain to me why you resisted the orderlies instructions?"

[Reece. R. Turner]

The little dance had made him feel less stressed out but over all he was ready for a fight. He was always ready for a fight. He was ready that night when he'd killed the drug dealer. He was ready when the police came. He was ready when they decided to put him in rehad and shortly after that taking a step further into an institution. He remembered his father. He remembered the case in which his grandmother had killed his grandfather and how his father had remained silent.

This was the very main reason for his own silence. He didn't want to tell them what he knew, what happened that night, who was to blame. He'd be sent to jail for sure and to be perfectly honest, he preferred institutions. Everyone wanted to 'help' him get through this. So sweet they were when they first approached him. So soft mannered and then they tried to touch him. That was when the fight broke out. The pent up anger and determination to show them he didn't believe their lies.

Reece wanted to murder them for touching him. He'd never been that fond of touching to begin with. It took awake his fight and people got too close to him when they were touching him. There was a knock on the door and he knew what to expect. A sympathetic face, kind words and those trademark smiles all the newbies used on him until they foumd out that it didn't work. Then in came this man, he had no emotions and a business like manner to him.

Reece's eyes narrowed. They gave him the hard ass then. This should be fun. A wicked smile settled on his features and his eyes half narrowed into a glare daring the idiot to give it his best shot like he dared most of him. Make him talk? They never could manage that and he'd only spoken to ONE person since the accident had happened and that was the girl in the other assylum. The one that had been a druggie like him, that had nearly ODed herself in the shower.

Names didn't matter but her face was locked to memory now. The touch of her lips. The feel of her clammy hand against his skin. The wretched trembling after he'd made her throw up the contents inside of her to clear out some of the drugs. He'd held her, taken her to be and then they'd made an even closer connection when she'd said she loved his voice. They'd made love before they went their seprate ways and he was sent here after her death from another overdose.

He'd found his way back on drugs smuggling them in for sexual favours or any other favours the dealer might require and he'd learned that his androginous form served to aid him in getting what he wanted so he used his body to his own benefit. Reece watched the man close the door behind him then stayed where he was curled up against the wall. Once he got the stern order he turned his head away and stayed perfectly still humming to himself like he was completely disinterested in the other person in the room.

He pulled a stray strand of hair from his clothes and started winding it around his finger. This was more entertaining and took more interest than the man with him was worth. The tighter he wound the hair the more the throbbing came alive in his hand and he could feel his own heart beating eratically. God damn it... he needed a hit...