||Emerald Creek Mental Hospital|| Role-play Thread||

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Jean Lynel Bae had been sleeping soundly in his room when he suddenly awakened by Vinnie's loud, lovely (he meant that sarcastically) voice. He groaned into his pillow, realizing once again that he was still in the hospital. He looked out the window of his room, seeing that there was a large storm outside. He stared out there for a moment before jumping when Vinnie knocked loudly on his door. "Alright, alright!" he shouted, clearly cranky. He got up out of his bed, taking his socks from his nightstand and putting them on. He hated sleeping with socks on. He had on what he always had; a black "Thrasher" hoodie, white sweatpants, and black and white socks. He headed out of his room towards the nurses' station. He was going to do what he did every morning, which was get his medical marijuana for the inevitable constant pain he had in his head, jaw, and down his back. The nurse had just finished giving Alani her meds, and Jean made sure he was next. "Medical marijuana, please." he said, leaning over the counter to look at the computer that the nurses had as she typed something down. "Keep your eyes off the monitor, Jean." the nurse said, and Jean leaned back away from the counter. She got up and got a little bottle of oil that Jean sometimes used for his pain. "Your doctor instructed me to use the oils today. He said you can have your marijuana back tomorrow." she said. Jean furrowed his eyebrows. "Why?" he asked. "He wanted you to try something different. He doesn't like the idea of you using marijuana as a painkiller." she said. "It's also a mood stabilizer." Jean replied. "But I guess he's the expert."

He took the oil and got a generous amount in his mouth, making sure he would be able to be his "usual" self with this. He knew the oils worked just as much, and they still got him high, but he just preferred using marijuana. He didn't have any other medication, mostly because he refused any other treatment (which, now that he thought about it, that was probably why he ended up here in the first place, but that didn't matter) and no one could convince him to start any kind of mood stabilizer. As he thought about this, he could feel himself calming down and becoming himself. He put his hands in his pockets and slowly headed over where they were taking vitals. He was the second one in the chair to take his vitals. "Good morning, Alani." he said cheerfully as he passed her, the oils now taking full effect. He couldn't feel his pain anymore. In fact, he couldn't feel much at all. He had enough control to be able to walk properly, but he probably couldn't walk very quickly. He never liked to rush around anyways. What was there to rush for in this place? "I had a fabulous dream." he stated to both Alani and the nurse taking his vitals. "I had a dream that there was a dog, right, and he was this cute little puppy. Like a pitbull or something. He just was so friendly and he wanted to be my friend and we just played around for what seemed like hours. You know what his favorite toy was? It was this long rabbit toy or something. He was so cute. I named him Charlie." He started babbling about his dream, although he knew neither the nurse nor Alani had asked for him to elaborate on his dream.

This was a common occurrence in the hospital. Jean would get high and would find the first person he could talk to and would start talking to them about something stupid. He knew most people probably were intimidated by him because he was pretty tall (specifically 6'1") but he still liked talking to people when he was high. When he would start to lessen the effects of being high, he would be a bit quieter, but when he was high, he would be very chatty. He loved to talk. Nobody else seemed to like to talk. "Alani! I think you would have liked Charlie. Even though he was in my dream. And he wasn't real. Or was he real? I honestly can't remember if he was really a dream or just a memory. I can't tell the difference. Can you tell the difference, Alani?" he said as he finished taking his vitals. He got up and looked around. He decided to sit to watch the television. It was a documentary about squids. "Hey! I love squids! My mom once gave me a squid toy when we went to the aquarium. It was really nice." he said, smiling. After saying his little story about getting a squid toy at the aquarium, he sat on the ground in front of the TV, one leg crossed and the other spread out in a sort of single leg pike position. He stared at the TV, mouth hanging open as he watched the documentary. He looked like a mess, but he didn't really care.

Jean could feel sweat pouring down his back. He let out a quiet sigh of relief when they were separated. "That was uncalled for." he murmured quietly to Selina. "I'm not saying Alani wasn't wrong, but that was still uncalled for on both your parts." After having said that small bit, he let on a smile and turned to her. "Anyway, if you don't like the squid documentary, we could always switch to another one! I love all kinds of documentaries really. I love learning. And even though most people think documentaries are boring, they're not! You get to learn about something that you might not have known about before! Like squids, penguins, or even golf! Golf is fun to play. Especially mini golf. Did I tell you about the time that my parents and I played mini golf when I was nine? I won, but because my dad helped me! And they went easy on me because I was just a kid. They pretended to not be able to play it so I would win. I miss my parents." Jean said that last sentence with a big smile, even though it was a sad sentence. "Anyway! What do you want to watch?" Jean got up and went to the TV to press the button on the side to change channels. He began flipping through the few channels, seeing what was on. There was the news channel, obviously, and a few other channels that seemed interesting. To him, at least. He flipped to a channel that was showing a romcom about a man and a woman who wanted to be together but couldn't because of their positions in their job. He was her higher up, so obviously it wouldn't be looked upon very well if he were to go out with a lower ranked young woman.

"Ooh!" Jean let out a happy remark, quickly sitting back down on the floor to watch it. There was a scene where they were in an empty conference room at work, and the man didn't think they should see each other anymore, but the woman was desperate not to let him go. Jean put his hand to his heart, clutching his hoodie tightly as he watched emotionally. "Don't let her go!" he said to the TV, feeling exactly the emotions that the actors were portraying. Jean knew he was weird. He got invested emotionally too much into whatever was around him. His parents would never let him watch shows with emotional scenes because he would cry for days for the characters if something bad happened or if something really good happened. He would get too emotionally invested in other people's lives as well. He would always blame himself if something was wrong in their life. Jean never had too many friends growing up because he was always in the hospital for one thing or another, so he was homeschooled. The only friends he had were the other people in the children's ward at the hospital, but he would never be allowed to continue seeing them after they left because his parents were afraid that he would start caring too much for other people.

Jean didn't think there was such a thing as caring too much. Maybe he cared a lot, but it was never "too much". The nurses had been told by Jean's outside psychiatrist that he had a habit of taking on multiple lives. Not literally, but figuratively. With his friends inside the hospitals, he would invest himself too much in their treatment and would cry for the cancer kids if they were told they only had a couple months to live or would cry with them if their cancer subsided for the time being. He got too into others' lives and that would affect him mentally and bump back his psychiatric progress for months. The result of that was that Jean wasn't allowed to have many friends. In his current hospital, the nurses didn't keep an eye on how he connected to other patients or to characters in a TV show, so he could do whatever he wanted. He could get too attached to someone if he very well pleased.

Daren lay awake in his bed, letting the sharp needle like pain he felt almost all the time in his left leg take a hold of him. His pain was constant, even with the painkillers it all still left him empty. He wondered what was even really the point in trying to do this any more? A nice life with a happy future was all out the window anyways. His dad was always High or drunk and now he was too. He had no left leg, just a small stump that would serve as a constant reminded of the shards of glass and bent metal and fire that robbed him of both his mother and his full body. He'd never be all there anyways. That's probably why she left him anyways.
With a resigned sigh Darne sat up in his bed and tossed the scratchy wool blanket off of his body and into a small pile on his floor. He wondered why he even bothered getting up in the morning anymore. He rubbed his eyes and bent over to get the prosthetic leg off the floor where it lay and began to affix the device as a nurse began pounding on the door for him to get up. "One minute..." He muttered but the nurse kept knocking. "I SAID ONE MINUTE!" He repeated, louder, loud enough for a deaf man to hear. With the leg in place he stood up and began to shift into clothes, pants shirt, most of which lying around haphazardly like he was too lazy to do anything with them, which proved to be the case. With a long resigned sigh, Daren ran a hand through his oily brown hair and pushing the door open.
The nurse at the door was short ad portly, making Daren feel like a tall giant in comparison. He felt like he wanted to shrink down, be smaller unoticable. "Medicine?" He asked quickly, feeling another stinging of the pain of the metal against his flesh.
"Right this way." The nurse said leading him forward. "Vitals first."
"Can't you see I'm fine? I don't feel any worse than I usually do at least." He joked, although the nurse only shot him a short and irritated glare. "Guess not then." He followed obediently, his hands in his pockets and feeling like he had to be slouched down so as not to hit his head on anything. The fact was he wasn't that tall, but compared to many other people and just throughout his life he had always felt so out of place, like the biggest tree in the forest, the one with the metal leg and scars on his chest like freckles. At least the vitals check wouldn't take to long, then he could have the painkillers and then he'd only have to suffer through the day and not his pain.

When all those vital checks were done (he was healthy as per usual), and he had taken down the painkillers like he was trying to swallow a rock, Daren made his way into the common room, his eyes darting around the faces and the things like one of those look and find games, trying to settle on something interesting. The first thing? the rapidly changing television screen. He wandered over his hands in the pockets of his jeans and looked at the screen, not even noticing the others until he was already over there and seeing Selina and Alani's dour faces. He quickly looked away and looked at Dean, who was now beginning to tear up. Oh boy...
He guessed he walked in on something... Maybe he should try and lighten the mood? "So did everyone sleep well?" His deep voice felt like it echoed in his lungs a little too long as he looked up at the others... No way they were over whatever had happened, but he may as well try to not be a bummer like usual.

Rye was pushed through vitals rather quickly, most days, due to his facilities, both mental and physical, were okay for the most part. Although it was against the Hospitals rules, they had made an exception in Rye's case, allowing him to keep a stuffed animal, instead of letting him keep his anxiety / service dog who was there for his frequent, and disabiling panic attacks. Said dog normally helped him sleep, due to him having the need for a person or animal next to him, trust issues formed after being put up for adoption at age 10, being adopted by an abusive woman, who had sexually and physically abused him, before being adopted by his new parents, the Everdales, who were by far some of the nicest people he had ever met. His new "Sister" let him sleep with her even when it was very early in the morning Rye being 17, Veronica or "Ronnie" being 20ish. Nothing sexual or romantic ever happened between the two, and they were literally inseperable. He had been readopted at age 12, being very very very attention whorish, doing things, even bad things to get attention. Until he realized that his new parents actually loved him a lot. And he'd just been turning a blind eye earlier to their attempts to help him.

He had agreed to take the rehabilitation services in Arizona due to his agreement with his parents, so he was sort of just keeping husbhead down, taking the sedatives, holding his "Lovey" of sorts, and waiting to go home to his dog and Ronnie and mum and dad.

//also lmao i started crying for some reason//

He woke up from his peaceful dream, wiping away the water from his eyes, making sure his stuffed animal toy was still with him, sighing relief as he stumbled out into the hall for vitals, in a pair of boxers and a too big T-shirt. He was sort of on edge and forgetful this morning, having forgotten to put on pants. He realized this halfway down the hall, and told Vinnie he'd be right back, before pulling on a pair of shorts, and heading back towards the checkup station of sorts.

The boy kinda just took the pills and spaced out as the woman checked his blood pressure etc, obeying and doing what he was told rather clumsily, but it was obvious he was trying to be helpful. He nodded sort of absent mindedly, hugging his stuffed animal to his chest, feeling quite out of place with the stoners, druggees, etc etc around him. He was just here becuase his parnets wanted him to go becuase that was their suggestion. He hadn't been forced to go. He had actually began to get semi famous with his band he had made, before he put everything on hold to go do what his parents suggested. This place was nothing like the brochure.

As the thunder clapped, Rye shook visibly, squeezing his toy tighter inbetween his arms, hoping Alani or Selina didn't start bitching at him as well, as the two seemed rather explosive. Jean was nice, but a little too giddy for his taste.

And for some reason he also found Alani slightly attractive for the very reasons he disliked her. She was exceptionally pretty, granted, the fact that the facility itself made sure that clothing had to remain nonrevealing, there were no rules regarding PDA, and he often had dreams, involving both female patients within his ward, fighting over him for his affection.

Rye let out a chuckle zoning out, as he thought he heard someone calling his name.

"H-huh? Yeah." he nodded absent mimdedly, not making eye contact with whoever had adressed him, trying to go back to his happy place.

Jean had been happily watching TV when people began drifting from their rooms to the day room. He heard Daren ask about how everyone slept. "I slept great! Did I tell you about my dream? I didn't, did I? Okay, I'll tell you. I had a dream about playing with a little puppy! I named him Charlie. He was soooo cute! He was a pitbull or like a pitbull mix. His favorite toy was a little but long rabbit toy! We played for hours! He was the best play partner I've had in my entire life! I want to adopt him, but he's not real, so I can't. Anyway, what did you dream about?" Jean spoke quickly, though he was still laid-back due to his medical marijuana. He had a lot of mood swings on his medical marijuana, which the nurses wanted to keep stable, but they weren't able to, because he wasn't on regular medication. He knew he was getting a bit too excited at the moment, so he reminded himself to use his regular marijuana as soon as he got permission from his doctor because the stuff they put in the oils got him way too excited. He noticed Rye come in soon after, and Jean immediately lit up at the male's stuffed animal. "I forgot about Lovey! I want a stuffed animal, too! I know we aren't allowed to keep them, but I have this stuffed animal at home and it's this really, really big bear and it's so soft and fuzzy! I absolutely love it! Its name is Jacques!" he said, his legs beginning to bounce rapidly as he got more and more excited.

The nurses seemed to notice how excitable he was getting and whispered to each other for a moment. As soon as Alani was called to go out, (and Jean didn't notice that they didn't call her Alani) Jean was called by the nurses. With short but quick steps, he made his way over to the nurses's station. "We noticed that you're getting a bit excited, and we know that you don't want to use any pills to calm you down," the nurses began, and Jean shook his head quickly. "Nope. No pills. Pills are bad for me. They make me sleepy and I don't like that at all." he said. As he stood, he bounced up and down on his heels. "Okay. We're going to let you smoke a bit, because we know that calms you down. So take your things and go in your room and come out when you've calmed down, okay?" Jean lit up as soon as they said that, and he nodded quickly. "Okay okay." he said excitedly, and he quickly grabbed his things and went into his room to smoke.

He didn't mind smoking in front of everyone, but the nurses didn't seem to want to let him do that. Maybe because of "second hand smoking" or whatever, but as long as Jean got to smoke, he would smoke all day in his room. It took him several minutes, but eventually, with the help of his marijuana, he calmed down. He finished up his smoke and put it out before bringing the rest back to the nurses. When he came out, he was much quieter, much calmer, and he was slightly slow in his walk. His eyes were reddish and everyone could see that he'd just smoked. He took a seat back on the ground but this time leaned back on his hands as he started watching the TV again. A little bit after he'd sat down, Alani came back and sat down by him. He glanced at her and noticed that her bandages were off her arms. He could see now the scars on Alani's arms, and he wanted to console her, but he knew that that was probably not what she needed right now. Nevertheless, he scooted close to her, close enough that they were almost touching, and he began whispering to her. "I know you're probably ashamed of those," he began. "But you should know as long as you're not doing that no more, you should be fine. I don't care if you have them from the past, but if you're still doing it now, that's not gonna be good." With that, he turned back to the TV, though he stayed where he was, close to her.

Rye sort of jumped as Jean said lovely, the male sort of just nodding abesnt mindedly, keeping his head down to his neck and just yupping Jean to death. Not that the other guy noticed.

When he came back he was a totally different person.

Rye made sure not to make eye contact. They all scared him. Were they really all that fucked up that they depended upon substances to make them function.

He couldn't imagine the damage to their brains. or internal organs for that matter.

He huffed quietly, pulling one of the extra thick quilts, which were made so you couldn't suffocate someone with it, up to his chin on one of the many sofa's attempting to relax himself back to sleep. He just wanted to lay in peace, tuning out the world. Nobody bothered him anyways unless it was food or the arts and crafts people who wanted him to draw another picture for them.

he was good at drawing. and music. and he had begged the people to let him bring his acoustic guitar, but they said no, becuase stringed instruments had six strings. enough for someone to tie a noose, or make various other weapons from the handle.

He Rye was crying wuietly under the wuilt, although nobody could hear him, his hoodie pulled up over his head, the blanket over his head as well.

The nurses didn't bother him as much as the others. He was just there by mistake. He wanted to get out of this shitstain and leave.