The Lunar Wolf Chronicles

After what seemed like an eternity I was introduced to several nurses, and the therapists that I would be having sessions with. My eyes were blurry and it was hard to focus. I noticed that a well dressed shaven headed man wearing a geometric patterned tie seemed to startle when he saw me. He looked almost like he was in a transfixed. He took several trance-like steps towards me, but then seemed to catch himself and quickly walked away. He stopped at a discrete distance away and seemed to be perusing a medical file. I could see him discretely peeking over the file and I somehow felt drawn to him; like two magnets being compelled together by invisible forces. They unstrapped me from the gurney when they moved me into a different wing of the hospital and took me and my things to a new room. They sat me on the bed, and the charge nurse gave me a fresh set of hospital gowns and a robe. She told me to change and put my soiled robes in the hamper, and that she would be back with the doctor in a few minutes. I wearily looked around the room, everything was metal, the room was small, and half way up the wall there were small white tiles in an irregular pattern. I changed as I looked out the warbled glass of the windows and tried to see past the black bars; I could see very little. I folded my gown and underclothes and placed them in the hamper and put on a fresh thin gown. Within minutes Dr. Sterling entered the room with his clip board. “I am going to have to recommend full restraints Mary. And I will start you off on 75 milligram suppository of Thorazine, since you have been uncooperative” said the doctor. I was shocked “What, I was just sitting here…when was I uncooperative with you?” I asked him. He began taking notes on the clip board, and muttered to himself, “Patient is uncooperative, questioning therapeutic dose of sedatives, will not discuss course of therapy, or possible resolution, patient has combative tendencies”…I looked at him, with burning hate in my eyes, my jaw set in anger. He walked over to the door, and called in two orderlies to apply the bed restraints. “What are you doing” I said, “I didn’t do anything, I was just sitting here” …the orderlies rushed in and pushed me onto the bed. They attached the ankle and wrist restraints and pulled the white sheet up to my waist and left the room. “Now Mary, I hope you understand that you will be in restraints until you learn to be a good girl. You are only to speak when spoken to. And you will NOT discuss what goes on in this room, that is my job” he said with a sneer. Soon after they left, a duo of nurses entered the room. I watched the nurses remove the restraints from my wrists which I rubbed and itched at, and moved my arms around to get the sensation back in my shoulders. The red-haired nurse was unbuckling the leg restrains. The black nurse removed my robe, and donned gloves and began washing my neck and arms. The water was warm and soapy; she seemed to hum a little as she rubbed my arms and shoulders with the warm wash cloth. The red haired nurse started washing my toes and feet, moving up towards my legs. I closed my legs out of modesty. “What is your problem?” The red head declared. She seemed annoyed. “Just do it, or we will get Dr. Sterling in here”. I squirmed a little as she did this. The black nurse was washing my breasts, moving the wash cloth in circles as she went her washing me . “Hold still bitch” the black woman said as she began to put the restraints back on my wrists. “But the doctor said I didn't have to have them on” I said now confused. “We say they need to go on” she said with a smug smile as she finished latching them into place. “We don’t need your squirming and fighting us. You are not the only patient we have. And we have a tight schedule”. She roughly pushed me back onto the bed. “Get the hell off of me” I said as I squirmed in the bed, trying to move away from the heavy red headed woman the medications making it hard to think and move. I kicked at her and hit her in the shoulder. “Bitch, keep still!” she said as she grabbed the other leg restraint. “Damn you get the hell away from me”, I began to scream. The black nurse put her hand over my mouth. “Now you’re going to be still, and you’re going to be quiet, or we will get Dr. Sterling in here. And he will punish you, and trust us, you don’t want his punishment, they hurt” she said with a satisfied grin. I tried to pull against the restraints, but it was no use. She pushed my knees open and began you roughly rub me with a coarse brown shop paper towel. It felt like sand paper. My screams were muffled. With one hand on my mouth, she socked me across the eyebrow with her right hand dazing me for a moment. I pulled harder on the restraints and tried to scream for help, wiggling my hips away from the woman who was vigorously abrading the skin off my thighs with the shop towels. “Shut up bitch! Angie switch positions with me, you’re stronger. Hold this bitch down while I check her mouth to see if she ‘tongued’ any medicines”. They quickly switched positions. The black woman put two fingers on my lips. “If you bite me, I’ll make you pay. Be a good girl and let us finish” the nurse said to me. She pushed into my cheeks with her middle knuckles from each fist at the same time and forced me to open my mouth. She took her index and middle fingers and roughly scraped under my tongue and between my back teeth and gums. I felt the insides of my cheeks burn and tasted blood in my teeth. I spit out blood and screamed, “Damn you, damn both of you to hell!” I yelled. The nurses finished wiping me down, closed up my gown, securing it at the neck, put the covers back up over me. They gathered their things. “By the way dear, your combative nature is going in your file, and we are telling Dr. Sterling that you lashed out at us, good luck getting out of here” said the red haired nurse, and they left the room. My eyes looked at the tiles as tears streamed down my face. I heard boot heels clomping on the hard linoleum and, for an instant I saw the outline of a black figure peering through the wire mesh covered window in the door. I heard a sound like a dog sniffing under the door. I could swear I saw yellow balls of light appear where the eyes should be. I saw the door lock giggling and the move harshly to the side as if someone was trying to force it open. I tried to scream, but I was too enervated and a squeak emitted from my lips. At this, the door began to shake and buckled outwards as if someone with great strength was trying to pull it off the hinges. I could hear the hinges and lock groaning and the wood moaning under the strain. As suddenly as it began, the door stopped moving and snapped back to its original position. And I heard a “Haruumph” sound like a frustrated dog might make. A nightmare or hallucination?