Clara Kate awoke. She was in a perfectly white room that smelled faintly of chemicals. She glanced to her left. She had an IV attached to her arm. Every time she moved she could feel the pull of the IV on her skin. She did not recognize her surroundings. It reminded her a little bit of the clinic, but the rooms were padded and the walls were even more stark white. It took Clara Kate a couple of minutes to realize the pounding in her head had been replaced by a dull ache in all of her body. A weary nurse came in to check on Clara Kate. Seeing she was awake, the nurse turned and was about to leave, when Clara Kate spoke,”excuse me....Where am I?”
The nurse looked startled and said “I think you of all people would know what the mental health wing of the Good Samaritan Clinic looks like.”
Clara Kate had never been to this side of the hospital. She had never been good with the crazies. They made her nervous and she didn’t have the patience. They would babble about nothing. Then it occurred to her....she was a paniet at the mental health wing of the Good Sam. Why? She who had authorized her admittance? She was perfectly healthy. The only issue she had was the pounding she had in her head. Now that it was gone. She should be fine. In the time it took Clara Kate to ponder these questions, the nurse had darted out.
Clara Kate dozed off to sleep. When she woke up, a face loomed above her bed. She blinked twice and sat up. She couldn’t believe who she was seeing. The face was one out of her family history book. Or maybe it was the picture that was hung above the mantle. Regardless, she had seen this man before, but she knew he shouldn’t be alive....
“Who are you?” Clara Kate could feel the doubt and fear in her voice.
The man replied “You know who I am, I am Fredrick Stern Hollaway.” I am the heir to the Hollaway fortune and director of the Good Samaritan Clinic.
How had this strange man stolen her job, the one that she worked so hard for and the fortune that was rightfully hers? Because of this man she is going to be left with nothing. She turned her head and broke down. He had admitted her into this institution. Well she wasn’t going to just stay here feeling sorry for herself. So she decided to take a walk. She moved slowly, taking her IV with her. Making her way to the door, she jiggled the lock expecting it to be locked. The door slowly inched open. “Rookie mistake” Clara Kate mumbled to herself. She slowly made her way down the white hall. Past dark rooms. She stopped in front of a small office door. Dr. Muse, psychiatrist was painted firmly on the plaque next to the door. She heard screaming. She was scared, but she knew she had to figure out what was causing all of the ruckus. Clara Kate cracked the door and peered through just in time to hear a white haired man say “It’s for your own good, Sile! I NEED TO FIX YOU!” With that the old man thrust a needle into the poor man’s arm. Clara Kate heard footsteps come up behind her and Clara Kate felt her knees buckle and she hit the floor.