Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Serendipity ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

The ambulance came to a slow halt. "Kyle, we're here." The paramedic inside the ambulance looked down at the sleeping boy. He was lanky and pale with feminine features. If his eyes had been open, you would have noticed how big and green they were. Like cat eyes. His long blond hair, which was naturally auburn, was draped over his face and he resembled a neglected porcelain doll. The paramedic attempted to rouse him. "Kyle..? Wake up." The boy's eyes fluttered open and he was temporarily disoriented. `Where the fuck am I?' He tried to stand but he realized he was still restrained by the gurney. There was a sharp, shooting pain that went up his arm and down his chest. "The people in here are going to help you..." The man said opening up the ambulance doors. The light shone brightly on his green hospital gown. `That's right...' He tilted his head away from the man, avoiding his gaze. `Man, I really screwed up this time...'

They unloaded him out the back of the ambulance and transferred him into a wheelchair. "Kyle, do you know where you are?" The man placed restraints around Kyle's arms and legs, assuming the boy would try to run off. As if he could in his current state. "Rehab? The looney bin?" He asked sarcastically. His voice was soft, but not feminine. It was most likely from him being tired. "Basically both," The man began wheeling him into the building. "And do you know why you're here?"

"Well, my memory's a little hazy, but I assume it's because I was twenty minutes away from O.D.ing, but it's just a shot in the dark." He gave a small smirk. "Or am I here for cutting? I've been bumped from hospital to hospital and doctor to doctor so many times, it's hard to keep up..."

The paramedic cleared his throat. "Well, if you have the strength to be sarcastic, I suppose I don't need to ask anymore questions, hm?" He noticed the boy was looking down at his left arm. "You needed a few stitches, but it wasn't anything major." Kyle nibbled on his lip ring. "Where exactly are you taking me?"

The man sighed. "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure." He turned a corner and the two of them were met by a screaming boy and a large man trying to restrain him. Kyle's eyes widened. The boy continued to struggle and scream, but the man wouldn't budge. "He better not be my room mate..." He said quietly to himself.

"Um..." The man turned back around. "Let's find someone who knows where you're supposed to go, shall we?" He walked down the corridor and found a small room labeled "Search Room". The man nodded and knocked on the door. "Hello? There's a new patient here. He needs to be checked."

A young woman, looking to be about in her mid 20's opened the door. "Well, hello there!" She said in a nauseatingly chipper voice. "What's this one's name?" She asked the paramedic. She almost seemed to be flirting with him, sticking her DD boobs out and tilting her hips to the left. The slutty nurses outfit didn't help her any. Kyle could taste the vomit. "His name's Kyle McCally, miss," He began with a smile. "We just released him from St. John's Hospital in Los Angeles." He leaned in closer to her. "He's in here for detox and psychiatric help."

"FYI, you stupid fucks. I got a voice of my own." Kyle struggled to break free of the arm and leg restraints. It just hit him that he was really in the nut house. "Get me the fuck outta here!!" He screamed. His voiced echoed down the hallway, canceling out the other boy's screams. "I don't need to be here!" He growled.

The man cleared his throat like he did before. "You see, the hospital had to sedate him earlier, and he's just now coming out of his fog.” The nurse gave him a startled look. He leaned closer to her and, in a whisper, informed her, "Yes, yes, I know... Drugging him wasn't what was best for him, but it was out only option. He destroyed the hospital room and shattered the glass window. We caught him right before he got a chance to jump..."

She nodded, seeing this would be a tougher case than she's previously thought. "Well, dear..." She said in her annoying power puff voice. "I'm going to have to search you for contraband." She waved goodbye to the paramedic and wheeled him into the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Can you stand?" She asked him as she undid his restraints. "I guess so..." He said distracted by her fallen angel-like face. "Well," Kyle said in an annoyed tone. "What exactly do you want me to do, lady?" She kept that smile frozen on her face and handed him a blanket. "Please undress and set all the articles of clothing on this table here." And she patted a small metal table attached to the wall. "Bitch, you're out your fucking mind. I'm not getting naked!"

She sighed. "I'm sorry hun, but it's standard procedure. I have to do this. Just wrap the blanket around you. It'll be quick and over before you know it." She gave a giggle. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard to him.

"The last time someone told me something like that I got raped." He said coldly. The nurse didn't know if he was telling the truth or not. She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. Kyle glared at her. "I don't fucking trust you." She sighed, "You're quite stubborn… Fine, I'll turn my back so there's no way I'll see, sound fair?" She turned to face the wall. "Just tell me when you're finished, kay?" He went to the corner of the room where the blank white walls met and reluctantly began taking off his clothes. “Oh!” She quickly added, making him freeze in the middle of unbuttoning his hospital gown. "I'm not sure if you know this or not, but your underclothes have to come off too."

`You've gotta be kidding me!'