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Damaged

Summary:
Damaged by Awsomealice94“I better dream if I have to struggle” Story of 19 year old Mary Alice Brandon


Notes:
Damaged by Awsomealice94 Disclaimer- i own nothing Story is finished, so posting should be done regularly :) i started this last winter and haven't told a single person about it until a couple of months ago-which was hard for me, as you can imagine :) i finished two days ago


2. Chapter 2

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~There's a song that's inside of my soul
It's the one that I've tried to write
over and over again
I'm awake and in the infinite cold
But You sing to me over and over and
over again~ Only Hope, Switchfoot

“Alice, why don’t we go for a walk?” he asked her, changing the subject. He could see that she was stressed out as it is, and adding to that stress would be bad for her. She nodded once and let Dr. Sacks help her off the ground. He took her small hand in his and led her out of her room and down the hall.

Mary Alice was used to the unbelievably cold hands of Dr. Sacks by now. But when he was first assigned to her, and when he first took her by the hand and led her on a walk like he always did, she almost flinched from how cold he was.

At first she thought he might be sick, or that perhaps he just came from outside where it was snowing. But he didn’t, he was just cold. It seemed odd to Mary Alice that he was that way… but, then again, most of the people around her were a little odd.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked her as they walked past other rooms and down one of the hospital’s many hallways.

“Jane is going to throw something at the wall in five seconds.” Mary Alice informed Dr. Sacks as they passed another girl’s (or patient's) room called Jane. Sure enough, there was an ear-splitting crash coming from Jane’s room.

“I don’t know if I can ever get used to that.” He muttered to her as they continued to walk.

Mary Alice barked a short laugh. “Well why would you need to get used to it?” she asked him, now suddenly curious.

“That’s not of importance at the moment.” He said quickly to her, and Mary Alice sighed. He was keeping something from her. This was the one thing that bothered her almost as much as being in this hospital. Yet this really wasn’t really a hospital to her-hospitals were made to help people; this place was hardly helping.

“We actually have a new staff member,” he told her casually. “We might see him on our little walk or we might not. But I did hear that some of the other patients downstairs need a bit of cheering up and you always can walk into a room and make things brighter. So maybe-”

“I could go visit them? I suppose, if it will make them happy.” She finished and then she paused for a moment in the middle of the hallway with a dreamy look on her face. She saw the setting of the room downstairs before they actually arrived there, what Mary Alice's visit will do to them. “And it will make them happy.” She finished.

“Well, then, why don’t we go?” he asked her as she continued with him down the hall to the top of her floor’s stairs.

“Oh, this is Benny’s floor isn’t it?” Alice asked tightly, trying to hide the dreadfulness that was in her eyes and her voice.

“I know you don’t fancy him, but please Alice-for me?” Dr. Sacks asked her as she now stood with him at the end of the stairs.

“I…oh alright.” She said to him as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

Benny was another one of the patients that was in the hospital, and one that Alice saw a lot because her floor and his had meals together (not that she ate much anyways). He always had favored Mary Alice in a peculiar way; he always likes to hurt her.

Mary Alice didn’t like Benny because at random times, he tried to punch her or something rash of that nature. Never once did he succeed though, because Mary Alice always saw it coming. He was crazy, and she knew that he definitely belonged in this horrifying place. She, on the contrary, had no reason to be here aside from the fact that her parents were afraid of her.

“Nothing will happen to you, I’ll be in the same room.” Dr. Sacks promised her before they walked into the common room on that floor.