Episode 15: Voices- Sneaky Freaky Plans

Episode 15- Voices

Crush the pills and add them to the whiskey.

The kind female voice disappeared as directions seared into his head. He could see them written on the sides of his brain, emblazoned in the grey matter.

Three minutes after you send Jenkins to session, go to the desk at the end of the hall. They’re having a meeting. Produce the bottle. Claim your alcoholism. Tell them about your sister. Give them the bottle and ask them to take a shot in honor of your big day.

Grant knew how this would play out. That bottle of Oban was expensive, delicious stuff. They wouldn’t refuse. There was six days times two patients worth of various pharmaceuticals floating in that thing. One gulp would render an orderly down for at least eight hours, definitely enough time for escape.

“Jenkins? It’s time for you to go to session. Take the box. Have fun…”

Girls justa wanna have fun.
Oh girls justa wanna have…
That’s all they really waaaaaaaa aaaa nt

He held the box in outstretched arms and danced out the door. Although he was wearing underwear, Grant was afraid for the first time in six months.

This was really going to happen; they were escaping “Horizon Dawn”.

Deep recesses of truth told him that his daughter’s life was at stake; this was a necessary venture, but he hadn’t broken this many laws since his alcoholic black-out stage of 2004. Vandalized parking meters and quarter collection for pool, an incident with a stolen car, the wall of a bar and drunkenly asking for a drink post destruction, and nakedly hopping the fence at a Catholic girls school were part of his Police record, but not his memory.

Outstretched calmly on his bed, he listened closely for further instructions.

Go now.

He inhaled deeply, swung his feet to the floor and focused on saving Sally from the unknown terrors of an invisible man named Smith. He had to trust that this was real. The voices were always right; he forced himself to listen.

You’re going to be fine. This is going to work. Trust us, Grant. Have faith.

The female voice held his mind in her lap and soothed and petted him into submission; he was ready.

“Hey, Nurse Kitty?” He lowered his head and sheepishly entered the white clad circle of hospital staff. “You know how I was a raging alcoholic? My sister, the enabler, smuggled in this expensive bottle of Scotch for my birthday.” He stretched the bottle out into the center as eyes widened and spittle collected in the corners of mouths. The wolves were bored and hungry.

“Wow, Grant. This is an incredibly positive step in your recovery; I’m flabbergasted, speechless. The progress…. I...”

“I thought maybe you could all have a shot for me.”

“I suppose one wouldn’t affect the staff negatively.”

She grabbed a stack of white paper pill cups and poured equal shots for the entire floor. Every nurse and orderly held their cup in the air and cried, “TO GRANT!” Clicking cups and slapping hands and shaking faces and breathing in to quell the whiskey.

They’ll be down in 20 minutes. We have work to do.

Grant needed to find clothes for Jenkins, change into his stolen clothes, locate an Epi-Pin to save Dr. Jill, steal her keys and walk out of “Horizon Dawn” forever.

Forever? No. You’re coming back.

Grant ignored the last voice. It was wrong. He was escaping to save his daughter and take care of her. He was going to live with Jenkins and his sister. He was going to be an artist again. He was not coming back.

West hallway. Fifth door on the right. Supply room. There will be an Epi-Pin on the fourth shelf up. It’s encased in a yellow tube.

Grant followed blindly; the voices were right.

Second stairwell. Down one floor. Janitor closet. Grey jumpsuit.

Grant followed blindly; the voices were right.

Wait here. Count to six. 1-2-3-4-5-6-GO. Walk fast. Back to your room. Change clothes. Get to Dr. Jill’s office.

As Grant safely left his room, he noticed staff reclined in chairs or collapsed into folded arms on desks and countertops. They were going to make it.

The Voices were always right.