Down the Rabbit Hole, Pt. 5
Jan. 27th, 2009 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unavoidedcrisis
2021, 01/27/2009, Churchill Institution for the Mentally Different
The idea was, forgive my use of the word lightly, crazy. Actually insane.
Dave held up the photo in the book, smile lit up with an inner glow like he had just found Jesus.
But even I had to admit, it looked amazing. "Chile, really?" I had always loved the mountains. South America could be nice.
"We could do it." Dave nodded to reinforce the point. "We could."
Fresh air, no more medication (less than twenty four without it and I was feeling great), no one else around to bother me or try to medicate me. Just me alone with my thoughts. It could be everything I'd always needed.
"What do we need?" I asked.
**
It started with a plastic iv needle taped to my arm but not actually inserted into anything.
"The nurse is going to hook up your meds right before lights out and we want her to think it's all connected, so don't move too much and don't draw any attention to the needle." Dave was putting the final touches on the tape. "It looks good. Real convincing."
"I'll be back about three hours after lights out. Right after the first set of rounds. I'll have clothes and supplies. I'll sneak you out through the window. You can climb down an ivy trellis, right?"
I nodded. I had no idea, but damned if I wasn't going to try.
"We'll have everything we need in the Jeep; fake passports, cash, road trip music," he grinned sheepishly. "Ready to leave this life behind?"
I nodded again. I still had no idea, but damned if I wasn't going to try.
The idea was, forgive my use of the word lightly, crazy. Actually insane.
Dave held up the photo in the book, smile lit up with an inner glow like he had just found Jesus.
But even I had to admit, it looked amazing. "Chile, really?" I had always loved the mountains. South America could be nice.
"We could do it." Dave nodded to reinforce the point. "We could."
Fresh air, no more medication (less than twenty four without it and I was feeling great), no one else around to bother me or try to medicate me. Just me alone with my thoughts. It could be everything I'd always needed.
"What do we need?" I asked.
**
It started with a plastic iv needle taped to my arm but not actually inserted into anything.
"The nurse is going to hook up your meds right before lights out and we want her to think it's all connected, so don't move too much and don't draw any attention to the needle." Dave was putting the final touches on the tape. "It looks good. Real convincing."
"I'll be back about three hours after lights out. Right after the first set of rounds. I'll have clothes and supplies. I'll sneak you out through the window. You can climb down an ivy trellis, right?"
I nodded. I had no idea, but damned if I wasn't going to try.
"We'll have everything we need in the Jeep; fake passports, cash, road trip music," he grinned sheepishly. "Ready to leave this life behind?"
I nodded again. I still had no idea, but damned if I wasn't going to try.