Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

Chp2

Contemplation

I know lots of information. What do you want to know?

May 20, 2003 9:30pm. The office of Doctor Robin Wood

Dr. Robin Wood: Psychiatric, and coma specialist, had been Buffy Summers' doctor for little more than a year now. He had gotten her as a patient after her original doctor moved to Phoenix to open his own practice.

The tall, goodlooking, black doctor sits at his desk writing every detail in of tonights occurence in a manila folder and talking into a tiny tape recorder.

"This report is about, Miss Buffy Anne Summers, aged 22." His deep voice says quietly into the recorder.

"Her diagnosis, from the last seven years has remained the same for over a year now. She's a delusional, Schizophrenic, with a past of violent tendencies. She has been in this institution for over seven years, most of that time she has been in a delusional coma. She awoke briefly last year, and fell back into the comatose state a week later, and up until an half an hour ago we had thought that the girl would stay in this state for the rest of her life. At 9:00 p.m. tonight the terrified girl awoke, screaming in panic."

"The nurse at the station, and I were going over the charts from the day, and heard a terrified scream. We rushed to the room to see that Miss Summers had awoken, and didn't realize that there were other people in the room. We tried to calm her without the aid of drugs, but the attempts were met with more screaming, crying, and mumbling."

"I sent the nurse to retrieve a team and , on the off account that we might have to restrain the girl, and to get a high dose of a potent tranquilizer to calm her. Nurse Cordelia Carpenter left the room to do the tasks, returning about five minutes later with the hypodermic and medical team. The team consisted of a male nurse, Alex Brendan, nurse Jenny La Mortia, and a trainee Amanda Hagan."

"When the team arrived, they had inadvertently lead another patient to the room. The young man as I recall seemed to be most upset, from the expression on his face. As Miss Summers noticed the young man, the room fell quiet. I softly asked her if she knew him, and the response that I got was the name of a vampire, that she'd mentioned as a fixture in her delusions, as the patient jumped from the bed, ripping an I.V. from her arm, and rushed into the waiting arms of the young man by the door. Not knowing what else to do, I turned to the nurse beside me and asked who the man was, the reply, and she softly replied, "William Osbourne."

"What amazed me the most" The doctors breathes in deeply, as he replays the scene by the door in his mind. "This William Osbourne seemed to know who the young lady was. And in all retrospect, there is no way that he could have."

"I looked at the two, young people embracing, and noticed that Mr. Osborne had calmed my patient considerably just by touching her. She clung to him like he was water in a vast desert. The young lady, seemed not to notice or ignored everyone else that came in or out of the room, until the man made his appearance at the door."

"At the suggestion of Williams nurse assisting him back to his room." He shakes his head in disbelief of what he's about to say. "I could've sworn I heard the young man growl, and snap at the shy woman standing at his side."

"What I don't understand is how these two people that I'm quite positive have never met before and have never laid eyes on the other, until the moment in Miss Summers' doorway, could possibly know one another." He silently rubs his head in contemplation, as he thinks over the dilemma.

"I have a meeting with Williams doctor in the morning, hopefully he'll have some incite on the situation. For that will be one of the first questions I will ask of him."
The confused, and intrigued doctor slowly presses the button to stop the tape in the recorder, and lays the gold plated pen in his hand down.

Propping his feet on the antique cherry wood desk; he sit behind, Doctor Robin Wood places his chin in his hand, and silently contemplates the enigma of William Osbourne, and Buffy Anne Summers, as he leans back comfortably in his big, black, leather chair.


(Quite a few little surprises in this chapter, yes I know that I changed a few names around but you'll see what's gonna happen and understand. Also You guys rock, I can't believe the feedback I've been getting on this, thanks you guys. You make a person feel appreciated.)