Committed – Chapter Four
The first part of the ride to the hospital was uneventful. Suzy and the wheel chair had been secured in place in the middle of the van behind the front seats. This was a bit too far away from the driver’s seat to encourage conversation. Besides, the medication that Loretta had slipped into her soda had her in a bit of a stupor even though it was starting to wear off. Her body seemed perfectly content to relax and let the poncho like thing support her. Her arms were resting comfortably in her lap. It was her mind that Suzy started to come alive. The way that Loretta had handled things, or rather, handled Suzy, at the doctor’s office had eliminated the possibility of Suzy changing her mind about going through with what she had set up. To be truthful, Suzy was now having second thoughts about the whole thing.
Nothing was ever mentioned as to how she was to be treated at the hospital and from the way things were going, anything could happen.
Her anxiety started to get the best of her.
Despite, or maybe because of all that was going on in her head, she was still very horny. The stout material of the poncho moved teasingly against her braless nipples every time she took a breath and when added to the effect of the tight crotch of her jeans on her lower lips she was in a such a state that if she were home, she would have been giving the vibrator a good workout.
Evidently Mrs. Mason had been watching her in the rear view mirror.
She lowered the volume of the radio and called over her shoulder that the medication should be starting to wear off and that Suzy should relax and enjoy the ride.
“We will be there in about ten minutes,” she added before turning the volume backup.
“It will still be a while yet before you regain the full control of your legs so it’s best that you stay in the chair,” Mrs. Mason said as she took Suzy out of the van and into the sprawling one story building.
As they had driven up, Suzy took note of the well manicured lawn in front of the hospital and the tall chain link fence that rose above the high shrubbery at one end of the building. There did not seem to be much in the way of activity that could be seen as they came up the drive. Suzy did, however, notice that the parking lot for the staff was full and a much smaller one marked “visitors” was empty.
The first stop Mrs. Mason made was the admitting desk where the lady made some notes in a file that was already prepared and waiting. She then handed the folder to Mrs. Mason, saying that as soon as she had delivered Suzy to Dr. Andrews’ office, she had another “pickup” to make.
“I hope that the patient has been prepared for transport by the time I get there,” she said as she wheeled Suzy down the hall to Dr. Andrews’ office.
“This must be Suzy Jenkins,” the nurse in the waiting room said to Mrs. Mason as she rolled Suzy in.
“Take her right on in, Dr. Andrews is waiting for her.”
“Just put her chair on the side of the desk and I’ll take it from here,” said Dr. Andrews as they entered the inner office.
“And thank you very much, Mrs. Mason. I understand that I’ll be seeing you again in about an hour.”
“That is correct,” she said as she turned to leave.
“‘Bye Suzy, and be good now.” The woman sitting behind the desk picked up the folder that Mrs. Mason had left and took another from the stack on the credenza behind her desk and spent a minute or two flipping through the pages.
Suzy watched her, trying to take her mind off the still escalating itch from both between her legs and her nipples. The anxiousness caused by not being sure of what was going to happen to her next, had her doing some squirming in the chair.
Dr. Andrews looked over the top of her glasses at Suzy and said, “I know that you want to get up however if you will be patient for a little longer, we can get you released.” Suzy had let what the doctor said sink in for a second or two before its full impact hit her. She had not even realized that when Loretta and Mrs. Mason put her in the wheel chair, they had tied her in with the poncho like garment that she now wore. This realization caused even more excitement to well up in her.
Dr. Andrews sat back in her chair and deliberately waited until Suzy made eye contact before speaking.
“You know why your parents sent you to us, don’t you?” she asked Suzy in a pleasant yet no nonsense tone of voice.
Suzy, acting like the rebellious sixteen year old kid that she was supposed to be, in the most obnoxious manor that she could muster while secured to a wheel chair spat back, “Look bitch, I don’t give a damn. The only thing that I care about is getting out of here. First I’m drugged then tied to this `fuin’ wheelchair and kidnapped. As far as I’m concerned you can take this God damned jail that you call a hospital and shove it where it would probably do you some good.”
“Well, young lady, it appears that your parents certainly made the right choice,” the doctor said in the same tone of voice that she used when she first spoke, giving Suzy no reason to think that her outburst made the slightest impression.
“If you want this to be a one-sided conversation, that is all right with me.” Dr. Andrews continued, “I have gone over your records and I must agree that you are totally out of control. You are completely self-indulgent as indicated by your experimenting with alcohol, drugs, and sex. In addition you have no respect for other people or their efforts, you are a compulsive liar, and expect others to jump at your beck and call. Finally, you seem to have no respect for yourself as exhibited by your unkempt ways and your compulsion to abuse yourself. I know that none of this is new to you as your doctor indicates in his records that he had tried everything that he knew to get you to start to behave in a reasonably proper way for a sixteen year old and according to him you refused.
Your refusal to voluntarily enter a hospital or even consider outpatient therapy sealed your fate.
When your parents found that they were going to be out of the country for the next four weeks, it was easy for him to convince them to have you committed. That’s right Suzy, you have been committed. Let me tell you what that means just so there is no misunderstanding as to your status here. Your parents have appointed the hospital as your legal guardian until their return, which means that we have the authority to make any decision that we feel proper pertaining to any and all aspects of your life while you are here. That includes but is not limited to treatment, medication, recreation, and even your food, clothing and comfort. Pout or yell as much as you like, you will live within the boundaries that we set. If you wish to try and fight us you will lose and I want to reinforce the fact that we have ways to assure your compliance with our dictates.” There was a moment of silence. Suzy was now wishing that she had not done such a thorough job of setting things up. There was obviously no way out; she was stuck there for the duration.
The End of Committed – Chapter Four.
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