Post by Mimi on Aug 18, 2006 10:51:44 GMT -5
“John, I’m scared,” Marlena said as she grabbed onto his arm and held onto it as if he were her lifeline. “Don’t leave me,” she begged him with her eyes as she looked helplessly around the small sterile hospital room. She’d been in this room countless times before and knew what to expect. But this was different, this time she was the patient.
John sat by her side, trying to be supportive as a middle-aged nondescript nurse with blond hair piled high onto her head in a bun, ordered Marlena to remove one item of clothing after another. Marlena obeyed the orders, humiliated, as she removed her shirt, her jeans, her socks, her watch and her jewelry. Anything that could be used to hurt herself was removed; she was crazy afterall.
“You know the drill…I need your bra and panties and then you can put this on,” the nurse said as she handed Marlena a standard issue hospital gown. John watched helplessly as Marlena was degraded in the worst possible way, forced to disrobe in front of a stranger. Marlena closed her eyes as she removed the final articles of clothing, trying to maintain her dignity in a situation that wouldn’t allow it. Every part of her that validated that she was a functioning member of society, a free person, was removed and put into a plastic bag and labeled with her name.
John wished that he were the one that was being degraded, that he could spare her the humiliation and pain, but knew he couldn’t. No one could. John watched the nurse carefully and was beyond pissed that the nurse wouldn’t make eye contract with him or Marlena, as if they weren’t worth her time and attention. He knew that she was just doing her job, and maybe that’s what bothered him, her complacency.
After checking to make sure that Marlena wasn’t hiding any sharp objects the nurse allowed her to put on the hospital gown. “The doctor will be in shortly to see you,” she informed Marlena as she left, shutting and locking the door behind her. Marlena was thankful that she’d been out of practice for a while and didn’t know this new nurse. Somehow that made it easier for her. The last thing she wanted was for her co-workers to look on her in pity.
“Doc, honey,” John said as he took her in his arms and held her. “Let me contact Mickey…We’ll get you out of this.”
“You can’t John…You can’t get me out of this…No one can,” Marlena said softly as she laid her head on John shoulder and breathed in his familiar smell, trying to commit it to memory. She wasn’t upset about the situation. What had happened and would happen was inevitable. People were just doing their jobs and it wasn’t personal.
“You can’t mean that Doc. I refuse to give up hope.” John rubbed her back slowly, trying to provide some comfort and warmth, knowing that she would need it in the coming days. Roman had told him earlier that once she was admitted, John would be allowed minimal contact with her. He wanted to cram days worth of love, affection and adoration into minutes. He was concerned about the fragility of her mind and what this isolation and imprisonment would do to her.
“I’m not asking you to,” Marlena said with a sigh as she closed her eyes and imagined that they were on a beach together. “I’m just asking that you be realistic about all this.”
“I just can’t stand to see you like this Doc…I can’t leave you here,” John said as a lone tear ran down his cheek. He’d accepted the fact that she had an abusive childhood, he’d accepted the fact that the Evans’ were not her biological parents, he’d accepted her amnesia and bizarre behavior, he’d accepted the fact that she hid her pregnancy from him and it almost resulted in her and the twins death, he accepted the fact that she couldn’t deal with the prematurity of the babies and didn’t want to see them, he accepted the fact that on an unconscious level she didn’t trust anyone and would probably always have secrets, he accepted the fact that she tried to commit suicide in front of him and he’d even accepted the fact that she admitted to killing three people. But this was something he couldn’t and wouldn’t accept. Marlena was not crazy and not a criminal and she didn’t deserve to be treated like one.
“John, I’ll be okay…Really I will,” Marlena said as she pulled out of the hug and sat down on the bed and ran her fingers through her hair. All this was so overwhelming. She felt a need to be strong for John, seeing that this whole situation was devastating to him. She knew by the way he was holding onto her that he didn’t want to leave her here, but she needed him watching over the babies and making sure that they were safe and loved. After everything that she had been through in her lifetime, this temporary imprisonment was nothing. She didn’t want to be here and was scared of being locked in the room alone, with no way out, but panicking and showing her fear would make it worse for John. She would be strong and convince him, convince them both, that everything would be okay.
“I worry about you Marlena, you know that,” John said as he sat down on the bed next to her and put his arm around her, holding her close. They were distracted by the sound of the heavy metal door being unlocked.
“So Dr. Evans,” the brown haired young doctor said he opened the door and entered the room. He was wearing the standard issue Salem University Hospital psychiatry department attire; white lab coat with his name monogrammed in blue, dress pants and expensive black wing-tipped shoes. John saw what looked to be a Rolex on his arm. He was an attractive man who was looking at his wife in a less than professional manner.
“Doctor, I’m John Black, Dr. Evans’ husband,” John said, emphasizing the word husband as he stood up from the bed and approached the doctor, sticking out his hand. John was staking his claim. Marlena was his.
“Mason Jones,” the doctor said as he shook John’s hand. “I’ve been reviewing the admit paperwork that Salem PD filled out on Doctor Evans,” the doctor said as he opened the chart and flipped through the paperwork. John watched the doctors face closely and watched as he shook his head, raised his eyebrows, rolled his eyes and showed general displeasure at what he was reading.
As Dr. Jones closed the chart and approached Marlena his attitude seemed to change. “How are you feeling?” he asked kindly as he sat down next to Marlena on the bed in the spot where John had been sitting. John watched as the doctor smiled at Marlena and pretended to act interested.
“I’m okay,” Marlena said as she returned the smile. This may not be so bad. The doctor seemed nice enough and Marlena wondered how long he’d worked at the hospital since she didn’t recognize him or his name.
“I assume you know why you’re here,” he said as he took her hand in his and patted it. John’s blood was boiling as he helplessly watched the encounter.
“Yeah,” John said, answering for Marlena. Why restate the obvious. They all knew why she was here.
“I assume that the nurse that was in earlier went over the policies of the hospital regarding involuntary holds.”
“Yeah,” John replied as he moved closer to the bed.
“Well then you know that visitation is limited right now…I need to check Dr. Evans’ vitals and run some tests to make sure that there isn’t an organic cause for her condition. If there isn’t, then we’ll begin her therapy tonight…After 72 hours I’ll reevaluate her condition to determine her level of safety. As you know, I approve all visitors,” Dr. Jones remarked as he looked up at John with a hint of malice in his eyes and a smirk on his face.
As John stared down the doctor he wondered what his motive was and if he was going to keep him away from Marlena. There was no fucking way that was going to happen. No one was going to keep him from Marlena ever again. That was a fact.
“So, Mr. Black, its time for you to leave…I have you tentatively approved for a half hour visit tomorrow morning at 10 am,” the doctor said as he let go of Marlena’s hand and stood up, facing John. A half hour? John didn’t think so. He’d have to see Mickey tonight to find out what Marlena’s legal rights were. “Thanks for visiting,” Dr. Jones said as he moved John toward the door, letting him know that it was time to leave. As John left the room and the door was shut behind him, he watched helplessly through the small glass window as the handsome doctor sat down on the bed next to his wife and took her hand in his once again.
“So Dr. Evans,” Dr. Jones said as he entered the room to find Marlena laying on the bed on top of the covers staring up at the ceiling. He sat down in the chair next to the bed and leaned in close to her. “May I call you Marlena?” There was something about him and the way he looked at her and the way he smelled that was familiar and made her nervous.
Marlena knew when the CAT scan and other tests that were being run that there was nothing wrong with her other than her memory. She’d been lying on the bed for hours trying to come up with clever and acceptable answers to questions he might ask, questions she would have asked. She nodded her head in response to his question. Today had been one of the most draining days in her life and she wanted nothing more than for it to be over with.
“So Marlena…the tests came back negative for an organic cause of your behavior and I know that you know what that means.” He leaned closer to her on the bed, invading her personal space. She could smell the faint odor of pepperoni pizza on his breath.
“Look Marlena…I’ve read your file, I know who you are.” Marlena felt herself start to get nauseous at the smell. “You’re a bright woman…Graduated at the top of your class at medical school, but I’m not surprised.” He suddenly sat back in his chair and then abruptly stood up, leaning over her. She tried to sit up in a defensive pose but his proximity wasn’t allowing it. She’d have to touch him to be able to freely move. “I’m not going to ask you the questions you think I am, why bother really,” he said as he laughed. She felt the bile rise in her throat as the stale smell invaded her nostrils, turning her head away from the smell. “So the question is, are you really nutty or are you just pretending to be so you don’t get taken down to jail?”
Marlena was shocked at his bluntness and didn’t know quite what to say. She was also confused. Hours before when John was here he was nothing other than a concerned professional.
“I don’t know you…don’t know what your motivation is…if you think that this is Hotel California, you’re in for a surprise. Just because you work here doesn’t mean you get special privileges. I’ve instructed the staff here that you get no special treatment. Maybe you are sick, maybe you’re lying…either way, it doesn’t matter to me.” Marlena started to get mad at his insinuations about her character. He didn’t know her and she knew that he wasn’t getting his information from a police report.
Rolling over and abruptly sitting up, fire in her eyes, Marlena faced Mason Jones. “If you’ve talked to anyone who knows me and done your homework like you so claim you have, then you’d realize that I’d never ask for or expect special treatment.” The venom in her voice was evident. She was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and be polite but he was making it extremely difficult.
“Everyone says that,” he laughed. “I don’t believe it Marlena…”
“That’s Doctor Evans to you,” Marlena coldly interrupted. Two could play this game. “This obviously isn’t going to work out. For whatever reason, you don’t like me.”
“Not true…I’d have to know you first to make that judgement call and I don’t,” Dr. Jones retorted as he sat back down in the chair. This was getting interesting. Dr. Evans would be a much greater challenge that he had ever hoped for.
“Whatever… Look, you already have a bias against me and I’m not sure that you are the best person for my treatment.”
“Thankfully that’s not your decision *Marlena* …I am the doctor, you are the patient…that’s how this works…now play nice and I may send you to Bayview after your 72 hour hold…you give me or my staff problems and you wind up in jail…got it?”
Marlena was stunned by his threat and wasn’t sure how to react. She didn’t want to further provoke him, knowing that he really controlled her fate, at least her fate for the next 67 hours. Her mind tried to conjure up the reason why this doctor seemed to hate her.
“So lets talk Marlena…why did you decide to put a gun to your head and shoot yourself?" He was leaning close to her once again as he asked his question.
“What?” she gasped, unable to comprehend why her doctor was talking to her in this manner.
“Oh, come on Marlena…Why’d you do it? Did you want the attention? Did you want your dear husband to beg you not to do it? Did you like the power that you had over him in that one instant when you knew deep down that you controlled every thought of his? Did he beg you not to do it? I bet the sex after that was phenomenal…I bet he…”
“Stop it,” Marlena yelled as she interrupted him. “Stop it.” How dare he take a disturbing and emotional event between John and her and minimalize it. How dare he try to cheapen the passion, love and soul connection that she and John shared when they made love and cheapen it by calling it sex.
“Tell me why then,” he said as he moved closer to her. “You’re eventually going to have to tell me…remember the choice is yours, cuckoo house or the brig.”
“What is wrong with you?” Marlena asked as she scooted back in the bed away from him. “Your questions and attitude are bordering on unethical, Dr. Jones.”
He laughed. “That’s charming coming from you Marlena…so back to the original question…. why did you do it? Or was that just a lie your ex-husband, the police commissioner and your husband came up with to conveniently to save your hide? It must be nice knowing the system so well, knowing how to manipulate the system for your own good.”
“That’s not how it is,” Marlena tried to explain, wanting him to understand.
“Then tell me how it is,” he demanded angrily, getting upset at her lack of cooperation.
“What is the point? Really, what’s the point? You seem to have some preconceived idea as to who I am and what my motivations are…Tell me I’m wrong Doctor Jones.”
“They were right about you.”
Marlena stared at him, not wanting to take the bait but at the same times curious as to what he was alluding to.
“You are a feisty one…I can see why so many men have fallen under your spell…well its not going to work on me…if you think you can charm your way into the nutsy cuckoo house you have another thing coming…you want to know what I think?”
“Not really, “Marlena said as she scooted back into the corner, as far away from him as she could get. She brought her knees up to her chest and laid her head on them and closed her eyes. She was tired of playing this game with the doctor.
“I think you’re lying…I think you’re a fraud.” Dr. Jones rested his arms over his chest and waited for her reaction.
Marlena felt her blood pressure rise. He was infuriating but she refused to react. That’s what he wanted her to do… he wanted her to react. She wouldn’t allow him the satisfaction. Smiling, she opened her eyes slowly. “Prove it,” she challenged him.
“Oh I welcome the challenge. I view this case as a gift in a way. In a couple of days all of Salem is going to know you’re in here and why.”
“Too bad they won’t know because of doctor patient confidentiality,” Marlena said softly, wishing that he’d disappear.
“Oh that…there are ways around it Doc...”
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped at him.
“Sensitive are you? Is that name only reserved for your legion of lovers, current and past?”
“You bastard,” Marlena said harshly as she raised her head off of her knees and brought up her hand to slap him hard.
He grabbed her hand before it made contact with his face. “Finally…. Finally we are getting somewhere…Finally some real emotion from you,” he said as he held her hand in his firmly. Slowly her stroked her hand, back and forth. She tried to pull out of his grasp but his hold was too strong. “So Marlena, Doc, are you faking it? Or did the memories of dear old dad fucking you finally get to you?”
Marlena gasped, the color draining from her face. “How the hell would you know that?”
“I know lots of things about you Julie.”
John sat by her side, trying to be supportive as a middle-aged nondescript nurse with blond hair piled high onto her head in a bun, ordered Marlena to remove one item of clothing after another. Marlena obeyed the orders, humiliated, as she removed her shirt, her jeans, her socks, her watch and her jewelry. Anything that could be used to hurt herself was removed; she was crazy afterall.
“You know the drill…I need your bra and panties and then you can put this on,” the nurse said as she handed Marlena a standard issue hospital gown. John watched helplessly as Marlena was degraded in the worst possible way, forced to disrobe in front of a stranger. Marlena closed her eyes as she removed the final articles of clothing, trying to maintain her dignity in a situation that wouldn’t allow it. Every part of her that validated that she was a functioning member of society, a free person, was removed and put into a plastic bag and labeled with her name.
John wished that he were the one that was being degraded, that he could spare her the humiliation and pain, but knew he couldn’t. No one could. John watched the nurse carefully and was beyond pissed that the nurse wouldn’t make eye contract with him or Marlena, as if they weren’t worth her time and attention. He knew that she was just doing her job, and maybe that’s what bothered him, her complacency.
After checking to make sure that Marlena wasn’t hiding any sharp objects the nurse allowed her to put on the hospital gown. “The doctor will be in shortly to see you,” she informed Marlena as she left, shutting and locking the door behind her. Marlena was thankful that she’d been out of practice for a while and didn’t know this new nurse. Somehow that made it easier for her. The last thing she wanted was for her co-workers to look on her in pity.
“Doc, honey,” John said as he took her in his arms and held her. “Let me contact Mickey…We’ll get you out of this.”
“You can’t John…You can’t get me out of this…No one can,” Marlena said softly as she laid her head on John shoulder and breathed in his familiar smell, trying to commit it to memory. She wasn’t upset about the situation. What had happened and would happen was inevitable. People were just doing their jobs and it wasn’t personal.
“You can’t mean that Doc. I refuse to give up hope.” John rubbed her back slowly, trying to provide some comfort and warmth, knowing that she would need it in the coming days. Roman had told him earlier that once she was admitted, John would be allowed minimal contact with her. He wanted to cram days worth of love, affection and adoration into minutes. He was concerned about the fragility of her mind and what this isolation and imprisonment would do to her.
“I’m not asking you to,” Marlena said with a sigh as she closed her eyes and imagined that they were on a beach together. “I’m just asking that you be realistic about all this.”
“I just can’t stand to see you like this Doc…I can’t leave you here,” John said as a lone tear ran down his cheek. He’d accepted the fact that she had an abusive childhood, he’d accepted the fact that the Evans’ were not her biological parents, he’d accepted her amnesia and bizarre behavior, he’d accepted the fact that she hid her pregnancy from him and it almost resulted in her and the twins death, he accepted the fact that she couldn’t deal with the prematurity of the babies and didn’t want to see them, he accepted the fact that on an unconscious level she didn’t trust anyone and would probably always have secrets, he accepted the fact that she tried to commit suicide in front of him and he’d even accepted the fact that she admitted to killing three people. But this was something he couldn’t and wouldn’t accept. Marlena was not crazy and not a criminal and she didn’t deserve to be treated like one.
“John, I’ll be okay…Really I will,” Marlena said as she pulled out of the hug and sat down on the bed and ran her fingers through her hair. All this was so overwhelming. She felt a need to be strong for John, seeing that this whole situation was devastating to him. She knew by the way he was holding onto her that he didn’t want to leave her here, but she needed him watching over the babies and making sure that they were safe and loved. After everything that she had been through in her lifetime, this temporary imprisonment was nothing. She didn’t want to be here and was scared of being locked in the room alone, with no way out, but panicking and showing her fear would make it worse for John. She would be strong and convince him, convince them both, that everything would be okay.
“I worry about you Marlena, you know that,” John said as he sat down on the bed next to her and put his arm around her, holding her close. They were distracted by the sound of the heavy metal door being unlocked.
“So Dr. Evans,” the brown haired young doctor said he opened the door and entered the room. He was wearing the standard issue Salem University Hospital psychiatry department attire; white lab coat with his name monogrammed in blue, dress pants and expensive black wing-tipped shoes. John saw what looked to be a Rolex on his arm. He was an attractive man who was looking at his wife in a less than professional manner.
“Doctor, I’m John Black, Dr. Evans’ husband,” John said, emphasizing the word husband as he stood up from the bed and approached the doctor, sticking out his hand. John was staking his claim. Marlena was his.
“Mason Jones,” the doctor said as he shook John’s hand. “I’ve been reviewing the admit paperwork that Salem PD filled out on Doctor Evans,” the doctor said as he opened the chart and flipped through the paperwork. John watched the doctors face closely and watched as he shook his head, raised his eyebrows, rolled his eyes and showed general displeasure at what he was reading.
As Dr. Jones closed the chart and approached Marlena his attitude seemed to change. “How are you feeling?” he asked kindly as he sat down next to Marlena on the bed in the spot where John had been sitting. John watched as the doctor smiled at Marlena and pretended to act interested.
“I’m okay,” Marlena said as she returned the smile. This may not be so bad. The doctor seemed nice enough and Marlena wondered how long he’d worked at the hospital since she didn’t recognize him or his name.
“I assume you know why you’re here,” he said as he took her hand in his and patted it. John’s blood was boiling as he helplessly watched the encounter.
“Yeah,” John said, answering for Marlena. Why restate the obvious. They all knew why she was here.
“I assume that the nurse that was in earlier went over the policies of the hospital regarding involuntary holds.”
“Yeah,” John replied as he moved closer to the bed.
“Well then you know that visitation is limited right now…I need to check Dr. Evans’ vitals and run some tests to make sure that there isn’t an organic cause for her condition. If there isn’t, then we’ll begin her therapy tonight…After 72 hours I’ll reevaluate her condition to determine her level of safety. As you know, I approve all visitors,” Dr. Jones remarked as he looked up at John with a hint of malice in his eyes and a smirk on his face.
As John stared down the doctor he wondered what his motive was and if he was going to keep him away from Marlena. There was no fucking way that was going to happen. No one was going to keep him from Marlena ever again. That was a fact.
“So, Mr. Black, its time for you to leave…I have you tentatively approved for a half hour visit tomorrow morning at 10 am,” the doctor said as he let go of Marlena’s hand and stood up, facing John. A half hour? John didn’t think so. He’d have to see Mickey tonight to find out what Marlena’s legal rights were. “Thanks for visiting,” Dr. Jones said as he moved John toward the door, letting him know that it was time to leave. As John left the room and the door was shut behind him, he watched helplessly through the small glass window as the handsome doctor sat down on the bed next to his wife and took her hand in his once again.
“So Dr. Evans,” Dr. Jones said as he entered the room to find Marlena laying on the bed on top of the covers staring up at the ceiling. He sat down in the chair next to the bed and leaned in close to her. “May I call you Marlena?” There was something about him and the way he looked at her and the way he smelled that was familiar and made her nervous.
Marlena knew when the CAT scan and other tests that were being run that there was nothing wrong with her other than her memory. She’d been lying on the bed for hours trying to come up with clever and acceptable answers to questions he might ask, questions she would have asked. She nodded her head in response to his question. Today had been one of the most draining days in her life and she wanted nothing more than for it to be over with.
“So Marlena…the tests came back negative for an organic cause of your behavior and I know that you know what that means.” He leaned closer to her on the bed, invading her personal space. She could smell the faint odor of pepperoni pizza on his breath.
“Look Marlena…I’ve read your file, I know who you are.” Marlena felt herself start to get nauseous at the smell. “You’re a bright woman…Graduated at the top of your class at medical school, but I’m not surprised.” He suddenly sat back in his chair and then abruptly stood up, leaning over her. She tried to sit up in a defensive pose but his proximity wasn’t allowing it. She’d have to touch him to be able to freely move. “I’m not going to ask you the questions you think I am, why bother really,” he said as he laughed. She felt the bile rise in her throat as the stale smell invaded her nostrils, turning her head away from the smell. “So the question is, are you really nutty or are you just pretending to be so you don’t get taken down to jail?”
Marlena was shocked at his bluntness and didn’t know quite what to say. She was also confused. Hours before when John was here he was nothing other than a concerned professional.
“I don’t know you…don’t know what your motivation is…if you think that this is Hotel California, you’re in for a surprise. Just because you work here doesn’t mean you get special privileges. I’ve instructed the staff here that you get no special treatment. Maybe you are sick, maybe you’re lying…either way, it doesn’t matter to me.” Marlena started to get mad at his insinuations about her character. He didn’t know her and she knew that he wasn’t getting his information from a police report.
Rolling over and abruptly sitting up, fire in her eyes, Marlena faced Mason Jones. “If you’ve talked to anyone who knows me and done your homework like you so claim you have, then you’d realize that I’d never ask for or expect special treatment.” The venom in her voice was evident. She was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and be polite but he was making it extremely difficult.
“Everyone says that,” he laughed. “I don’t believe it Marlena…”
“That’s Doctor Evans to you,” Marlena coldly interrupted. Two could play this game. “This obviously isn’t going to work out. For whatever reason, you don’t like me.”
“Not true…I’d have to know you first to make that judgement call and I don’t,” Dr. Jones retorted as he sat back down in the chair. This was getting interesting. Dr. Evans would be a much greater challenge that he had ever hoped for.
“Whatever… Look, you already have a bias against me and I’m not sure that you are the best person for my treatment.”
“Thankfully that’s not your decision *Marlena* …I am the doctor, you are the patient…that’s how this works…now play nice and I may send you to Bayview after your 72 hour hold…you give me or my staff problems and you wind up in jail…got it?”
Marlena was stunned by his threat and wasn’t sure how to react. She didn’t want to further provoke him, knowing that he really controlled her fate, at least her fate for the next 67 hours. Her mind tried to conjure up the reason why this doctor seemed to hate her.
“So lets talk Marlena…why did you decide to put a gun to your head and shoot yourself?" He was leaning close to her once again as he asked his question.
“What?” she gasped, unable to comprehend why her doctor was talking to her in this manner.
“Oh, come on Marlena…Why’d you do it? Did you want the attention? Did you want your dear husband to beg you not to do it? Did you like the power that you had over him in that one instant when you knew deep down that you controlled every thought of his? Did he beg you not to do it? I bet the sex after that was phenomenal…I bet he…”
“Stop it,” Marlena yelled as she interrupted him. “Stop it.” How dare he take a disturbing and emotional event between John and her and minimalize it. How dare he try to cheapen the passion, love and soul connection that she and John shared when they made love and cheapen it by calling it sex.
“Tell me why then,” he said as he moved closer to her. “You’re eventually going to have to tell me…remember the choice is yours, cuckoo house or the brig.”
“What is wrong with you?” Marlena asked as she scooted back in the bed away from him. “Your questions and attitude are bordering on unethical, Dr. Jones.”
He laughed. “That’s charming coming from you Marlena…so back to the original question…. why did you do it? Or was that just a lie your ex-husband, the police commissioner and your husband came up with to conveniently to save your hide? It must be nice knowing the system so well, knowing how to manipulate the system for your own good.”
“That’s not how it is,” Marlena tried to explain, wanting him to understand.
“Then tell me how it is,” he demanded angrily, getting upset at her lack of cooperation.
“What is the point? Really, what’s the point? You seem to have some preconceived idea as to who I am and what my motivations are…Tell me I’m wrong Doctor Jones.”
“They were right about you.”
Marlena stared at him, not wanting to take the bait but at the same times curious as to what he was alluding to.
“You are a feisty one…I can see why so many men have fallen under your spell…well its not going to work on me…if you think you can charm your way into the nutsy cuckoo house you have another thing coming…you want to know what I think?”
“Not really, “Marlena said as she scooted back into the corner, as far away from him as she could get. She brought her knees up to her chest and laid her head on them and closed her eyes. She was tired of playing this game with the doctor.
“I think you’re lying…I think you’re a fraud.” Dr. Jones rested his arms over his chest and waited for her reaction.
Marlena felt her blood pressure rise. He was infuriating but she refused to react. That’s what he wanted her to do… he wanted her to react. She wouldn’t allow him the satisfaction. Smiling, she opened her eyes slowly. “Prove it,” she challenged him.
“Oh I welcome the challenge. I view this case as a gift in a way. In a couple of days all of Salem is going to know you’re in here and why.”
“Too bad they won’t know because of doctor patient confidentiality,” Marlena said softly, wishing that he’d disappear.
“Oh that…there are ways around it Doc...”
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped at him.
“Sensitive are you? Is that name only reserved for your legion of lovers, current and past?”
“You bastard,” Marlena said harshly as she raised her head off of her knees and brought up her hand to slap him hard.
He grabbed her hand before it made contact with his face. “Finally…. Finally we are getting somewhere…Finally some real emotion from you,” he said as he held her hand in his firmly. Slowly her stroked her hand, back and forth. She tried to pull out of his grasp but his hold was too strong. “So Marlena, Doc, are you faking it? Or did the memories of dear old dad fucking you finally get to you?”
Marlena gasped, the color draining from her face. “How the hell would you know that?”
“I know lots of things about you Julie.”
