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breakableheartsWho: Sam Campbell and Alexis Harrington (with Justin Campbell)
What: Treading Water
Where: Sydney, Australia
When: After this
Sam murmured a thank you to the nurse who admitted him into the secured acute mental health unit and followed her down the long corridor she was leading him to the wing she said Justin had been admitted to. It didn’t have the overbearing bleakness people might assume was stereotypical of a ‘closed’ or locked mental health ward. It looked just like the other units in this hospital, which was state of the art in every sense. It just didn’t have the same hustle and bustle as other inpatient units. Visitation would be limited to likely only a couple of people at a time and shorter visiting hours. This was outwith those hours, so that would be contributing to comings and goings in the corridor to staff and patients. Even then, patients would likely be restricted to where they could go. They had been given an exception because technically, it wasn’t a normal visit because Justin was sedated and his room would be locked until he was awake and they could assess the risk of harm to himself and others. The visiting leeway to a handful of authorised family members was there today because they were waiting to see if Justin had caused himself damage while he was psychotic and re-injured himself physically or internally, potentially setting back the progress he had made with his rehabilitation.
Spotting Alexis leaning into the wall outside the room the nurse guided him to, he came up beside her, putting his hand softly on her back so he didn’t startle her. “How are you holding up, sweetheart?” he asked, following her gaze through the large observation window to where Justin was unconscious, unmoving in the bed by the window. The depressing and dreary view was a grey wall of the neighbouring building and the room seemed cold and bare. It was never easy to see the poor kid like this. It would never get easier either.
( Alexis blinked out of the numb haze she had been lost in, taking Sam’s hand... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: Treading Water
Where: Sydney, Australia
When: After this
Sam murmured a thank you to the nurse who admitted him into the secured acute mental health unit and followed her down the long corridor she was leading him to the wing she said Justin had been admitted to. It didn’t have the overbearing bleakness people might assume was stereotypical of a ‘closed’ or locked mental health ward. It looked just like the other units in this hospital, which was state of the art in every sense. It just didn’t have the same hustle and bustle as other inpatient units. Visitation would be limited to likely only a couple of people at a time and shorter visiting hours. This was outwith those hours, so that would be contributing to comings and goings in the corridor to staff and patients. Even then, patients would likely be restricted to where they could go. They had been given an exception because technically, it wasn’t a normal visit because Justin was sedated and his room would be locked until he was awake and they could assess the risk of harm to himself and others. The visiting leeway to a handful of authorised family members was there today because they were waiting to see if Justin had caused himself damage while he was psychotic and re-injured himself physically or internally, potentially setting back the progress he had made with his rehabilitation.
Spotting Alexis leaning into the wall outside the room the nurse guided him to, he came up beside her, putting his hand softly on her back so he didn’t startle her. “How are you holding up, sweetheart?” he asked, following her gaze through the large observation window to where Justin was unconscious, unmoving in the bed by the window. The depressing and dreary view was a grey wall of the neighbouring building and the room seemed cold and bare. It was never easy to see the poor kid like this. It would never get easier either.
( Alexis blinked out of the numb haze she had been lost in, taking Sam’s hand... )
LOG, COMPLETE