Chapter 52 Being Treated.
Moreover, the lab coats all had “Qutbridge Psychiatric Hospital” printed on them.
She instantly realized her destination this time was a psychiatric hospital.
That was by no means a pleasant place; it was barely any better than a prison.
Raylee didn’t make a fuss or create a scene. After taking a deep breath, she calmly asked, “Who gave you the audacity to kidnap me? Are you after money or to cause harm to me? What is your objective?”
“What’s this about money and causing harm? We’re a psychiatric hospital, for heaven’s sake. Your family believes you’re suffering from a mental disorder, so they asked us to bring you here for treatment,” a female nurse retorted.
“My family? Who are you referring to?”
“Don’t you even know your own family? You really must have a mental illness. Looks like we’ll need to properly treat you once you’re committed:”
Raylee attempted to reason with them.
“If you’re referring to the Goodridge family, they’re not my kin. Their surname is Goodridge, while mine is Somers. They’re not my family, so they have no right to commit me to a psychiatric hospital.”
“Don’t worry about whether they have the right or not. Once you’re in this car, you’re a patient, understand? Now stop asking questions. What you need to do right now is to accept the treatment!”
“How can I be treated for an illness I don’t have?”
“Every person with a mental disorder insists they’re not ill!”
The nurse no longer paid her any attention, engrossed in playing with her phone instead.
Before long, Raylee was escorted into a psychiatric hospital situated halfway up a hillside.
She was forcibly dressed in a patient’s gown, assigned a number and a hospital bed, and unwittingly became a psychiatric patient
Observing the people around her clad in the same hospital gowns as her own, they were either yelling madly, mumbling incoherently, or lost in silent stupor.
Plot a single one was normal.
Whether those people were actually mentally ill or not, Raylee had no idea.
All she knew was that she wasn’t a patient. She had been forcibly confined here by someone!
“I’m not sick at all! My mental state is perfectly fine! I demand to see my family!” Raylee turned around and shouted at the
nurse.
“Yes, yes, you’re not sick. I’ll take you to your family now; just follow me obediently!” the nurse said impatiently, tugging her along.
Raylee followed the nurse into the treatment room, but she didn’t find the so–called family member she was expecting. Instead, she was greeted by an elderly man in a white lab coat. Judging from the name tag pinned to his coat, he was called Neville Crofton.
“Ah, you’re here! You’re Mr. Goodridge’s younger sister, yes? You look quite pale. You’ve been having episodes frequently. haven’t you?” The doctor assessed her from head to toe, drawing his conclusions.
Raylee really wanted to retort with, “You’re the one who’s crazy!”
But the words died on her lips before she could voice them out. Astonished, she asked. “You’re talking about Samuel
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“Oh dear, you can’t even remember Mr. Goodridge is your brother. It seems your illness is quite severe. Come, let’s start with the first course of medication!”
As he spoke, Neville produced a handful of pills, instructing. “You know how to take medicine, right? Swallow them yourself.”
Rayler’s temper flared, and she knocked over the medicine that was handed to her.
“I’m not sick, so I won’t take medicine! Bring Samuel to me! I need to talk to him!” she said through gritted teeth.
Why on earth did that by stard confine her to a psychiatric hospital?
She had already spent four years in prison in place of Waverly, wasn’t that enough?
Why did he have to torment her in this way?
Numerous scenes flashed through Raylee’s mind.
After her release from prison, she had had several conflicts with Samuel. These disagreements intensified over time, reaching a point where they were completely at odds with each other.
Yet, she never would have imagined that he would hold a grudge like this, resorting to any means necessary for his revenge against her!
What was the difference between locking her up in a psychiatric hospital and putting her in prison?
They were both massive cages that bound her freedom.
“Refusing to take your medicine obediently? Then we’ll have to switch to injections!” Neville’s brows furrowed.
“Get some people in here to hold her down! This new patient is as unruly as a wild horse!”
In no time, several nurses entered the room, including a burly male nurse.
They pinned Kaylee down on the sickbed, rendering her unable to move.
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