Athens Lunatic Asylum Novels & Stories

He saw both officers retreat slightly, giving him space, recognizing his instincts and the reason for his reaction, and respecting it, although their hands went automatically to rest over their firearms, a training reflex common to the armed forces. Heath relaxed his posture, indicating to them that he did not intend to be aggressive, and saw the tension ease from them, their hands lowering from their side-arms. “Why are you taking Aislen in the middle of the night, and do her parents know about this?” He asked them, keeping his voice polite. “Aislen is being sectioned under Section Four of the Mental Health Act. We apologize for the late hour in which it has been actioned, but there was a f

Thomas The level below the sublevel was here before the hospital was built above it, which is the thing that drew me to this building in the first place when the Order was selecting facility locations six years ago, the specific quality of a space that has been used for containing things for a very long time and which has the infrastructure of containment already present in its walls and its floors and its particular quality of air, which is the air of a sealed place, the air of somewhere that has been closed to the outside for long enough that it has developed its own atmosphere. Bethlem ran a ward here in the eighteenth century, before the move to Lambeth, the overflow cases, the ones who

' she said fiercely . ' Where is your mother ? I won't ask you again . ' I said masking any form of emotion . She shook her head not wanting to let go . I jerked my head to Alastair to go inside and search . The back up I mind linked for on our way were already here, surrounding the house . ' Admetos, please don't do this . She is not herself . ' Athena begged . ' She already infected fifteen people in two days . Half of them will not recover . They will have to be burnt alive . Do you know the implication of that ? ' I asked her my voice laced with anger .

Eleanor read the chilling words: “She did not die. Ask about the Iris Project. St. Jerome’s Sanitarium. They are watching. Burn this.” “St. Jerome’s was a private psychiatric hospital for the elite,” Lucian explained as she absorbed the message. “It was shut down over a decade ago after a scandal. It has been abandoned ever since.” A cold dread washed over Eleanor. “Eleanor, I will take you home now,” Lucian said with a firm voice, shifting shifting his tone into a protective mode. “This is my battle. I will not have you caught in the crossfire.”

Her emotions were still raw and overwhelming. A few days later, Athena was discharged from the hospital, but instead of returning to New York, she decided to start a new life in Washington D.C.. Mr. Weltons supported her decision and even provided her with a luxury waterfront condo located in southwest Washington. However, despite his kindness, Mr. Weltons's wealth remained unknown to Athena.

All he needed was Officer Bowen to have reasonable doubt that Asha was not the link, it didn’t need to be concrete, just enough to keep her from harm's way. The first place Young visited to try and do damage control was that weasel she called her ex, Rell. He’d made it to the asylum in one physical piece, but his mind was damn near gone by the time he was officially checked in. The staff had to put him in a straight jacket and padded room to ensure he didn’t try to off himself, something he tried several times upon his arrival. When they first brought him in, it was meds time and he’d caused a commotion trying to grab as many pill containers as possible. He’d gotten 3 random cups in his mout

he chuckled pointing at the direction of the office "Ice and sweet in the same sentence, that's impossible" "Just be open with and everything will be fine...but not too much" " That won't be necessary,I am leaving tomorrow " "You must be jumping with joy at that " "you have no idea" Seth said and left IM THE DUNGOENS Athena woke up with a bang on her head.Groaning she got up from the cold concrete floor and looking around. She realised that she was locked up in a cell and the smell was horrible. The first thing she thought about was her best friend Ella. She hoped that she was safe.

Lorenzo's POV St. Mary's Asylum, VIP ward. A sanctuary for the rich. The place the Vitale family stashed Cassandra. Luxurious rooms, expensive medical equipment—this wasn't an asylum, it was a resort. But tonight, it was going to be a slaughterhouse. I kicked open the door to room 318. Cassandra was lying in bed, scrolling on the latest phone, probably directing her trolls to smear Isabella's name online. A smug smile was on her face.

Two officers stood there, looking ready to subdue her if they needed. “Taking so many precautions,” Ayla mused as she hopped out. She turned to look at the building, and her little smile turned into a sneer. This wasn’t Lucas’ estate. Or the prison. The lettering near the top of the building read, W2P Sanitarium & Mental Institute. “Quite the mouthful,” Ayla muttered. She turned to look at one of the officers. “I believe you may have brought me to the wrong place. See, I’m expecting Lucas--”

“A lunatic doesn’t want to be locked up; what, do you want to go to the madhouse?” Her eyes red, Eulalia glared with hatred. Percival’s harsh words always turned into harsh actions. “Have you heard? The asylum up north is quite nice. Do you want to stay there for a while?” The asylums in Windwatch were notorious, some for the violent patients often locked in lightless cells, their screams echoing through the nights. As a child, Sawyer had threatened her with the asylum, and that fear was etched into her bones. Now, with Percival’s mention, all her hidden fears resurfaced.