Yellwood Mental Hospital นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I sighed and said solemnly, “I will go take a look at Tina. I have not seen her for a long time. I wanted to see how she is doing.” “Oh, okay.” She drove straight to the Sanatorium! An hour later, we arrived at the Sanatorium. This was the largest mental hospital in X city. It was located in the remote suburbs, and the people locked inside were all abnormal. “Who do you want to visit?” “I want to see Tina Walter.” “Tina Walter?” The nurse from the mental hospital looked up at me. “Come with me.” After registration, I followed the nurse to the ward. “You can go in. Wait here for a while.”

“Help me? By locking me up? I’ve been saying the same thing for years, and no one listens!” Annabelle’s brow furrowed. Years? The nurse beside her leaned closer to an intern, whispering, “Who’s he? He doesn’t look like he’s from this hospital.” Annabelle glanced down, catching sight of the faded tag on the man’s chest—Ravenwood Mental Hospital. Her stomach twisted slightly. “You’re right,” murmured the senior nurse beside her. “He’s from the psychiatric hospital across town. They’ve been sending him here for sessions with Dr. Thomas. Apparently, he’s been showing signs of recovery.”

AVA The Willowbrook Private Treatment Center looked more like a luxury hotel than a psychiatric hospital. Marble floors, expensive artwork, fresh flowers everywhere. But the windows didn't open, the doors locked from the outside, and every visitor had to be approved. I was a prisoner in paradise. "Mrs. Blackwood, time for your medication." The nurse, Janet, appeared in my doorway holding the small paper cup I'd come to dread. Inside were three pills that made my thoughts fuzzy and my reactions slow.

Nobody could tell that. Yorrick sighed. “Coleman, according to the constitution of Yaramoor, if someone serving a prison sentence has been diagnosed with mental illness, they will be absolved from serving the sentence so they can receive treatment.” “I know,” Colton replied sternly. “As such, I can’t let her get what she wants no matter what.” Meanwhile, inside the Knowles’ study room… Edison was reporting to Nollace after learning that Sandy was going to be released from prison.

The white and orange brick of the walls that formed a high perimeter around the St. Nicholas Mental Home was occasionally visible where climbing Ivy had for some reason, turned and taken another course. The Mental Home was located a few miles from the church on a densely wooded and perfectly manicured six-acre estate in the middle of New Rochelle. Symmetrical rows of clipped boxwoods lined the sidewalks. Jamie parked her car in the visitor’s parking lot and rushed out to meet Daniel who was pacing about anxiously. The one-hour ride to the suburb had produced thousands of questions in her mind and she wanted answers. How did Eva end up in a Mental Home again?

While Joseph Bauer was scheming how to fan the flames harder… The next day, Harvey York brought some breakfast to Flutwell People’s Hospital. After passing through the hall and entering the elevator, he came to the inpatient department on the upper floor. Safe to say that Harvey was quite familiar with the place. Right when he came to the floor where Mandy Zimmer was, he frowned slightly. A faint smell wafted in the air. It did not smell like the typical fragrance but rather like a woody scent.

The fear Gordon instilled in him was too great. For now, he would stay away from Aspen, though the grudge he held burned deeply. After the last guest left, Andrew, Lauren, and Francesca turned and stepped into the apothecary. Francesca began showing Andrew around the various functional areas of the medical center. Originally owned by the Weller family, the building had been one of the largest upscale clubs in Jayrodale. It was vast and luxurious. After its transformation into a medical center, it retained its grandeur while also becoming practical for its new purpose.

For the next twenty minutes, she briefed me on almost everything in the same way. I kept on taking notes and understood that the IPD facility was divided according to the mental instability of the patients. Ward O is a prohibited area for common staff, as they were the most dangerous psychiatrist patients. Ward 10 is for regular patients suffering with depression, insomnia, or any other normal kind of mental illness. After finishing a brief training and introduction, I followed her with all the supplies that we needed. My heart was still uneasy. It was good that Xyla was resting; or else she would have given me a headache.

Its name had been brutally direct—Belvia Mental Hospital. Tall iron gates. Electric fences. Heavy cages sealing it off from the outside world. Inside, patients wandered the corridors with empty eyes, like lost souls trapped between life and death. The moment she stepped past those gates again, fear clawed up her spine. She forced herself to stay calm, though her legs were trembling so hard she could barely walk. When she passed the electroshock therapy room, the nightmares came flooding back—the screams, the burning pain, the humiliation. She had been imprisoned there for three months by Elliot Porter—tortured, violated, photographed, stripped of all dignity.

“What I deserve? The ones with power and money make the rules in this world. How are you supposed to fight against me when you’re so worthless?” A moment later, a few people in white coats walked over. The middle-aged man leading the group said respectfully, “Mr. York, her admission procedure is done.” Gary smiled. “Miss Niles is emotionally volatile and violent. She needs treatment. Make sure to take good care of her.” I finally realized that he was going to send me to a mental asylum. “Are you nuts?! I’m not crazy!” I struggled hard, but the security guards kept a tight grip over me.