Sleeping With Ghosts

Okay, so I'm updating, be afraid, be very afraid! Special thanks to everyone who's reviewed. I'd name names but I'm saving that for the last chapter. Though when that's coming I don't know, this story is starting to turn into a novel, ha ha! Enjoy!

Mikey

Brian was trying to calm me, getting me to breathe deeply as I hyperventilated. "Can't you be there with him while he's in the room with that monster?" "No, I can't, it's weird for some reason I can't get into his office. I've tried everything but I keep getting thrown out like someone just put an electric current through me. I'm sorry Michael." Brian said, giving a sigh. I gave one of my own as I lay back in bed, taking another puff from my asthma pump. "It's okay sweet heart, just calm down." He said, and I wasn't really listening.

Once I'd found out that this was the right guy, I'd done more research. Turns out he'd been sued for malpractice a few times, the suits are still being argued but he's kept his license. The one that's causing him the most trouble concerns a Kaelyn Brown. She'd been admitted for post partum depression after she'd had a child and been forced to give it up. Though who the father of the baby is or was, I have no idea. Couldn't find the birth certificate for the little brat either, just the record that he (yes he) had been born. Hell of alot for a 15 year old girl to go through, that's for sure.

Anyway, she'd told relatives who'd come to visit her that she was seeing a wonderful man and he worked there. When they asked Dr. Harvey about it he said she was spiraling downward from depression to psychosis. Then on a visit Kaelyn said it was Dr. Harvey and her family immediately raised hell over it and threatened to have Dr. Harvey brought into court if Kaelyn wasn't transferred. She was found dead in her room the next morning.

I'd actually called a private investigator the family had hired to investigate this guy. When I told him I was concerned because my brother had been admitted at that institution, he spilled his guts. It seems that alot of patients and hell even staff, that accuse Dr. Harvey of romantic interludes or in even worse cases rape, end up dead. It's either suicide or a "tragic accident." I asked the PI if he'd turned that over to the police and he just scoffed, then said, "What, like I need you to tell me to do my job? Course I did." Then he rang off.

What really had me worried was that this guy didn't stop at women, he liked men too. Hence why I started hyperventilating. Brian was trying desperately to get me to calm down and finally I just gave up. "I give, I really do. This is all my fault and oh God I'm so sorry!" I said to no one in particular. I started to sob and threw my face into a pillow, the guilt eating me alive. I let out a cry when I felt something hit me, hard.

I pulled my head out from under the pillow and looked at Brian, surprised. "What the hell was that for?!" I yelled, sitting up. "I'm sick and fucking tired of this 'Woe is me' crap, that's what! Your brother needs you you stupid git and all you can do is sit there feeling sorry for yourself? Fucking wanker!" Brian shouted, getting up off the bed and pacing the room. I just gaped at him and wanted to argue, but I stopped for a minute and thought. Then shook my head as I realized he was right.

"I'm sorry Brian... It's just hard for me to hold it together on this, you know?" He gave a small smile and nodded. "I know love. But don't fret, tomorrow is Sunday and you'll get to see Gerard then. Now did you finish your homework?"