Mike Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

Chapter 9

When Mike came to, he found himself in an isolated room, laying on a stiff mattress with itchy sheets. A pounding pain attacked the side of his head, so intense that he thought he was going to have an aneurysm or something; fortunately, that wasn't the case. He began to reach toward his forehead only to find that his wrists were bound to the bed by leather straps. There were similar straps across his chest and his legs. Instinctually, he yanked at the bindings, his eyes scanning the room for anything that could aid him. It was quite possibly the barest room he'd ever seen. The floor was white tile; the walls were white painted cinderblock and basically there was nothing else but a small window for sunlight and a steel door for the exit.

Before he let himself panic, he busied his mind with what he remembered before he went out. The last thing that he recalled was a scuffle with Chuck. Someone saved him...he couldn't remember who though. His mind raced when he thought of Chester. What happened to him? Mrs. Bennington had been there when it all went down. Could she have done something horrific to him? Mike's imagination went wild and the wilder it got, the more his heart raced.

"I gotta get out of here," he mumbled to himself as he lifted his head. Shinoda immediately laid his head back down when he heard the click-clack of shoes outside the door.

"He's awake," he heard Doctor Simons say from behind the door. The older man's tone seemed a bit dark. Mike didn't like the sound of it.

"Should they bring him out to join the other's now?" said another male voice, one that sounded awfully familiar, but Mike couldn't put his finger on who it belonged to.

There seemed to be a pause. Reluctance maybe? Mike definitely didn't like the sound of things.

"...Yes...bring him out."

Shinoda's heart started pounding so hard in his chest that he feared he'd descend into a heart attack. Every sense suddenly became intensified as he heard the jingle of keys and the sound of the door's lock being opened. He felt everything. Each pump of blood, every drop of sweat that rolled down his face. Why did he feel so anxious, so afraid? This wasn't him, he never was like this. Not Mike the criminal. Not Mike Shinoda, the guy who could steal anything and look like a saint while doing it. He suddenly thought back to his scuffle with Chuck. ...He remembered Apala's needle. Was he still drugged? Was that why as the door opened he vomited on himself?

"Quick! Get a nurse!" Mr. Nickleby yelled to someone Mike couldn't see. He squeezed his eyes shut as another wave of sickness washed over him. He willed himself not to vomit again, but it happened anyways. A nameless nurse came in and quickly wiped a wet towel on his face, cleaning up as much of the vomit as possible before fetching another. Everyone was silent in the room except for the nurse who murmured to her assistant to get her another towel and some water.

Mike stared at Dr. Simons, searching the man's face for some clue as to what he was thinking. He'd never seen the doctor's face look so emotionless.

"Doc," he finally said, never allowing his gaze to falter.

"Yes Mr. Shinoda."

"How's Chester? Is he alright?" Mike said, his voice quivering a bit. Dr. Simons narrowed his eyes before responding.

"Chester should be alright. Don't worry about him," the old doctor said before turning to Mr. Nickleby who whispered something to him.

"Then who should I worry about then?" Mike said as the nurse finished cleaning him. Both Mr. Nickleby and Dr. Simons looked over to Shinoda, their faces showing a fair amount of confusion.

"What was that Mr. Shinoda?"

"Who should I worry about? Whose well-being should I be concerned with? If not Chester's? My own?" Mike said, his voice surprisingly small and afraid.

Mike wanted the two men's facial expressions to soften, but they didn't; they seemed to harden even.

"Most certainly. Right now your well-being is of upmost concern," Mr. Nickleby answered, stepping toward the bed. "Worrying about someone that doesn't concern you is pointless. Save your energy for far more important things."

"More important things?" Mike said, his voice rising a bit. "How fucking dare you! You know nothing! You don't know shit about what goes on around here. You don't know shit about me, you don't know shit about Chester and you have no clue, what so ever, about that bitch of a nurse Fletcher. So don't give me a lecture on what to use my energy on. I care about whomever I want. Fuck you! FUCK YOU!" The Asian found himself screaming at Dr. Simons even though Mr. Nickleby was the one that sparked the fire. For some reason he found himself angry with the old man. He thought that the doctor was on his side, Mike felt he could trust him to a certain extent.

"Mr. Shinoda, you have to calm down," Dr. Simons said, stepping forward to join Mr. Nickleby.

"Fuck you old man. You can kiss my ass!" Mike growled, pulling and yanking at his bindings. He wanted a piece of the old man so badly. Mike wanted to hurt him. He wanted to kill someone, or something. Didn't matter who. Actually it did. Mike wanted to kill Nurse Fletcher. He wanted to strangle her and watch as her life slipped away by his own hands.

"Tell me where he is you sons of bitches! Tell me!"

Dr. Simons and Mr. Nickleby conversed, only loud enough for Mike to catch a few words. One of the words sent horrific shivers through his body.

Electrotherapy.

The word silenced him and made his eyes big. They weren't going to shock his brain cells were they? He'd seen the end result. Only made people more insane. The two men conversed a bit more and then left the room without once looking back at Mike. He laid there, breathing erratically, eyes searching around the room. The dark haired man didn't like this situation at all. But even now, as he potentially faced electrotherapy, he worried more about Chester than anything else.

The Asian couldn't help but feel that this was all his fault. It was quite possibly the heaviest guilt he'd ever had. If only he didn't pressure Chester into having sex with him. He was so desperate for contact, but not just mere contact; he wanted to be inside Chester, he wanted to feel as close as he could get. All of this, because he couldn't control his sexual urges. Even now he wished he was thrusting his cock in and out of Chester. Even now, in this situation like this? What in the world was wrong with him? Feeling as hopeless as ever, he closed his eyes and wept.

The silence in the room suffocated him, so he cried louder. The nurses in the room tried to console him, but their supposed kind words fell on deaf ears. Mike lost control. He was past caring about anything else at this point. He needed Chester. Shinoda needed to know that his lover was alright.

Abruptly, the steel door opened and in came a team of nurses and a doctor, all clad in white suits. The sight of them frightened Mike more than anything he could ever remember. Two of the nurses, both male, grabbed the foot of the bed and started rolling it out of the room. The brighter lights in the hallway hurt Shinoda's eyes a bit, but this didn't stop him from absorbing everything around him.

His heart did a double flip when he saw Joe leave the room he was about to enter. The other Asian man was being carried away by two men. He didn't look too good and had strange burn marks on his head. Was it the electrotherapy? He prayed this wasn't going to happen. Mike turned his head into the other direction and saw Rob sitting on a bench, staring at him.

"Rob! What did they do will Chester! What did they do with him? Where is he?" Mike plead desperately as Rob's indifferent gaze fell out of eyesight as he now entered a room. The door behind him closed with a terrifying finality. Mike wasn't sure he'd make it out as himself again.