Antoinette van Heugten Saving Max (v4.0) (epub)

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.Some dare dream of peace.As Danielle tightens her arm around this destroyed woman, she knows that the communion between her and this stranger is deeper than sacrament.She feels the holiness of the exchange, however alienated and bereft it leaves them.It is all they have.Danielle stares up at the forbidding sign posted on the thick glass doors.Secure unit.No unauthorized persons.No exit without pass.The black, merciless eyes of one of the 24-hour security cameras glare down at her from a corner of the room.They learned at orientation that they are installed in each patient’s room and in the common areas.This is supposed to make them feel safe.It is late afternoon.Danielle stands at the reception desk, but Max hangs back.He is terrified.Danielle can tell.The more afraid a teenager is, the more he acts like he doesn’t care.Max looks bored shitless.Danielle doesn’t blame him.By the time the group session was over, she was ready to slit her throat.“Ms.Parkman?” The nurse waves her over with a big smile.“Ready?”Oh, sure.Like mothers in the Holocaust about to separate from their newborns.She squares her shoulders.“I’m at the hotel across the street—Room 630.Can you tell me when visiting hours are?”The nurse’s smile fades.“You’re not leaving tomorrow?”“No, I’m staying until I can take my son home.”The smile dies.“Parents are not encouraged to visit during assessment.Most go home and leave us to our work.”“Well,” says Danielle, “I suppose I’ll be the exception.”The nurse shrugs.“We have all the pertinent data, so you can go back with Dwayne to the Fountainview unit.” The enormous attendant who came to Marianne’s aid with Jonas appears.Dressed in blinding white, his chest is so big that it strains against the unforgiving fabric of his shirt.As he comes toward them, Danielle thinks of football players, heavyweight wrestlers—men with abnormal levels of testosterone.She looks at her pale boy, who weighs no more than two damp beach towels, and imagines this man pinning him to the ground.If Max bolts, this guy will snap him up in his jowls like a newborn puppy and carry him down the hall by the scruff of his neck.“Hi, I’m Dwayne.” The wingspan of his outstretched hand is larger than Danielle’s thigh.“Hello.” She manages the smallest of smiles.Dwayne grasps her hand, and she watches it disappear.In a moment, he returns it.He turns to Max.“Let’s do it, buddy.”Danielle moves forward to embrace him, but Max charges her—fist raised, face enraged.“I’m not going in there!”Dwayne steps in.With one elegant motion, he yanks Max’s arms in front of him; slips behind him; and envelops Max’s entire upper body in his massive arms.The ropy muscles don’t even strain.Winded and trapped, Max flails and twists.“Get your fucking hands off me!”“Give it up, son,” growls Dwayne.Max shoots Danielle a look of pure hatred.“This is what you want? To have some asshole put me in a straightjacket and lock me away?”“No, of c-course not,” she stammers.“Please, Max—”“Fuck you!”Danielle is rooted to the floor as Dwayne drags Max down the hall.They come to a menacing red door that buzzes them through.Her last glimpse of Max’s contorted face is seared into her mind.He stares at her with the betrayed eyes of an old horse at the glue-factory gate.He is gone before she can utter the words that strangle in her throat.At the far end of what appears to be a TV room are four women dressed in jeans and T-shirts—undercover nurses in casual disguise.A large whiteboard hangs on the wall.It unnerves her that Max’s name is already there with ominous acronyms scribbled next to it—“AA, SIA, SA, EA, DA.” The black letters hang final, immutable.She sneaks a look at the typewritten sheet pasted on the board.“AA—Assault Awareness; SIA—Self-Infliction Awareness; SA—Suicide Awareness; EA—Escape Awareness; DA—Depression Awareness.” The words slice her heart.Danielle glances around the room and notices Marianne chatting with an older doctor.She smiles warmly at Danielle.Jonas plucks at his clothes and twitches his feet in an odd, disturbed way, as if he’s doing the flamenco sitting down.Then she sees Carla and her son go into one of the bedrooms.Her heart sinks.She would do anything to prevent Max from being on the same unit with a boy who would break his own mother’s arm and purple her eye.An older woman with a shock of short, white hair enters the room and walks up to Danielle.She exudes a calm authority.A conservative, navy suit matches feet shod in dark, sensible flats.Behind small, gold-rimmed glasses are very, very green eyes.Her doctor’s coat is Amway white.Red embroidery on her lapel says Associate Director—Pediatric Psychiatry, Maitland Hospital.She holds out her hand with a smile.“Ms.Parkman?”“Yes?”“Dr.Amelia Reyes-Moreno,” she says.“I’ll be Max’s primary doctor while he’s here.”“Nice to meet you.” Danielle stares as she shakes the woman’s hand.Her long, fine fingers are cool to the touch.Intensity and intelligence are evident in her gaze.Danielle’s research of Maitland revealed that Reyes-Moreno is one of Maitland’s most valued psychiatrists, nationally renowned in her field.She glances at the old doctor with Marianne, his veined hands folded as he listens.Both are smiling.Danielle wants him.Someone who looks as old as Freud and who’ll take one look at Max and say, “Of course! I see what they’ve all missed.Max is fine, just fine.” Then he’ll nod his head wisely and go on to his next miraculous cure.Dr.Reyes-Moreno catches the arm of a young, dark-eyed man who looks like a pen-and-ink rendering of Ichabod Crane.“Dr.Fastow,” she says, “would you mind my introducing you to Ms.Parkman? She is the mother of one of our new patients, Max.”He nods curtly and fixes Danielle with a milky stare.“Ms.Parkman.”“Dr.Fastow is our new psychopharmacologist,” says Reyes-Moreno.“He has just returned from Vienna, where he spent the last two years conducting exciting clinical trials of various psychotropic medications.We are honored to have him.”Danielle takes the hand he offers.It is cold and dry.“Dr.Fastow, are you planning to significantly change Max’s medication protocol?”His gray eyes are limpid.“I have reviewed Max’s chart and ordered extensive blood work [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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