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Mike Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest	By : luvwriter Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thank you for the awesome beta Kaigan@|! You're the greatest!
Chapter 7: Free at Last!
When Chester bolted from his sight, Mike couldn't have been more confused, yet… he understood. What they had just experienced seemed like a dream, Mike having to actually pinch himself to authenticate the realness of it. What happened seemed so unlikely to happen, but, it DID happen, Mike was there. He felt Chester's touch and he had tasted the young man's mouth. It was a taste he didn't want to forget. Mike pushed down the urge to call out Chester's name for him to come back, as he knew that the guard would hear him, and that of course would definitely cause problems. So he made his way back to his bed, sitting down at the foot of it.
Mike grunted a bit when he brought his fingers to his lips, feeling the wetness of Chester's saliva still there. He hurried to lick his lips, smiling as his crotch stirred...
***
Chester hurried to the bathroom and threw up that night's dinner. The butterflies in his stomach were just too much to bear, but he couldn't help but chuckle at how the butterflies got the best of him after sneaking out and kissing Mike. The thin man could remember the time where he'd probably heave up his stomach's contents by the very mention of sneaking off to kiss another man, but, not now, not this time. Chester's fear was more fixated on Mike, this strange sudden thrill that made his body shiver. Mrs. Fletcher wasn't even on his mind. His mother even seemed to take the back seat. Everything was suddenly all about Mike...
Everything was about them.
***
Mrs. Fletcher's short heels clicked loudly down the dim hallway. She was aided by the bit of sunlight that managed to squeeze through the blinds of the windows, on both sides of her. She held the same black purse that she had for years; it still worked and looked fine, what would be the point in buying another?
The nurse greeted her assistant as they met up at an intersection of the hallways.
"Good morning Nurse Fletcher." The wide eyed assistant said, holding her lunch box in front of her.
"Good morning Apala." the head nurse replied, nodding at the Indian assistant of hers. They walked in silence as they moved down to the large steel door at the end of the hall. When they reached the door, Mrs. Fletcher reached into her purse, fetching for the ring with dozens of keys on it. The nurse grabbed the biggest key and pushed it into the keyhole. Once unlocked, Mrs. Fletcher pushed against the heavy door.
Both nurses stepped inside, greeted by the familiar sounds of low snoring coming from the men in the ward. The guard on duty turned the corner, as he recognized the sound of the women entering the room.
"Good morning ma'am! How are you this morning?" asked the guard.
"Morning Henry, I'm doing quite fine."
After further small talk, the guard left, as his shift was officially over. The two women began to prepare the Nurse’s Station for the day, fellow co-workers trickling inside as the hour continued on. Apala glanced over to the Head Nurse, Mrs. Fletcher. On the tip of her tongue were words that she had been wanting to say for quite some time now. Mrs. Fletcher noticed Apala's wide and large eyes staring at her, but before the Head Nurse could even ask her assistant if there was something wrong, the woman blurted her feelings out.
"I don't think Mike should stay in this ward any longer." Apala said, sighing quickly after. It was like a weight lifted off her shoulders, but even so, the Indian woman didn't like Mrs. Fletcher's stolid expression.
"Mike deserves to be here and gain from our services just like anyone else," Mrs. Fletcher said, closing a book, as if signifying the finality of the conversation. Apala sensed Mrs. Fletcher's displeasure with her questioning, so she went no further.
***
Mike rolled over on his bed, when he began to notice the normal sounds of morning. The men's feet tapped softly against the floor as they made their way to the cafeteria, the usual mumble and grumble of night owls feeling tired the next morning. He used to welcome the sound when he felt alone in this isolation, but now it annoyed him. It reminded him of how he was doomed to this room, not privileged to interact with the other members of the ward. This especially got annoying when he'd think of Chester. Although he knew they wouldn't be able to touch, he still liked the idea of having a conversation with the other man.
Chester had definitely gotten braver these past couple of weeks. This week alone, the pale man visited Mike every single day, not seeming to care if he was caught or not. He just wanted Mike's touch and Mike wanted his as well. They both reeled in the fiery passion they shared for one another. The thought of it being taboo, made it even sweeter. Shinoda began to roll his hips, thinking about how it'd feel to move in and out of Chester, wondering how it'd feel to claim him body and spirit. This box he was now living in though, came to the forefront of his thoughts, thus diminishing his fantasy with the cold dose of reality. This annoyed him immensely.
Suddenly Mike noticed a very familiar click clack of heeled shoes make their way toward his door. Then a slight knock and the sound of the metal window sliding open. Mrs. Fletcher's smiling face outside of the tiny window, almost mockingly.
"Good morning Mrs. Fletcher," Mike quickly said, sitting up in his bed. He spoke first, not wanting her to think he had any negative thoughts about her (which he did).
"Good morning Mr. Shinoda. I see you're wide awake," She replied, her voice sickeningly sweet.
"Yes. Yes, I am."
Refusing to go through the small talk, Mrs. Fletcher got right down to business, "Well Mike, today is the day you have the choice to leave solitary confident and join the rest of the ward."
Her words were quite possibly the sweetest thing he had ever heard. It wasn't her tone, or her voice at all, but the words, the words of his freedom. As happy and excited as he was, he refused to show it.
"Oh? Well, that's good to hear," Mike said casually, getting up from the bed and walking over to the door to see the woman's face better, "I would like to join the rest of the ward, of course."
Mrs. Fletcher's eyes narrowed for a split second before she said quietly, "Of course."
Mike never lost eye contact with the woman as she searched for the key to the lock on his door. He being instantly annoyed with how deliberately slow she was with finding the correct key. He knew she had the placement off all the keys memorized, so this little show she was putting on, wasn't exactly flattering; however, he decided to deal with this, as he knew he'd be out soon.
When the door finally opened, Mrs. Fletcher stood in the doorway, delaying his freedom once again.
"I want to make it perfectly clear, that if you cause anymore trouble here for the members of the ward...especially Mr. Bennington, you will be punished," Nurse Fletcher said, her right hand on her hip and her left holding a clip board to her chest. Behind her stood Malcolm and Chuck in their usual white jumpsuit uniforms, ready to use any force necessary (or unnecessary), if Mike decided to do something stupid.
"Crystal clear," Mike said as Malcolm reached over and grabbed him roughly by the arm. They began to set out down the hallway but not toward where the other men where.
"Where are you taking me?"
"You haven't visited Doctor Simons this month have you?" Mrs. Fletcher said, answering his question with a question.
"No...I was sort of stuck in between a rock and a hard place."
Mrs. Fletcher's eyes narrowed as she stood behind Mike and the two other men that held him by the arms.
"Well, of course Doctor Simons would like for you to visit him every month. The day you get freedom happens to be on the day he wants to see you."
"What a coincidence..." Mike said dully, as he was lead down the dimly lit hallway.
Mrs. Fletcher softly knocked at the door and then proceeded to open it. Mr. Simons sat at his, sort of messy, desk, as he thumbed through some papers and wrote things down on a yellow notepad.
"Good Morning Doctor Simons," Nurse Fletcher began as she stood aside of Chuck and Malcolm, who still carried Mike by his arms. "Mr. Shinoda is here as you requested."
"Thank you Nurse Fletcher; Chuck and Malcolm," Dr. Simons said lowly, never looking up from the papers on his desk. Mike was placed in the chair that stood right in front of Doctor Simon’s desk. After a short moment, the doctor nodded for them to leave. The door made a light click, as it shut behind them.
When the door finally closed, Mike couldn't help but sigh heavily, feeling extremely relieved and extremely hungry for nicotine. He hadn't had a cigarette in a couple days and it was killing him. He never could think of anything good about Mrs. Fletcher, but one thing she did do was let him smoke every other day or so.
"Hey Doc, you got a smoke?"
"Silence Mr. Shinoda, for a just a moment," Doctor Simons said calmly, picking up the papers on his desk and attempting to organize the things there. He seemed to be looking for something, but after awhile he gave up.
"Ah, oh well. Well, it's nice to see you here Mr. Shinoda. I'm sorry we haven't been able to meet as often as I've wanted to--"
"Doc, I really need a smoke!"
Hiding his displeasure with Mike's urgent pleas for tobacco, the doctor opened a drawer in his desk and grabbed his cigarette box.
"Here Mike," Dr. Simons said briskly, handing Shinoda the cigarette.
Mike gratefully accepted, placing the butt end on his lips. He instinctively reached into a pocket that wasn't there for a lighter that he didn't have.
"I need a light."
Doctor Simons gave him a light and Mike inhaled the tobacco, and sighed as his body and mind calmed.
"Now, that you've had your cigarette, let's get this meeting underway."
Mike nodded, his eyes half open as he swam in ecstasy. He really could care less about anything else that happened, all he cared about was now, enjoying the present, not giving a damn about the past. But alas, Dr. Simons had to rain on Mike's parade by bringing up things from his reality, living in the ward.
"So, today is your first day of freedom," Doctor Simons began, "and as far as I know...you've been in isolation for certain...unfavorable activities."
"Yeah?" Mike asked, looking outside of the window noticing the men playing basketball. They were horrible though. He longed to go out there and show them how things were done. He longed to feel that cool air once again like he did on his bus ride to Notting Hill State Hospital. He desired the old freedom he had of riding in his old convertible down Greyhorn Road. Mike always liked that road as it gave him the most wonderful view of Yager Creek. He remembered riding on that road, his destination being Yager Hill. He remembered having his first love: Anna. Mike smiled at the thought. His first time, was on an old hill with a girl who loved to write. It was way too romantic for his tastes, but he certainly couldn't deny that he longed to have that experience again, but this time, with Chester.
"Mr. Shinoda!" Doctor Simons yelled, waving his right hand in front of Mike's face.
"Oh, I'm sorry Doc. Kinda out of it today," he said, adjusting himself in the seat and hurrying to tap his cigarette against the ashtray.
"I've noticed. Now let's get back on track here. I need you to focus for me." Dr. Simons said sternly as he flipped through a couple papers. Mike could tell the doctor's patience was growing thin. He didn't know if it was his own fault, but he could tell something was up with the doctor, but he kept it to himself.
***
Chester usually wasn't the type for sports, but this day in particular he was a sports activist. When basketball got boring he vied for American Football. When that had lost its appeal, he decided soccer would work, anything at all to keep his mind off of Mike, and if he was around others, involved in a sport, then his mind would certainly be focused on the matter at hand, like winning.
Chester never saw himself as the competitive type, but he did have bouts of it, and he had to admit that it was pretty fun. He liked to win, he liked the feeling of it. Back when he was at home, he had no competition. He had no siblings, and his parents were barely home. Well, in some respects his parent's jobs and lives were his main competition, always competing for some time alone with his father and mother, but they never did have the time for him, never had the time to show him love. Later on though, his mother DID begin to stay home, but the person he had learned her to be, wasn't the person he wanted to be around.
That's when he’d resorted to cutting. It was the only thing that was for sure, the only thing that was consistent. Pain was the only thing he could put trust in. His mother told him that he could trust God, but God wasn't as real to him, not as real as the blade that cut his skin or the blood that flowed afterward. Pain was the most real thing he knew, and that gave him comfort.
"Okay Chester! We have to go eat and take a rest. You've worn us out!" Brad said as he tossed the Soccer ball to him. Everyone grunted and moaned in agreement.
"Yeah! And it's freezing out here. It's gotten colder since we've been out," Dave said, stroking the red hair atop his head.
Chester began to protest, but no one was listening. They were tired and hungry, and the young man decided that perhaps they did deserve a break. He DID feel kinda hungry as well.
As the group walked off of the grass, and onto the basketball court, Chester noticed Rob standing next to the basketball hoop, staring out into the distance. He was going to run over and get the tall man, but he really wasn't sure about him; Rob was so mysterious. He was quite taller than Chester and he never talked. The men in the ward would say that he's deaf, but Chester never heard the nurses say as much. He was particularly handsome though, just… unapproachable. The blond decided that if Rob got cold enough, he'd go back inside himself.
***
By the time Mike had taken his shower and eaten something, the only person left outside on the basketball courts was Rob, who stood there with his arms crossed, and his gaze steady. While Shinoda walked over to him, he decided to follow the taller man's gaze. It went straight to the nurse's quarters. The half-Asian thought nothing of it, shrugging his shoulders and placing a cigarette in his mouth. He hated that he was smoking twice as much now. Ever since he was deprived of nicotine for days, it seems his body needs more of it to satisfy his cravings.
Mike nodded his head toward Rob, saying, "What's up?"
The tall man didn't seem to notice. Mike reminded himself that the other man was deaf. The two of them sort of just stood there, Rob sometimes turning his unwavering gaze toward Mike, seemingly slightly amused by the way the shorter man smoked as if it was the last cigarette he'd ever have. Mike grinned when he noticed Rob smile a bit.
"What you laughin' at huh? Makin' fun of me," Mike asked, playfully hitting the other man on the arm. Rob smile stretched even wider across his face. Shinoda chuckled, feeling a bit proud that he got some type of reaction out of the towering man. Suddenly the basketball the other men played with earlier caught his eye. He decided he would shoot a few hoops before retiring inside, as it was getting increasingly cold.
Mike picked up the ball, bouncing it against the concrete to test how bouncy it was. It seemed to have enough air in it, so Shinoda began to shoot the ball at the basketball hoop above him. The first ten or so were failures, seeing as he was a bit rusty, but after working the kinks out, he was making every shot. When he attempted to dunk the ball though, he completely missed the rim and fell right on his ass. This invoked a rumble of laughter from Rob who stood behind the rim with his arms crossed.
"Oh? It's funny now is it?" Mike said, pushing himself up from the ground, "let's see you try!"
This was when the half-Asian decided to attempt to teach Rob how to play basketball, the difficult thing was though that Rob couldn't hear.
"Here, take the ball...," Mike said to him, holding the ball out with both his hands. "Take it!" Rob stared blankly at Mike, basically ignoring the ball in front of him.
"Look, you take the ball, " Shinoda lifted the ball up when he said the word 'ball' and then placed it in Rob's hands. When he let go, the ball dropped from the taller man's grip. Mike shook his head and picked the ball up and quickly placed it back into the other man's hands.
"Hold on to it! Tightly...yeah, that's it."
Mike stepped back, proud of succeeding at getting him to hold onto the ball.
"Now, you have to shoot it," Mike said, throwing an arm in the air toward the rim above them. "Shoot it. Shoot." Rob again stared blankly at the shorter man, not understanding him at all.
Mike sighed and took the ball from him, and demonstrating how to shoot the ball. He did exaggerated movements, throwing his arms up in the air every time he said the word 'shoot' and when he said ball he would raise the basketball up.
"Now you try." Mike handed him the ball and surprisingly Rob reached for it himself, but unfortunately that was the only thing the tall man learned to do. Or perhaps, the only thing he cared to do.
"I think we should call it a day," Mike said, sighing and pulling out his cigarettes. "Let's go back inside."
Shinoda placed his box of cigarettes back into the pockets of his black leather jacket as he walked back to the building. He turned to the side, expecting to see Rob following him, but the other man was still standing by the basketball rim, with the ball in his hands. Mike was tempted to leave him but he got a certain amusement out of going back and directing the deaf man back into the building. Right as they opened the doors to the building, snow began to fall from the sky....
***
Chester twisted his hands, looking at Mike across the room, who also looked back at him, sending him secret smiles and seductive glances. This only happened when Nurse Fletcher was preoccupied with another patient, though. They both knew what could potentially happen if she even suspected the two of "unfavorable" actions. But for some reason, it didn't matter as much to them. The thrill of sneaking, made it even hotter. One thing was certain though, they both couldn't wait to feel each other's touch.
Mrs. Fletcher glanced between the two when they thought she wasn't looking. She could see the passion in Chester's eyes; the lust in Mike's. Her face became red as the scene before her unfolded, the two of them, undressing each other with their eyes. She repeatedly saw Mike readjust his erection in his pants, to make it less visible. This seemed to turn Chester one even more. She looked away before they caught her. Apala's words suddenly rang in her head.
'I don't think Mike should stay in this ward any longer.'
The Head Nurse pursed her lips up and leaned in onto the mic in front of her.
"Medication time!"
She handed every patient their cup and her assistant handed them their water. As Mrs. Fletcher handed Chester his cup, the young man glanced up at her, sending her a meek smile. She returned it with one of her own, hoping it didn't come off as a grimace. Unsurprisingly Mike Shinoda was the last person in line. He grabbed his cup and smiled widely at the nurse.
"How's freedom so far," She decided to ask him.
"Splendid," He said before downing the pills with his cup of water.
"Glad to hear," Nurse Fletcher said stiffly as he walked away.
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