Rated R.
Usual disclaimers apply: I own nothing but the story.
FAMILY
TIES by Jayne Leitch
C. 2003
Ric lies slack under the thin white sheet of the hospital bed.
His eyes stare blankly past her, focused on nothing, and if it
weren't for the quiet rasp of his breathing, the slight rise and
fall of his chest, she could easily believe he was dead.
She tries to believe it, every time she visits. Somehow, though,
it's more comforting to know he's stayed alive for one more day,
and one more after that, and one more after that. More...satisfying.
Carly knows she can be vindictive, and spiteful, and a bitch. For
a long time, she counted those characteristics as crucial to her
survival; nothing motivates a person quite as well as the craving
for revenge, and for a long time, Carly was highly motivated
indeed. Time has passed, though, and while she's not quite that
hungry anymore, she still appreciates her ability to slip into
the old, comfortable skin when necessary.
She wears it with pride every time she steps through the door to
his room. She knows her eyes glint a little sharper every time
she sees his restraints.
He doesn't need them. Not according to Doctor Lewis, anyway, who
sometimes shows up while she's there and spends the time he's
supposed to be examining his patient bringing her up to date on
what little changes there have been since their last chat.
According to him--and the terse notes he scrawls on the chart
that Carly hasn't told him she can understand--Ric is so far
gone, he'll likely never interact meaningfully with the real
world again.
* * * * *
Ric is suffering from a psychotic break, prompted by untreated
schizoaffective disorder and resulting in a near-comatose
physical state. It should have been diagnosed and treated long
before it reached this level of severity. It could have been
managed without all the collateral damage, but apparently the
people in this town have too much faith in their own ability to
cope--and it's at this point Cameron always cuts himself off and
furrows his brow and breathes a long, heavy sigh. In the
beginning, Carly tried making snide remarks about that, about how
it reflected the amount of faith the people in this town must
have in the quality of psychiatric help they'd get if they went
looking, but Cameron just made snide remarks right back. She
realized after a while that, after Luke and Laura and Sonny and
Alexis and Zander and Elizabeth--God, poor Elizabeth--Cameron
Lewis knows exactly the quality of psychiatric help that is
available to the citizens of Port Charles, and--like her--doesn't
much care anymore. It was a deeply satisfying realization, and
since then she and Cameron get along just fine.
It helps that Cameron pays attention to her suggestions on
courses of medication, suggestions based on how Sonny hadn't
reacted well to Clozaril, then Risperdal. Drug resistance can be
problematic when the patient is as far gone as Ric, and Cameron
often expresses professional appreciation for the helpful guide
Sonny's experience has been when it comes to treating his brother.
Carly's more than willing to help. All she asks in return is that
Ric be kept safely tied to a bed in the criminal ward at General
Hospital. In Ric's state, it hardly seems necessary, but Cameron
agrees nonetheless.
* * * * *
Ric is psychotic; Ric is restrained; Ric is apparently comatose,
and Carly would be spitting mad about that if she didn't *know*,
regardless of what Cameron says, that Ric can still hear, see,
and understand everything going on around him. That's why she
visits. As she used to tell Sonny--when Sonny was in a condition
to hear and understand--she knows how effective a timely stay
within the walls of a mental ward can be, especially when things
outside those walls aren't conforming to the current revenge
scheme. She knows that, with sufficient motivation, it's easy to
stop talking or talk gibberish or zone out in just the right way
to make even the most suspicious enemies believe, and she knows
that Ric had more than sufficient motivation the day of his
"psychotic break". He might be crazy--and after
everything he's done to her and her family, Carly is more than
willing to believe that--but he's also smart, and careful, and
calculating. And Carly believes with all her heart that, blank
stare aside, he knows exactly what's going on.
So she makes Cameron keep the restraints on, and visits, and
enjoys seeing Ric trapped and at her mercy. She's all that's left
of anything that could be considered his family, after all, so
the restraints won't come off unless she authorizes it. When she
sits beside his bed and holds his hand, limp under the minimally-padded
belt, she remembers how the only thing that kept her from
regretting her manipulated stay in Ferncliffe was the freedom to
move around her room when she was alone; she enjoys the idea of
taking that freedom from Ric, just as she knows he enjoyed the
idea of taking so much from her and Sonny.
Sometimes she brings the baby to remind him just how utterly he
failed when it came to making that idea a reality. Almost a year
old, little Adella squirms in her lap until Carly pushes away
from the bed, giving Ric a clear view as she sets Sonny's
daughter on the floor, offering her hands so Della can grab hold
and balance as she takes shuffling, determined steps around her
mother's chair. Even when Carly holds Della up to give Uncle Ric
a kiss, his vacant expression never changes.
* * * * *
Ric knows that Carly will never stop visiting, and revels in that
certainty every time she walks through the door with that look in
her eyes.
Ric watches Carly play with the baby, and smiles.
Ric pulls the gun from under his covers, aims, and pulls the
trigger, mesmerized by the spray of red as Carly falls to the
floor.
Ric strikes out, too sudden for Carly to dodge, the back of his
hand cracking across her cheek as she cries out.
Ric holds Adella in his lap, one hand cupped tightly over her
little nose and mouth until she stops squirming.
Ric sits alone in his bare ward room, staring at nothing.
Occasionally, his hands twitch.
End.
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