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Clarke Griffin, having recently been placed in charge of the wing in this mental hospital, knew that she was most likely biting off more than she could chew with this new development.
But that essentially was what she had signed up for, when she had taken this job, right?
She watched as the many new patients at this hospital, were moved to their rooms.
Clarke in no way, missed how her new charges looked her way. How the several men and women alike, viewed her, all with smirks on their faces as they were pushed down the hallway.
Clarke self-consciously, pulled her white lab coat more tightly around herself.
She didn’t want to make the new patients feel like they were threats in any way, but she couldn’t help the impulse.
Clarke watched as the new patients were put away in their respective rooms.
She knew every last one of their names, but she read the names across the doors of their rooms.
Bruce Banner.
Frank Castle.
Carol Danvers.
Natasha Romanov.
Yelena Belova.
Melina Vostokoff.
Tony Stark.
Pepper Potts.
Jessica Jones.
Danny Rand.
Luke Cage.
Elektra Natchios.
Wanda Maximoff.
Pietro Maximoff.
And so many more.
Clarke tried to ignore the unsettled feeling she got, the moment these people were brought in.
But couldn’t.
Throughout all her years here at the mental hospital, Clarke had never seen the types of patients that she had seen just now.
When they had all been brought in and registered, it was a shock. Because these patients were the most intelligent people she had ever seen in this place, and that included both patients and hospital staff, alike.
As the staff members walked away, after storing all the patients into their respective rooms, Clarke slowly and cautiously wandered her way over to the hallway and walked between the many rooms, looking through each barred window at the top of each door, looking through the bars at each patient in each room.
Even after they had been put away in their own rooms, each patient seemed to watch Clarke.
Almost hungrily so.
Clarke ignored the troubled feeling she experienced at that thought and moved faster, glancing at Natasha’s cell, where the redhead looked through at her, smirking, then at Frank’s cell, were the roughneck leaned against the door, watching her with something close to fascination in his eyes.
She then looked to Pepper’s cell. Pepper, who was seated on her cot, just smiled, but Clarke saw the cruelty in that smile.
Clarke kept walking.
She hoped that Dr. Kane had the medication for these people ready, soon.
She knew that her mother would pressure her into looking after these patients, no matter what.
Because that was who Abby Griffin was. She only cared about Clarke, when Clarke obeyed her.
And Clarke had accepted that, ages ago.
Besides, she wanted to help these people.
Waiting in their cells, each patient who were now assigned to one Dr. Clarke Griffin, planned.
Every last one of them had been planning this a while. Several of them, like Wanda, Pietro, Natasha, Yelena, Jessica, Elektra, Sam, Steve and several others, had been put in here when they were young, after they had defended themselves against a bunch of kidnappers that had killed their parents, and they had savagely done it.
The older patients like Hela, Frank, Bruce, Clint, Laura, Melina and the others, had helped the younger people do it, when they had come to the younger peoples’ aid. But the brutality of the killings, even if it was in self-defense, had been considered so violent, that they were all instantly committed.
They got out, considered “better,” but one day, they discovered a group of young women who were kidnapped and almost gangraped by a pack of hooligans, and they had reacted, slicing those hooligans apart into pieces. They had then released the young women, who ran for help, screaming.
Again, even though the group of current mental patients had done the right thing, they had been deemed by society, not to fit to live in it. Which honestly, was more than the slap on the wrist those thugs that they had killed; Bellamy Blake, John Murphy, Jasper Jordan, John Mbege and Nathan Miller, would have gotten.
It was a good thing that those five pieces of garbage, were dead. Yet, how were the people protecting those young women treated?
So, the group of mental patients planned. They were going to take over the mental hospital and do what they wanted.
They of course, didn’t believe that it would last, but they’d take over the mental hospital, take the drugs they wanted and hit the road and do as they pleased.
Because that was all this society deserved from them.
As for that far too tender young woman who was now their doctor? Dr. Clarke Griffin?
She was too good for this place.
Natasha, the two married couples locked up here; Clint and Laura Barton and Simone and Barney Barton, the twins Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, Frank, Melina, Elektra, Carol, Sam, Steve, Tony, Pepper, Hela, Jessica, Yelena, Danny, Luke, Bruce, and the rest, they all made the same decision, as soon as they had seen Clarke Griffin.
They hadn’t even needed to listen in on how Dr. Abby Griffin, who also worked here, treated Clarke, to know that she deserved better and would do better, away from this place. They made a mental note to kill Abby Griffin, before getting out of here.
And they made the same decision about Clarke, as soon as they saw her. That after they broke out of here and took over the entire mental hospital, and got ready to tear across the country, doing as they wanted, taking what they wanted, they were going to take Clarke Griffin with them. Kidnap her and bring her with them. She was too good for this place. They’d look after her better.
She might be distrustful of them now. And they didn’t doubt that them killing Abby, probably wouldn’t help things. Not to mention, the amount of blood that they were going to cover this mental hospital's walls and floor and ceiling, probably also wouldn't help. But someday in the future, she’d see that she was better off with them, than some restrictive, sterile place like this unsavory mental hospital in all its hypocrisy.