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Over the Hills and Far Away	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2103 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Six months later
A loud clap of thunder woke Dennis from a fitful night’s sleep. Rolling over, he gazed at the red luminous numbers on his digital clock and moaned loudly. It was 4am, too early to get up and he doubted he would be able to fall back asleep. As was the case whenever he could not sleep, his thoughts turned to Tom. It had been six months since the fateful day that Hanson had been dragged kicking and screaming from the apartment. In the ensuing weeks, there had been several court hearings to determine whether Tom’s commitment order would stand. Hanson had sat passively, a bewildered expression on his beautiful face as he gazed around the courtroom. When his eyes found Dennis, he had jumped to his feet and cried hysterically, begging Booker to take him home, until eventually he was ushered from the room. The guilt Dennis felt was unbearable and he had sobbed uncontrollably as the judge signed the order for a further two months. When the second hearing took place, Tom was noticeably absent. Booker sat tensely waiting to hear the psychiatrist’s report. He had clenched his fists when he heard that that although Tom now spoke fluent English, he was prone to violent, self-destructive outbursts, which had resulted in the need for sedation and several sessions of electroconvulsive therapy. Bile had risen in Booker’s throat and he had staggered from the courtroom, barely making it to the men’s room before he vomited up his lunch. He had leaned against the hand basin for support, as the room swam in front of him and Tom’s voice echoed in his mind. DEN-NIS! DEN-NIS! No me abandones! No me abandones!
When he had finally found the strength to return to the court, the hearing was over and the judge had signed the commitment order for a further three months.
Realizing that sleep was elusive, Booker groaned and clambered from his warm bed. Walking into the bathroom, he relieved his bladder and turned on the shower. Stepping into the cubicle, he ducked his head and allowed the warm water to relax him. He missed Tom every day but now that Hanson was a ward of the state, he could not intervene in his treatment. Almost every day, Dennis regretted his decision to send Tom away. His guilt was insurmountable and he felt like he had abandoned Tom. But on the rare, good days, commonsense prevailed and he knew he had made the right decision in getting Hanson help with his disorder.
Turning off the faucets, Dennis stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off. Dressing in a black t-shirt, jeans and boots, he grabbed his leather jacket off the back of the chair and exited his apartment. Although only 5am he drove to his office, intent on putting all thoughts of Tom out of his mind, at least for the next few hours.
**
Rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension, Booker decided to call it a night. He had been on a stakeout for eight hours and he was tired and disillusioned. He had been commissioned by an insurance company to watch a man who claimed he had hurt his back in a motor vehicle accident, but so far, all Booker had witnessed was the man attending medical appointments. Starting the engine of his black Cadillac, he pulled out from the curb and drove the short distance to his office. Sitting down at his desk, he rolled a sheet of paper into the typewriter as he absently hit the play button on the answering machine. Just as he began to type up his report, a male voice spoke from the recording. “Mr. Booker, this is Doctor Damon Williams from the Glenfield Psychiatric Facility. Please call me on 555-8692 during office hours so we can discuss Thomas Hanson’s future.”
Dennis sat open-mouthed, staring at the typewriter. He replayed the message for a second and third time before scribbling down the doctor’s name and number with a shaky hand. It was the first time since Tom’s incarceration that he had heard from the psychiatric hospital. For several minutes, he stared at the piece of paper before finally picking up the phone and dialing the number.
The phone rang eight times before a harsh male voice answered. “Williams!”
Dennis cleared his throat nervously. “Erm, Doctor Williams, this is Dennis Booker. You left a message asking me to—“
“Yes, yes,” Williams interrupted rudely. “I’d like to arrange a time for you to come in so we can discuss Thomas’ future.”
“F-future?” Dennis stuttered, tears filling his eyes. “Do you mean he’s being released?”
“All in good time Mr. Booker, all in good time. Now, when can we schedule a meeting?” the doctor replied, his tone impatient.
Booker did not even bother to consult his diary. He took the first appointment that Doctor Williams had available, which was the following Tuesday. Hanging up the phone, he stretched back in his chair and smiled broadly. He was finally one-step closer to bringing Tom home.
**
Driving through the secure gates of the Glenfield Psychiatric Facility, Booker parked his car and walked the short distance to the administration building. After showing his identification, he received a visitor’s pass and the friendly receptionist told him to take a seat and someone would escort him to Doctor Williams’ office. Sitting down, Booker jiggled his legs nervously. He had no idea what to expect from the visit and if he would even be able to see Tom. He was on an emotional roller coaster, alternating between feelings of excitement and apprehension. Because he was not family, the court had not allowed him any contact with Tom, even though he had tried on numerous occasions to obtain information regarding his wellbeing. The day after the officers took Hanson, Dennis had placed the dreaded phone call to Penhall. He was desperate to have someone to talk to but after explaining the nightmare Tom had lived for two years and his consequent mental breakdown, Doug had become monosyllabic, refusing to discuss Hanson’s illness further. In a rage, Booker had slammed down the phone and he had not heard from Penhall again. It pained Dennis to think that Tom’s best friend had deserted him during the most difficult time of his life but he was willing to give Doug the benefit of the doubt and he hoped that once they released Tom from Glenfield, he and Penhall could begin to repair their friendship.
So lost in his thoughts, Booker did not hear his name called. He jumped in surprise when a large, meaty hand touched his shoulder. Looking up, he saw a tall, well-built man smiling down at him. “Sorry to startle you sir, but Doctor Williams will see you now.”
Returning a nervous smile, Dennis wiped his palms on his jeans before standing up and following the man through a door that automatically locked behind them. Walking down the brightly lit corridor, Booker felt sweat beading on his forehead. The man eventually stopped outside a closed door half way down the hallway. Knocking twice, he opened the door and stood back so Dennis could enter. The door closed behind Booker and he stood facing a small, barrel shaped man sitting behind a large desk. Looking up from his paperwork, Doctor Williams motioned for Dennis to sit down. Booker was grateful for the invitation as his legs felt weak and wobbly. Sitting down, he waited patiently for the doctor to speak. It took several minutes before Damon Williams lifted his head and made eye contact. Speaking brusquely, he did not bother with pleasantries. “Thomas’ Commitment Order is due to expire in ten days time. It is my opinion that further treatment at Glenfield would not be beneficial and therefore I am going to recommend to the court that he be released.”
Booker’s nails dug painfully into the palms of his hands and he clenched his fists into tight balls. “Um, what exactly does that mean?” he asked in a shaky voice. “Has the treatment worked or is he—“
“The treatment has been most beneficial, up to a point,” the doctor interjected. “His language skills have returned and his satyriasis is controlled through antidepressants. Unfortunately, since he has regained his cognitive thoughts, Thomas has acquired a tendency for violent outbursts. This is a common syndrome when a person’s memories are no longer repressed and they become fully aware of the horrors they have endured. The antidepressants help to keep him calm but he is still prone to fits of anger. However, I do not deem him a danger to himself or to others and therefore, there is no reason to keep him at Glenfield.”
A jumble of thoughts ran through Dennis’ mind and he took several deep breaths to calm himself. “So what happens now?”
The doctor gave Booker a hard stare. “As Thomas has no family, I would recommend that he go into a supervised group home, at least until he has assimilated back into society. Of course, if someone was willing to offer him a place to live, I believe that would be a far better—“
“I’ll do it,” Dennis replied quietly.
Williams gave a tight smile. “It won’t be easy Mr. Booker. Thomas is not the same man he was before his ordeal, nor is he the same man you knew six months ago. Are you prepared to give him the support he needs even if it means putting your own life on hold?”
It was Dennis’ turn to smile. “I made a promise to Tom that I would always protect him. Now is my chance to keep that promise.”
Booker’s words had no emotional affect on the doctor. “Very good. The hearing is scheduled for the seventh of April at 11am.”
Clearing his throat, Dennis rubbed his lip nervously. “Can I see him?” he asked softly.
Doctor Williams raised his eyebrow in surprise. “I see no harm,” he eventually replied. “I suppose it would be best for you and Thomas to become reacquainted with each other before his release.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Booker responded with a grin, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice. It had been a long, emotional six months but he was now only moments from being reunited with his beloved Tom.
**
An orderly took Dennis into an empty recreation room and told him to wait. He paced slowly around the room, nervously chewing on his lower lip. He had fantasized about this moment for six months and now that it was finally happening, he had no idea what he should say to Tom. A tight knot of apprehension twisted in his stomach and he suddenly felt like vomiting. Closing his eyes, he silently counted to ten whilst taking deep, calming breaths. A sense of peace washed over him and opening his eyes, he walked over to the large, barred window and stared out at the grounds below. Memories of Tom standing by the window in El Salvador flooded his mind and his vision blurred as tears filled his eyes. He quickly brushed them away and focused on the gardens below. The beautifully manicured lawns seemed out of place against the dark shadow of the imposing gray building that housed so many sad, lost souls. A lone gardener dressed in overalls, pushed a wheelbarrow of plants down a winding path towards a newly dug garden bed. Booker wondered if the man tended the garden alone and he marveled at the level of work involved in keeping it so immaculate.
The sound of footsteps pulled Dennis from his thoughts and he slowly turned around just as Tom entered the room accompanied by Doctor Williams. Booker’s eyes instantly filled with tears but Tom’s expression remained impassive. Dennis took in Hanson’s appearance. His hair was longer, his trademark bangs almost obscuring his large brown eyes. He was pleased to see that Tom had gained some weight, but he was still thinner than Booker remembered him when they worked together in the Jump Street program. His initial reaction was that Hanson looked tired, the black smudges under Tom’s eyes giving evidence to many nights of interrupted sleep.
Stepping forward, Booker closed the gap between them. “God Tom,” he murmured, his voice wavering with emotion. “It’s so good to see you.”
Hanson remained silent until Doctor Williams excused himself and left the room. Giving Dennis the once over, Tom spoke in a cold, hard voice. “So, the hero returns.”
Taken aback by Tom’s words, Booker felt his nervousness return. “H-how’ve you b-been?” he stuttered, feeling foolish at his lack of control.
A cruel smile slowly played across Tom’s lips. “Come on Dennis, man up. You weren’t the one held in a jungle and raped for two years. At least pretend to have some balls.”
Booker stared back in shock, hurt by the spitefulness of Tom’s words. Unfazed by Dennis’ wounded expression, Tom walked over to the window and stared silently at the gardener who was now planting the seedlings into the freshly hoed garden bed. As the minutes passed, Booker decided to try again to reach out to Tom. “Doctor Williams says you will be released in ten days. I’ve told him that I’m happy for you to live with me until you get back on your feet.”
Hanson turned slowly around and stared at Dennis with unconcealed contempt. “I bet you were just dying to play the role of the knight in shining armor, weren’t you Dennis. You must have been dreaming of the day you could ride in on your white horse and rescue poor little Tommy. How does it feel, huh? Is your chest swelling with pride? Can you hear trumpets sounding in the distance, heralding your gallant actions?” When Dennis did not reply, Tom gave him a derisive look. “I guess you were expecting a hero’s welcome. Sorry to disappoint you but the way I see it, you ruined my life. Thanks for nothing.”
Before Dennis could speak, Tom turned away and exited the room, slamming the door closed behind him.
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