Part 11

His eyes fluttered open then closed again. David sat quietly next to him reading his paper, patiently waiting. JC’s eyes opened again, squinting against the glare of the stark white walls. His throat was parched, his mouth dry. He tried to sit up but couldn’t. He’d been restrained. Thick white straps encircled his wrists fastened with big silver buckles; his ankles had been spread and fastened in a similar fashion. A tight strap had been buckled over his chest, and another held him similarly across his hips. He whimpered in fear. Being at the mercy of his husband terrified him. David folded his paper.

“Good morning Jason.”

“Please let me go.” JC words were more of a whimpered plea as he tested the strength of his bonds.

“Sweetheart, you know I can’t do that. You are sick. What kind of a husband would I be if I didn’t do everything in my power to make you well again?”

“Not sick. David please.” the plea almost ripped the older mans heart out, almost. “Not sick.”

David flicked a stray curl from JC’s eye. “I’m doing this because I love you honey, remember that.” he got up from his seat and kissed JC’s forehead, “You’ll be much better after your treatment. Then I can take you home and all this silliness will be forgotten.”

“I don’t need treatment David, I don’t. I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll do anything you say, please …. Please, I want to go home. I wanna go home with you.”

David ran his hand tenderly down the side of JC’s exquisite face. “You are so beautiful Jason, I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you. Do you remember? You were nineteen years old and you were half naked playing with a hose in your backyard with your kid brother. Your shorts were soaked straight through. You were truly the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I knew then that you would be mine, always and forever.” He paused as he visualised the young carefree boy. “Getting you away from your parents was so hard,” he continued “They said I was too old for you, too controlling. But I always knew I’d be the best thing for you, you were so wild so out of control, you needed a firm hand. Like now. You need someone that knows best. Take your treatment Jason, I’ll collect you in a few days.”

“You’re leaving me! David don’t leave me.” JC began to weep unashamedly as he pulled hard at the restrictive straps. “I’m scared, I don’t want treatment.”

“Hush now sweetie pie, daddy knows best. I love you Jason.” He kissed the frightened struggling man softly on his lips, “don’t fight it honey.”

The room door opened and a man dressed in a white coat wheeled in a trolley. JC began to scream as he attached an electrode just above his temple then another to the centre of his forehead.

“DAVID, Help me.” He threw all the strength he possessed against the straps, as he howled in fear and frustration.

“Calm down Jason. I’m just going to give you a small injection, its just a short-acting barbiturate, you’ll sleep through the whole thing. There you go all done.” the doctor tried to calm the frantic young man.

As soon as JC slipped into unconsciousness, the doctor administered another drug.

“What’s that for?” David asked.

“its succinycholine it will temporarily paralyse his muscles so they don’t contract and cause fractures during the treatment.” He attached more electrodes to JC’s chest.

“What are you doing now? you are meant to treat his brain.”

“Look do you want me to do this or not? I have to monitor the length of the seizure its called an EEG and I have to use an EKG to monitor his heart. He slipped an oxygen mask over the unconscious mans face.

“All set,” He said. “Stand back from him.” He flicked the switch that sent the electric current surging through his brain, it was less than a second but the desired effect was achieved as JC was sent into a seizure,

“You know this treatment is really for depression don’t you?” The doctor said as he studied the EEG and EKG readouts.

The seizure stopped after a minute or so. And the doctor removed the electrodes, “I’ll leave the monitors for a while in case he has any bad side effects.”

“Is that likely?” David was suddenly concerned.

“No but it’s better safe than sorry. He’ll sleep for about fifteen minutes. He’ll suffer headaches and mild confusion when he wakes up. I’ve scheduled another treatment for the same time tomorrow.”

“How many in total are you planning?”

“You’re paying Scott, but I suggest 12 in all.”

“And they won’t do any real damage?”

The doctor coughed back a laugh. “He’s having an electric current channelled through his brain, of course it’s going to effect him, but then again so long as he is docile at the end of it what do you care!”

“Is it going to leave him simple?” David demanded.

“It shouldn’t, as I said it’s a very reliable treatment for depression in some cases. He could experience memory loss short or long term but then again that works for you too doesn’t it?”

David grabbed the doctor by the lapels of his jacket. “You are getting very well paid for this.” He hissed.

“Yeah well maybe I am, but I don’t like fucking with the kids head. He’s not Jason, Jason is dead.”

“You are fucking lying, I know its Jason, he just doesn’t remember but I’ll change that and you will help me, you are in way too deep to back out now. I let my baby get away from me once, I’ll not loose him again.