Title: "Cork Tree Infirmary"
(With Hospital Patients Only, Will the Doctor Tango Now)
Genre Romance/Drama/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Non-slash
Point of View: First
Notes: Not an attempt to rip off Cobra Health Clinic. I posted this on Mibba in April, decided to bring it here. Based on America's Suitehearts and 20 Dollar Nose Bleed.


Welcome to Cork Tree Infirmary! 'The best place for girls, patients, Suitehearts, people like you'....

With a little help from Dr. Benzedrine, Donnie the Catcher, Mr. Sandman, and H. Shoe Crab, we can turn you from dead on arrival to Honorable Mention.


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"Oh Darling, it's about time you open your pretty little eyes."

I slept for eleven and a half hours last night and I'm still completely exhausted.

A few doctors say that the sleeping, emotions, aches, everything is because of the accident. The others say it was because of the medicine they put me on. Either way, my 'condition' must have been bad enough for them to send me to him. That one doctor that few tango with regardless of their health due to his unconventional methods. That one doctor that makes House look like a saint.

Dr. Benzedrine.

"Darling?"

I just remember falling asleep. I don’t remember the IV's that are currently sticking out of my arms, pumping me full of God knows what. I don’t remember.

I can't remember.

"Darling, are you alive, or shall I have you wheeled to the morgue?"

I opened my eyes and groaned at the sight of him. He was wearing his bright yellow doctor's coat, which only seemed even brighter with the sunshine pouring in through the open blinds. I quickly shut my eyes, hoping he never saw them open.

"Oh Darling, it's about time you open your pretty little eyes. Preferably for more than 3.5 seconds."

I kept my eyes shut. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to be here.

"Darling, is it too bright in here?"

I kept my mouth shut. I didn't know why he called me 'Darling', but I did know that I didn't have to answer to it since that's not my name. As if I had said something, I heard Dr. Benzedrine walk over to the window and a few seconds later, it grew dark behind my eyelids again. He'd shut the blinds.

"There Darling, is that better?"

I opened my eyes. It was better, much better actually.

"Aww, poor Darling."

"Darling is not my name," I muttered under my breath.

"As long as my name is Dr. Benzedrine, your name will always be Darling to me."

I blinked at him and glanced around the room I was in. The four bland walls around me reminded me of how utterly alone I was and how Dr. Benzedrine had been the only visitor I received. Well him, and a man who I nicknamed Mr. Sandman since every time he enters my room, I fall asleep.

"Darling, daydreaming isn't exactly as fun as living, though it may seem like the only thing that helps you pass time."

My eyes shifted to his face and, before I could study his features long enough, he turned his back to me and walked towards the window. The only thing that I noticed from that glimpse was blue or green, maybe even hazel, eyes and light brown hair that was either long on the sides, or he just had sideburns. I looked at him standing by the window and noticed that he wasn't exactly tall but he wasn't less than five feet, and that his stride had matched the arrogance of his talk.

I sighed uncomfortably.

Dr. Benzedrine whipped around, "What's the matter Darling?"

He did have sideburns but they weren't odd, they actually fit his face.

"Just," I sniffed. "How long have I been here?"

"Let's see, about three days. But you shouldn't believe me, I wouldn't. Especially if I had been sleeping for eleven hours, give or take, each day." He grinned. "Don't look so surprised, Darling. Here, we want to fix you, your self-esteem, your thoughts, and your memories, even though some of them weren't so great. Some of our…our…."

"Patients?"

"'Patients' is such a strong word. I like to call them 'Suitehearts'. Some of our Suitehearts come in dead on arrival, without a purpose, what have you, and walk out of here as…honorable mentions or trophies that prove that I really am the best psychological doctor and that I can fix everything."

He seemed so carefree and nonchalant about it all, that it almost made me sick.

I shook my head, "Trophies? Honorable mentions? What is this place? A dog show of your flamboyant narcissism and arrogance?"

His face fell.

"It would be wise if you didn't do this Darling. My temper, you'll find, can be short sometimes."

I swallowed, "Where am I?"

"Cork Tree Infirmary," His smile returned. "The best place for people like you. I can fix everything."

"You can't fix everything. My parents couldn’t that's why they dumped me in this place."

"Darling, with this type of cynical behavior, I think I'm going to have to work much harder on you, or you'll never become an honorable mention here."

"I don’t believe that you can make me an honorable mention or a red ribbon, whatever you call it," I snapped.

"Darling, as long as you believe that I can help you, I can help you."

"And if I don’t believe?"

Dr. Benzedrine's smiled a Cheshire grin, a dark look in his eyes.

"I will help you."

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My bare feet hit the soaking wet 'grass' as I ran from the front wall to the back wall in the recreation room. Dr. Benzedrine said that I was to test my endurance. I said it was just to see how long it would take for me to slip and fall. Either way, the 'grass', which was more like artificial turf, felt like it was pricking my feet each time I took a step.

"Darling," Dr. Benzedrine watched me carefully. "Just seven more minutes alright?"

Easy for him to say, he was sitting on a stool, observing my progress, every so often marking something on a clipboard his held in the crook of this arm. I didn't answer; I just slowed my pace and jogged. I was running out of breath and energy, not to mention I was also extremely hot. The outfit I was wearing didn’t help much either. All 'Suitehearts' have to wear sweatpants with pockets and a long-sleeved shirt that had a turtleneck that stops about mid-neck. Both are gray, both are 90% cotton/10% polyester, and all of them have a specific number on the left thigh of the pants. For instance, mine has a 94 in maroon numbers.

Focusing on my lap count, I took my mind off the pain radiating through my legs and the possible shin splints I was receiving from this test. I guess I was concentrating too hard because, as I pivoted to run to the other side, I slipped on the damp turf and fell.

"Are you alright Darling?" He called.

"Fine!" I came of harsher than I intended.

"Alright. Three more minutes then, Darling!"

"Alright!"

Sweat ran down my face, dampening my hair and sweatshirt while I ran. I touched the front wall when he called time.

Benzedrine jotted down something on the clipboard, "Are you hungry Darling?"

"Not exactly."

"Nonsense," he pulled my arm. "You haven't eaten since you arrived here, you must be hungry."

While I really wasn't hungry since I had just finished running, I couldn't disagree with him. I hadn't eaten. In fact, I couldn't remember the last time I had. I followed him to the refectory. There were three other girls scattered about in the cafeteria as well, one was accompanied by the man I nicknamed Mr. Sandman, one by a man all in green with shaggy hair, and the final girl by a man in red and fro-like hair.

"Sit here," Dr. Benzedrine patted a table, pulling out my chair. "I'll get your food and your medicine."

I did as I was told, taking my seat only to notice the other three girls staring at me. I wiped sweat away from my forehead and touched my wet ponytail, sighing when I realized that my hair wasn't going to be straight when it dried. I glanced down at my fingers and then back up again. The girls didn't take their eyes off of me.

"Newbie, girls," The man in the green stated. "Leave her alone."

The girls continued to stare, their eyes scanning me. It was like I had a label on my forehead that said 'Fresh Meat'. Dr. Benzedrine returned, placing the tray down in front of me with a definite slam.

"Hey!" He barked. "What are you all looking at? Didn't you hear what Donnie the Catcher said? Leave. Her. Alone."

Two of the girls turned their attention back to their food while the girl who was with 'Mr. Sandman' continued to stare at me.

"You heard him," Mr. Sandman stood up.

He went behind the staring girl and pushed her head so far forward, that I was afraid that he was going to push her into her food.

"Leave her alone."

I swore I heard her retort, "But I think I know her."

"Darling," Dr. Benzedrine touched my hand. "Please eat. Don’t let those other girls bother you."

I looked at the food in front of me and suddenly I was starving. The tray contained Jell-O, a peanut butter and honey sandwich, a ham and cheese sandwich, a green apple, a salad with bacon bits and ranch dressing, a Dr. Pepper in once of those small 12oz bottles, a Diet Coke that was in the same size bottle, an oatmeal raisin cookie, and a bowl of ice cream with sprinkles.

Dr. Benzedrine smirked, "Hungry Darling?"

My only answer was the immediate grabbing and chewing of the ham and cheese sandwich. Once I was finished with that, I took random bites of everything, alternating until my stomach began to churn. I realized then that maybe I shouldn't have eaten so fast, especially with my body being overheated.

"Darling?"

I placed the Diet Coke to my lips, taking a small sip before spewing everything I had just downed all over the table.

"Oh Darling!"

I felt the stares of the girls again and the footsteps of the other three men in the room, as I fell to the floor and continued to vomit.

"Is she alright Benzedrine?" The man in red asked.

"She didn't take her medicine," Donnie shook his head.

Dr. Benzedrine sat on the floor and grabbed my upper arms, sitting me between his legs with my back to his front. I panted and held my stomach, heaving every so often. A bitter taste filled my mouth as yellow bile dripped off my lips.

"Shh," he whispered. "There's nothing left. Take your medicine Darling, you'll feel better."

"No," I breathed.

I heaved again and nothing else would come out. Taking his chance, Dr. Benzedrine took a pill, put it in my mouth, and placed his hand over my mouth, before tilting my head back.

"Swallow!"

His voice was dark and I didn't dare challenge him. I swallowed.

"Good girl."

I felt Benzedrine's arms around me each time I attempted to heave, hearing him tell me 'no' or to 'stop it'. It felt like hours but it was probably only minutes or even seconds when my body stopped and I began to feel tired. My eyes closed and the last thing I remember hearing was that girl who stared at me and said:

"If we don't take the medication, we won't sleep for days."

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I have the urge to say darling now lol

"Quite a live wire you brought in Benzedrine."

A man with dark eyes, short dark hair, and a painted on mouth, known only as Mr. Sandman, glared at Dr. Benzedrine. After her little incident in the cafeteria, Dr. Benzedrine placed 'Darling' back in her bed where she was currently sleeping it off. It was then that Sandman decided it was best to have a little chat with the infamous doctor.

"Look, I didn't bring her to Cork Tree," Dr. Benzedrine corrected. "Darling was brought here by her guardians, just like the rest of the girls here. Besides, if you're talking about her throwing up, it’s a simple mishap. She had just finished her first test and she hadn't eaten in days."

"Whose fault is that?" Mr. Sandman spat.

"She slept on and off for days, so this is the first day where she was awake long enough for me to give her the test! Give Darling a chance. She-"

Mr. Sandman rolled his eyes, "Ugh! Why do you call her Darling? Do you even know her real name?"

"Well," Dr. Benzedrine looked up thoughtfully. "Now that you think about, I don’t."

"You didn't even bother to read her file, did you?"

"A simple file doesn't matter in her case."

"Are you serious? Bez, you're singing just off the key of reason!"

"I think I'm pretty close to reason actually."

Mr. Sandman continued to press the issue, "With all the girls who are admitted and sent to me, I look at their file first. Donnie does it, same with Crab. That way, we can give them the right kind of treatment."

"I know her type," Benzedrine argued. "I've seen in the past girls."

"In all the girls who have been admitted to Cork Tree and sent to you, how many have had her characteristics?"

The doctor grew quiet, biting his lip in thought.

"You can't think of one, because there haven't been."

"Actually there has been one."

"Who? Did you just make her up?"

"Sarah Ysper and no, I didn't just make her up. She was mine about three years ago. She fought at first and then she got better. All it took was a little-"

"You don't know without looking at her file what her best treatment interests are. Did it ever occur to you that maybe she might be better off with Donnie, Crab, or myself?"

Dr. Benzedrine was as stubborn as ever and Mr. Sandman wasn't about to see another patient become a 'lost cause'.

"I don’t need to look at her file," Dr. Benzedrine stood up. "Darling will be just fine with me. I know it. I feel it."

"I don’t care what you feel. If you don’t read her file, I will and after that I'll have her assigned to the right person so she can have the right treatment." Mr. Sandman stopped. "Unless, your plan is to keep her here because you don’t want her to be treated."

"I never said that I didn't want her to be treated," Benzedrine walked towards the door, "I'll talk to you later okay? I need to check up on Darling."

"Benzedrine, why don’t you want her to be treated?"

He continued to walk away without looking back for even a fraction of a second.

"Get your ass back here and tell me what you want with her!"

Benzedrine knew he was only one that could help her and he didn't care what her file said, Sandman wasn't going to stop him. He was going to help Darling.

Even if it meant her becoming a 'lost cause'.

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When I woke up, my head was spinning, my mouth tasted like vomit, and I wasn't quite sure, but I think I was back in my bed. Blinking, I looked around and noticed the bland walls around me. I had to have been back in my bed, but how?

"When did I get here?" I groaned. "How did I get here?"

Dr. Benzedrine patted my arm, "You'll never remember, Darling, your head is far too blurry."

"My head is just fine," I lied.

He was right; I was having trouble remembering what happened before I blacked out. I remember running, puking, and a strange girl from the cafeteria, but not much else.

"If you say so," Benzedrine wrote something down on his clipboard. "Now, I have another test for you."

I opened my mouth to retort, when he grabbed my arm and placed me in a wheelchair.

"Come with me."

Dr. Benzedrine wheeled me through the fluorescent-lit halls of Cork Tree and pointed out things along the way, but I wasn't paying any attention. My mind, along with being blurry, wouldn’t stop spinning. I couldn't figure out what was going on, I mean, I knew he was taking me to a test, but what kind of test? What kind of place was I in, besides one for girls like Suitehearts, honorable mentions, and me? And why did I have to be here if nothing was wrong with me?

I groaned and placed my head in my hands, "Where the hell are you taking me?"

"To a test Darling," He reminded. "At Cork Tree, we try to get to know what type of girls we have and what's wrong with them, that way, we can accurately fix them."

"What if I don’t need fixing?"

"Nonsense, every girl who comes here needs something fixed."

"I don’t need fixing," I shook my head. "I'm fine."

"Obviously you do, otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"Obviously I don't if I can easily talk back to you and tell you what an inconsiderate jackass you're being for forcing me to go through these tests when nothing is wrong with me. Obviously I don’t, if I can tell you what a prick you are for not listening to me when I tell you that nothing is wrong with me!"

Dr. Benzedrine stopped my wheelchair and brought his face close to mine, "Look, Darling, it's not like I don't respect your opinion, but you're just so quick with your lips that your words do nothing but rip me apart. And that, is most likely one of the reasons why your dear mummy and daddy admitted you to Cork Tree."

I resisted the urge to punch him as he stood up and opened a door to a testing lab.

"Okay Darling," His sunny demeanor returned. " We're here for your next test."

The door shut behind us and Dr. Benzedrine took my hand, helping me stand up before collapsing the wheelchair and placing it to the side. The lab was definitely brighter than my room, but darker than the halls. It had all the features of a normal doctors exam room, an exam cot, a sink, a counter, a rolling stool, with the exception of blue laminate floors and a metal bathtub full of fresh ice water.

"What's the tub for?" I questioned.

"Your next test," Dr. Benzedrine grinned. "Darling, I need for you to take off your clothes and sit in the bathtub for me."

I stared at him critically, "Excuse me?"

"Darling, either you undress yourself, or I undress you. Either way, I will see you naked at one point or another during this particular test."

I motioned for him to turn around, which he did, as quickly undressed myself. Once I was done, Dr. Benzedrine told me to enter the tub of ice water. Doing what I was told, I sat down in the water and immediately felt goose bumps rise up my arms. Sitting down on the rolling stool, Benzedrine rolled over to me with his clipboard.

"Darling, I need for you to stay in there as long as you can. When you can't bear it any longer, tell me. And I'll exam you on the exam table."

I nodded, I felt so exposed. My body went rigid from the cold; chill bumps covering every inch of my skin. I shivered as my breasts felt the air around me for a fraction of a second, my nipples hardening when I adjusted my position in the water. I quickly sunk down under the water and placed my hands under my armpits, my arms covering them.

"Darling are you cold?" Dr. Benzedrine noticed.

"Shut up," I shivered.

"If you can't take it, get out of the water Darling."

"I'd rather get frostbite or hypothermia than for you to examine me naked."

"Suit yourself."

I sat in the freezing water, feeling my body go numb. My toenails were turning a light bluish purple and I could only guess that my fingernails were doing the same. I groaned and shivered.

"Darling," Dr. Benzedrine announced. "It's been almost ten minutes. Do you want to get out?"

I shook my head. I could barely feel my lower half but I didn't want him to examine me naked. Before I could react, I felt someone's hands on my upper arms, pulling me up towards the ceiling.

"Darling, I don’t care if you're not ready, you've been in there long enough if your lips are beginning to turn blue."

"Let me down!"

Benzedrine said nothing as helped me out of the tub and onto the exam cot. I felt my body shake was pressed my upper body down.

"Lie down."

I did as I was told, "I'm so cold…"

Dr. Benzedrine smirked, patting the side of my face gently with his right hand, his left hand on my side.

"Don’t worry Darling, I have a way to get you warm."

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"What are we listening to?" I questioned.

After Dr. Benzedrine had removed me from the ice water, he told me he had a way to get me warm. That way was to put me back in clothes and have me sit in one of the Therapeutic rooms with him. This particular Therapeutic room was probably about 70 degrees maximum, making me not exactly warm, but not exactly cold either. The room had a therapy cot, a desk, a stereo, which was behind the desk on a shelf next to a sound system, wooden walls, and a carpeted floor. Dr. Benzedrine sat behind the desk and operated the sound system while I sat on the therapy cot and listened to the music.

"A mixtape Darling!"

"Why?" I sneezed.

Dr. Benzedrine took out his clipboard, "Because, this particular mixtape is known to jog the memories of many of our Suitehearts. Sometimes they can identify a band, a member of a band, a particular song, it just depends. It's your turn to listen Darling. So shut your mouth, close your eyes, and open your ears."

I did as I was told as I lied on the cot, listening to the music for anything memorable.

Your mouth it moves but fails to speak, and when you use your lips they better be on me, GET FAMILIAR!

Countless lyrics and lines flew by as pieces of songs played in the mixtape. I may have nodded off a few times, I probably daydreamed, I'm not sure. Either way, when the music stopped, Dr. Benzedrine's voice snapped me out of it.

"Any songs stick out at you?"

"The one that said something about falling from the heavens and chopping off the branches," I looked at the ceiling. "Then another was the one about kissing a boy to start shit."

"Any others?" Dr. Benzedrine grinned.

"Well, the one about automatic eyes and hands in the cookie jar."

"Yes, Automatic Eyes by The Academy Is… and Cookie Jar by Gym Class Heroes."

I blinked, "Say that first one again."

"The Academy Is…. What's wrong Darling? Do you recognize that band?"

"I don't know from where, but yes. That jogs a memory."

Dr. Benzedrine scribbled something on his clipboard, "Alright, any other songs that you would like to talk about?"

I shook my head.

"What about this one?"

You can bow and pretend that you don't, don't know you're a legend-

Dr. Benzedrine stopped the song and looked at me expectantly.

"I heard that on the tape," I yawned. "It sounded like a pretty odd song. It was talking about Suitehearts, like what you said the patients here are."

"Alright," he placed a new CD in. "What about this song?"

Why, oh, why, you wear sunglasses in the home when the sun went down about an hour ago? Life should not be that way-

I sat up immediately. I had heard that song before and I was pretty sure I knew who sung that song.

"Recognize it?" Benzedrine's eyes gleamed.

"Yes," I nodded. "Keep playing it."

Always up or down, never down and out. Dream of demons while you sleep, that make you stutter when you speak-

"It's me," I whispered.

"What's you, Darling?"

"The song," I stood up. "He said, when he wrote it, it was me…about me. He said it wasn't-"

"Wasn't what?" Dr. Benzedrine looked intrigued.

I wrapped my arms over my stomach and looked away from him, "Fair."

"What wasn't fair Darling? This?"

Speak now or forever hold your piece in pieces…

"Stop it!" I said a bit too loudly.

Dr. Benzedrine quickly turned it off and looked at me, "Are you alright?"

I shook my head. The mixtape and the song made me remember. It made me remember everything I was trying to forget. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"You can tell me."

"No, I can't," I headed for the door. "It's not important!"

"Darling! Get back here!"

I ran out of the room and down the hall. I had to get back to my room, to the cafeteria, anywhere where Dr. Benzedrine wasn't. He couldn't know about me. I heard the lyrics in my head and everything was beginning to flood back to me.

….

It had been about two hours since Dr. Benzedrine let 'Darling' run away from him. For one, he didn't feel like chasing her and then, if he did, she probably wouldn't let him in. Either way, it wouldn't be worth it. He knew that she had run off to her room and now, since he'd given her time to compose herself, he decided to check on her. Maybe, if he were lucky, he would get a few answers.

"Darling?"

Her door was shut. None of the Suitehearts doors at Cork Tree Infirmary were supposed to be shut at anytime, for any reason. It was one of the main rules that they had put in place to prevent accidents or anything that was deemed undesirable while the Suitehearts were trying to get better.

"Darling, open this door immediately!"

Dr. Benzedrine waited for a response before grabbing a ring of keys out of his pocket and unlocking the door.

"Darling, what do you think you are-"

He stopped. She was lying in her bed, tossing and turning in a not so peaceful sleep. Benzedrine sighed and walked to the medicine counter in her room, pulling a peripheral IV line out of the drawer.

"Darling, Darling, Darling, what am I going to do with you?" He inserted the IV into the back of her left hand. "You run out on me during your therapy session, you don't want to talk to me. How am I supposed to prevent you from becoming a lost cause?"

He watched as 'Darling' shifted her position once again, facing him as she lay on her side, her legs bent slightly. 'Darling' looked up at him with wide, glossy, eyes and for the first time Benzedrine saw the look in her eyes. The look that some Suitehearts had in their eyes when they were desperate, the look that said 'Help me'.

"Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Benzedrine?"

The medication was already taking affect.

"Shh," Dr. Benzedrine looked down at her. "Go to sleep."

He watched her close her soft amber eyes as she fell asleep and smiled. Her hair fell around her face and shoulders in curls. Benzedrine pushed her auburn hair away, examining her freckled face and chewed lips. He scanned her body, noticing her slight stomach, her thin calves, her medium thighs, her average breasts, before touching her arm. She felt warm.

He removed his hand quickly, and shook his head. He wasn't going to get involved with a Suiteheart, he couldn't. They were considered forbidden to the staff of Cork Tree. Besides, he was only there to help her and then after that he was done with her. Right?

Right.

'Darling' was tempting. He could never fall for forbidden fruit.

Well, maybe not never…