Powerless

“Let me go!” He shouted as loudly as he found himself capable – before his voice broke, having betrayed him before his sentences’ finish. “If it left me, I want to leave” He continued in an attempt to elaborate. His pulling of his arm against his restraints had become a struggle without pause as he climbed to his knees, and fought to tear himself free. His breathing was labored as his panic settled within his core, and his eyes widened all the more; pleading. All else but the rattling of the enchanted cuff, his own panted breaths, and his shouts had fallen silent to his ears.

He turned his eyes on Collins, extending his reach for the man, as though he believed there to be a chance that he may listen to, what Nemo had deemed, ‘reason’. “Aladdin, come on. Listen to me: you have known me for years now.” He softened his voice for his next statement: the ploy of a liar, “Let me go, OK? We’ll get out of this shit-hole, have ourselves a duel, turn a few civilians blue…” But his façade had been worn and cracked in several areas, and his expression became one of anger as he gave another vigorous wrench of his arm.

Jake shook his head sadly as Nemo asked him to let him go. "I can't." he stated. "First of all that isn't my decision to make. Only she can let you go if she wants to. And second, I don't think you should be let go right now." he felt himself wince at his own words. "I'm sorry, but you need help right now and they can give it to you here." he sighed. "I don't want you to do the same thing as you tried to do before, again." he lowered his gaze to the floor for a while.

He knew that it would be useless to tell him this. No matter what happened to him, what he was given, how much help he was given, Jake knew that he would try to do the same again. Because he knew this would happen, Jake wasn't going to help him get out of St. Mungo's until the healers decided it was okay for him to leave. Even if that meant Nemo would be angry with him for not helping him get out. "You just have to calm down!" he half shouted. "It won't be bad in here if you let them help you. Just calm down." he added.

Several options went through her head. A calming spell? A sedative deep enough to stop even a raging alcoholic in his tracks? Hm...Something akin to a muggle elephant gun, then, perhaps, she mused. A forced detox. She had been lenient before with him. Induldged his penchant for hardcore alcohol and texas hold 'em. Sat with him for longer than usual to try to unwind him enough that he hadn't had to be there any longer than necessary. It hadn't been sacrifice. She had, in part, enjoyed it, And that was, for her, feeding her frustration with him now.

"I made the mistake of letting you go too soon last time," she said softly to Mort. "I shall not make that same error again. But truth be told, this 'shit-hole' is all you have until further notice." Remus, indeed, she resisted the need to scowl at him, even as frantic as he was. Remus was seriously off limits to Omara. "I did things your way the last time. This time, I think we shall do things according to Hoyle. I trust you do know the muggle phrase, do you not?"

She looked at Omara's visitor. "You are welcome to stay, of course, but you may find that shorter visits are easier for both of you. Do as you like, though. If you need something for yourself, we always accomodate visitors as best we can. Please just let the staff know and they'll do their best to fulfill your needs."

"Other than your displeasure with the restraints, is there something I would consider reasonable that you need right now?" she asked Mort. She did not expect a reasonable answer, but that didnt stop her from trying to provide him with what he needed, as much as she was going to be willing, this time, to cave to.

There was no reasoning with those of questionable sanity... and those with their sanity intact were of even more difficulty to persuade, Nemo noted as his limited supply of probable escape routes rapidly diminished with every word that left the mouths of both Khaat and his so-called 'companion'. "You're fired from your position as my partner in crime, by the way. Traitor...". If he had any intention of dying that afternoon, it was required of Nemo that he act quickly, before every door had been closed to him, and every locked had been secured.

Slowly, Nemo introduced a new argument, so not to arouse Khaat's suspicion, "Do I get visitation rights with the toilet, at least?" He bitterly inquired, and gave another demanding jerk of his wrist against the bed rail.

Jake nodded slowly at Khaat as she spoke, but didn't really say anything to her, besides, "I'll just stay for now." and he sighed, looking back at the man who was cuffed to the hospital bed. He winced a bit at Omara's words and his gaze dropped to the ground. What he wouldn't give right now to have one of his old friends from Hogwarts there with him now. He would've been especially glad if Mary was there, except for the fact that she would've tried to tell Omara off for saying that to him. But then again maybe that wouldn't have been such a bad thing if she did that. Oh well, too bad he would never know, since she wasn't there.

"I'm no traitor." he finally said. "I'm just doing what I think is best for you." he raised his hands innocently and tried to hide the smile that his own words and action caused to appear on his lips. The smile wasn't meant to happen, but he couldn't help it and he tried to stiffle laugh that was itching in his throat to come out by clearing his throat.

She felt for the young man that had befriended Omara.

"You cannot take that gibberish seriously," Khaat said to the young man. "We're liable to hear far worse than this before he's clean and sober again. That is his addiction talking. That and his need to escape his adiction by what feels like a quick means to an end. I suggest you ignore anything that comes out of his mouth for awhile."

The bathroom, under normal circumstances was not an unreasonable request. But then again, Mort wasn't here on reasonable circumstances. She had been toying with hiring a half giant as an orderly but he wasn't quite hired and trained yet. Too bad. He'd have been a dandy escort for dear Morty. Note to Self, she thought, hire Gerald. She knew the pace of this floor. There would be no orderlies available for some time to come.

"Hm..." she said. "Under the circumstances, I cannot let you go alone. So, you will have to put up with an escort, or you can have unlimited dating time with a bedpan if you so choose." She did not anticipate him to like either one. And she braced herself for the onslaught of profanities she felt were coming.

Though Nemo experienced no deeper emotional ties to the truth that Khaat had informed Jake of than mild irritation, he feigned insult to the best of his know-how, "Fck off!" He growled, blue eyes fierce and lively."The hell are you talking about: 'before he's clean and sober'? This isn't the time to stage an intervention, you idiots. You'll only make things worse!" Ah, much in the manner that Nemo proceeded to worsen his circumstances with every word that he expelled.

"Yeah, yeah - whatever. Hire somebody to watch me piss, why don't you?" Nemo agreed with reluctance. "Alright. Come on, get me out of this damn thing," He impatiently added, simultaneously stealing himself for the escape attempt that was to follow.

"Do you understand," she asked him quietly, her voice becoming very quiet and calm now, "that I can bind every magical power you have? Do you understand that, as a healer, I can do that? I rarely ever use it. But if I need to, I can keep you restrained, right here, where you are, until Hell freezes over? You can be as angry as you like, but in all honesty, it isn't going to help you. The more hostile you become, the more dug in I will be. And if I need to be the one to watch you piss, then trust me, it won't phase me one bit. I am sorry for the indignity it might cause you, but it somewhat is what it is."

She didn't really intend to let him go if he became civil suddenly now either. But it might stop him from yelling. She did not want to use one single more restraint than she needed to, but for some reason, she just wasnt' trusting him right now. If he truly was that miserable, she could cast a sleep spell on him to make him more comfortable for the relatively short time that it took to detox, but then again, perhaps he did not want relief. And she was sure he did not want it from her.

Calm down. Slowly. Calm down, was Nemo's mantra as he struggled against the impulse to rise to the challenge that Khaat had presented him with. How much simpler it would be, to proceed to instigate another argument with the woman; to egg her on towards acting out against him in retaliation. But the mere thought of being bound to a hospital bed for an eternity elicited from him a displeased shiver, and a change in tactic was called for.

Immediately, Nemo's facade shifted; and with startling ease did his facial features shift into an expression of repentance as he dropped his gaze, hiding beneath the shield of his hair. "I can't do it," Nemo admitted, his voice accented by a deceitful, yet practiced tremor. "I can't see it any more, Barbie. The future left me here - abandoned me," He added, before slowly raising his gaze through his presently tear glistening lashes. "I don't want to live without it. Please, don't make me."

And un-cuff me from the bed. Let me out of here. Trust me, just for a second so I can jump out the window, his subconscious added in all honesty, safe within the confines of his skull from the prying fingers of the merciless tag-team that was Barbie and Aladdin.

Khaat liked strategy games. So did her father. She didn't know if that was why she liked them or not. And he surely wasn't the only seer in the room.

"I have a thought," she said, quietly, the mental chess board in front of her. "It seems that if you did not have the roller coaster within, then you would not need to marinate it quite so much. What about I ask my father to dig out that spell that he found awhile back? He seems to be having some success with it upstairs in the lockdown unit. I'm not sure entirely how it works, except that for awhile it does reduce that nonsense. That's the good part in it. There is a temporary side effect, though. At first, all your emotions are about as flatlined as a cardiac arrest. Who knows? It might be the escape you need. Let's face it, Mort. Right at the moment, as much as you hate me for keeping you here, you need me." She didnt' trust him as far as she could spit him right now.

"Unless,..." she laid out another alternative that even she did not want to go because it meant having to give someone she didn't know that well almost as much access into her own thoughts. Not that he wasn't seeing some of them anyway. But this was just damned dangerous. And she wasn't sure why she was laying it out there except for bluff value. Her father was going to kill her if he knew she'd even offered it. That was not going to be pretty at all.

"Unless you really do want help. In which case, you'll let me in there. You'll let me into all that chaos between your ears with you. But I can understand it if you're too afraid of me to let me in that far."