Last Resort-deleted scenes

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Garcia's Obsession

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(Set during Sarah's first mental hospital admission while she's approx 15-16 yrs old)

"Dr. Garcia, your new patient, Sarah Williams, just checked in." The female nurse's voice interrupted Dr. Jonathon Garcia' ruminations as he reclined at his compulsively neat desk. Unmoving with his back facing his office door where the fidgeting young nurse stood half-in and half-out of the entry, Dr. Garcia spoke clearly, his tone eager and mildly condescending.

"Thank you, Nurse."

"You're welcome, Doctor." She replied before quickly ducking out and shutting the door quietly behind her. One swiftly learned never—never—slam or even shut doors loudly in Dr. Garcia's presence. After one such viciously, soft spoken and very public encounter the young nurse quickly learned the lesson that Dr. Garcia strove to impart with a minimum of repeat performances. One did not want a repeat performance, ever.

A deep, shuddering sigh escaped the doctor's chest as his privacy was once again restored and he shifted his chair forward placing his palms flat against the surface of his immaculate desk. 'She's here, finally.' He thought.

After weeks of tests and meetings with her reluctant parents, especially the father, the young girl was finally, legally, under his control. Sarah Williams...her name caressed his mind and tickled the more delicious parts of his curiosity. Undoubtedly, this young girl's schizophrenic symptoms were the most fascinating ever he had the pleasure to diagnose and the thought...the veritable fantasy he entertained of being the one to discover this delectable young girl's inner most secrets left him quivering.

'She's waiting for you, Jonathon. It's rude to keep a lady waiting.' He told himself before rising from his desk, adjusting various portions of his clothing and anatomy and exiting his office. Confidently striding through the halls, he barely noticed various inferior staff members diffidently nodding and mumbling 'Afternoon, Dr. Garcia' so focused on his goal. And there she sat, alone, near the nurses' desk on one of the institutional green, vinyl chairs which he so loved, as they reminded him of his ultimate source of power.

"Sarah, my dear girl," He crooned ignoring her vague bodily flinch as he slid into the seat next to her and wrapped an arm around the back of her chair, cautious not to touch...yet. "I'm so glad you've decided to allow me to help you."

"Dr. Garcia," the brunette girl with the youthful face but old eyes glared at him and tried to shift away minutely. "You know this wasn't my decision or even under my control." She said acerbically.

"Nevertheless, without your consent in spirit I can do little to assist you." He smiled and Sarah noticed as she always did that it didn't reach his eyes, which were chilly but so deep. He leaned into her personal space and lowered his voice until Sarah shivered. "You will allow me to help you, won't you, Sarah?" She felt his fingers behind her caress her back lightly and a wave of nausea welled up in her gut.

"Won't you, Sarah?" Dr. Garcia said again and this time he didn't bother to smile.