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indeedsir_backupBecause of the 4 seed medly biscuts and kisses on the cheek,
Here's part 4!
For a few weeks, things went smoothly.
Living next to Mr. Wooster was a boon, and in no time a routine was established, one that was comfortable and met Mr. Wooster’s needs. Dr. Jeeves had cataloged every nuance of Mr. Wooster’s psychological makeup, and in his usual efficiency had already discovered a medical supplement that prevented the worst of Mr. Wooster’s lapses.
The “Drones Club” had progressed nicely, although curious routines had developed by means of the dinner roll, no one had been harmed, and indeed all the patients became more relaxed in company.
Although the “Drones” was not for everyone. A Mr. Fink-Nottle, who had a fixation on newts and an intense abhorrence for all forms of society, avoided the place and could not be coaxed into it. When he was bribed or blackmailed or in some rare cases, went on his own, he sulked in a corner and refused to talk to anyone. Except for Bertie Wooster, who was usually found playing the club piano. Dr. Jeeves was inordinately proud of this accomplishment of his patient, whose sunny disposition had made friends with nearly every “member”. Another Mr. Fittleworth, who had a very genial disposition as a rule, refused to come in and leave his “cottage”. (Some of the rooms were varied to meet more personal needs. His was complete with an indoor garden surrounding his cottage. The cottage was of course still inside the building and was relatively small.)
But on a whole, the “Drones” was a popular place, and also served to double as the mess hall.
But occasionally (although this was not part of his duties) Dr. Jeeves would cook for Bertie. Dr. Jeeves was a very good cook, and it provided a chance to regulate what he was eating, and put a few more fattening dishes under his belt. It was more difficult to call up one of the nurses, and besides that, most of them made very clear why they were nurses and not cooks the first time Dr. Jeeves’ had tried that.
Another service he provided was the cleaning and hanging of Mr. Wooster’s clothes. He got up so much earlier than Mr. Wooster, and the maids were loud and generally frightened the living daylights out of Bertie if they managed to wake him up. And it unsettled Dr. Jeeves to see all that disorder. It really wouldn’t do.
So he cleaned and cooked for Mr. Wooster, and told himself that not only was he making Mr. Wooster more presentable and healthy, he got another look into Mr. Wooster’s mentality. Mr. Wooster was always effusive with praise, and always called him a “marvel”. He carefully took note of this, and ignored the little fluttering in his stomach whenever he saw that delighted and grateful grin.
It really was all Mrs. Gregson’s fault. If it weren't for her the Institution would still have visitation privleges to the duck pond.
Things had been going on “swimmingly” as Mr. Wooster would say, until she showed up at the Institution’s doorstep and demanded to know of her nephew’s progress. Dr. Jeeves and the other psychiatrists hadn’t needed to report each individual’s progress unless they needed more special equipment or personnel. The superintendent in charge of overseeing the project was really more “hands off” the Doctors, and more “hands on” his secretary.
But of course, when Mrs. Gregson, Bertie’s Aunt came charging in, a meeting was called to discuss Mr. Wooster’s progress. So, as per his duties, Dr. Jeeves made a full report, very properly and correctly in front of both the superintendent and Mrs. Gregson. The superintendent looked very interested, and began to take an interest in the project again (as he had almost forgotten what it was about, he just came in and signed paperwork and made eyes at his secretary) and Mrs. Gregson looked at Jeeves with her beady eyes gleaming. As soon as he finished his report, she pounced.
“So young man, and stand up straight for heaven’s sake” (Jeeves had been standing perfectly) “in your professional opinion,” (he noted the way she rolled her r’s like a Gatling gun) “is my nephew insane?”
He did not gulp, but he did stare at the back wall like he was trying to freeze it.
“In my professional opinion, madam, he suffers from dementia of a genial nature, and has a serious and chronic problem with memory and word order.”
Her feathered hat quivered in excitement as she proclaimed "But in your professional opinion, is he fit to live outside?"
Dr. Jeeves calmly replied, with dread in his heart, "It is my opinion that he is perfectly capable of living outside of this Institution, but I would not recommend it."
She drew herself up with triumph. "Aha! You see? I demand my nephew be released at once to come live with his family again. No more will any relation of mine be poked and prodded like cattle, no more will my sister's boy have to suffer through your horrible tests. For once and for all the question of his sanity will cease to be!"
She looked like and over-stuffed toad, smugly smirking at the superintendant, who looked quite bewildered and flustered.
"Of..of course madam, we will…we will have him released immediately to your care." He spluttered, looking helplessly at Jeeves, who was feeling a bit desperate himself.
"If I may suggest sir" he said a trifle botheredly, "that we not release the patient immediately? We do have procedures" here he coughed discreetly and the superintendent brightened. He knew the value of procedures. "and rules on outpatient care. They must go through the steps sir."
Looking considerably more cheerful with something he knew firmly under his feet, he continued "Madam, your nephew will be returned to your care after we acclimate him to the outside world by means of a nurse. We call this "level two" care. The trained nurse will accompany him on trips, outings, and other such sundry all while carefully monitoring him in prevention of any accidents, and to determine whether he really is fit for the permanent removal from this Institution, which does not" and here he fixed a disproving and judicial eye on her, "'poke and prod' our patients and nor does it perform so-called 'horrible' tests. Now, if that will be all?"
Mr. Wooster’s aunt fixed a gimlet eye upon the grinning superintendent. She stared for a few more seconds and beads of sweat appeared on his brow. His smile started to take on a questioning air. After a few more significant pauses, she spoke deliberately and carefully. “And what, “(here she paused most ominously)” is you name sir?” His smile wavered like a candle in the wind. He gulped. “Mr…Dr. Pabudy”
“Well, Dr. Pabudy,” here she rolled the r quite deliberately “that won’t be all.” He mopped his face discreetly with a handkerchief, no hint of a smile now. “In fact” she went on determinedly “I insist that I choose the nurse. She must be capable and strong. And I will see my nephew directly after I have choosen. And heaven forbid if he is not well!” And with that caution she swept out of the room lead by an attendant. Dr. Jeeves and Dr. Pabudy hurrying behind her as she regally swept down to the nurse’s section.
“We can’t let him go!” he hissed at Dr. Jeeves, flickering his glance to Mrs. Gregson’s upright back. “If word gets out that one of our patients isn’t actually insane, our funding will be cut off and any discoveries and improvements we make will be disregarded by the academic community!”
“I agree with you wholeheartedly sir, we cannot let him go.” Dr. Jeeves said grimly. Perhaps he was being selfish…wanting to see those blue eyes a bit longer…but that was absurd. No, the only reason he was so firm on this point was because Mr. Wooster would so obviously not receive the proper care from these people. His eyes flashed a hidden fire as he contemplated how to secure Mr. Wooster’s safety.
Mrs. Gregson swept into the nurse’s dining hall and lounge, her eyes surveying all the young ladies that were chattering and milling about. Occasionally she’s consult her guide about the temperament and name of one of the young ladies. Finally, she told the superintendent the names of five ladies she had narrowed it down to. The young ladies in question were very quickly assembled.
After an intense period of questioning, she finally declared herself satisfied with Nurse Honoria Glossop.
AN: I was kidding about your comments affecting the ending/update time of this story. Although they light a fire under my butt, the cliffhanger is in no way caused by any comments. I'm just teasing. :D
Because of certain remarks *coughchoughnegligentchaptercoughhackweeze* it ends in a cliffhanger. :D
Here's part 4!
For a few weeks, things went smoothly.
Living next to Mr. Wooster was a boon, and in no time a routine was established, one that was comfortable and met Mr. Wooster’s needs. Dr. Jeeves had cataloged every nuance of Mr. Wooster’s psychological makeup, and in his usual efficiency had already discovered a medical supplement that prevented the worst of Mr. Wooster’s lapses.
The “Drones Club” had progressed nicely, although curious routines had developed by means of the dinner roll, no one had been harmed, and indeed all the patients became more relaxed in company.
Although the “Drones” was not for everyone. A Mr. Fink-Nottle, who had a fixation on newts and an intense abhorrence for all forms of society, avoided the place and could not be coaxed into it. When he was bribed or blackmailed or in some rare cases, went on his own, he sulked in a corner and refused to talk to anyone. Except for Bertie Wooster, who was usually found playing the club piano. Dr. Jeeves was inordinately proud of this accomplishment of his patient, whose sunny disposition had made friends with nearly every “member”. Another Mr. Fittleworth, who had a very genial disposition as a rule, refused to come in and leave his “cottage”. (Some of the rooms were varied to meet more personal needs. His was complete with an indoor garden surrounding his cottage. The cottage was of course still inside the building and was relatively small.)
But on a whole, the “Drones” was a popular place, and also served to double as the mess hall.
But occasionally (although this was not part of his duties) Dr. Jeeves would cook for Bertie. Dr. Jeeves was a very good cook, and it provided a chance to regulate what he was eating, and put a few more fattening dishes under his belt. It was more difficult to call up one of the nurses, and besides that, most of them made very clear why they were nurses and not cooks the first time Dr. Jeeves’ had tried that.
Another service he provided was the cleaning and hanging of Mr. Wooster’s clothes. He got up so much earlier than Mr. Wooster, and the maids were loud and generally frightened the living daylights out of Bertie if they managed to wake him up. And it unsettled Dr. Jeeves to see all that disorder. It really wouldn’t do.
So he cleaned and cooked for Mr. Wooster, and told himself that not only was he making Mr. Wooster more presentable and healthy, he got another look into Mr. Wooster’s mentality. Mr. Wooster was always effusive with praise, and always called him a “marvel”. He carefully took note of this, and ignored the little fluttering in his stomach whenever he saw that delighted and grateful grin.
It really was all Mrs. Gregson’s fault. If it weren't for her the Institution would still have visitation privleges to the duck pond.
Things had been going on “swimmingly” as Mr. Wooster would say, until she showed up at the Institution’s doorstep and demanded to know of her nephew’s progress. Dr. Jeeves and the other psychiatrists hadn’t needed to report each individual’s progress unless they needed more special equipment or personnel. The superintendent in charge of overseeing the project was really more “hands off” the Doctors, and more “hands on” his secretary.
But of course, when Mrs. Gregson, Bertie’s Aunt came charging in, a meeting was called to discuss Mr. Wooster’s progress. So, as per his duties, Dr. Jeeves made a full report, very properly and correctly in front of both the superintendent and Mrs. Gregson. The superintendent looked very interested, and began to take an interest in the project again (as he had almost forgotten what it was about, he just came in and signed paperwork and made eyes at his secretary) and Mrs. Gregson looked at Jeeves with her beady eyes gleaming. As soon as he finished his report, she pounced.
“So young man, and stand up straight for heaven’s sake” (Jeeves had been standing perfectly) “in your professional opinion,” (he noted the way she rolled her r’s like a Gatling gun) “is my nephew insane?”
He did not gulp, but he did stare at the back wall like he was trying to freeze it.
“In my professional opinion, madam, he suffers from dementia of a genial nature, and has a serious and chronic problem with memory and word order.”
Her feathered hat quivered in excitement as she proclaimed "But in your professional opinion, is he fit to live outside?"
Dr. Jeeves calmly replied, with dread in his heart, "It is my opinion that he is perfectly capable of living outside of this Institution, but I would not recommend it."
She drew herself up with triumph. "Aha! You see? I demand my nephew be released at once to come live with his family again. No more will any relation of mine be poked and prodded like cattle, no more will my sister's boy have to suffer through your horrible tests. For once and for all the question of his sanity will cease to be!"
She looked like and over-stuffed toad, smugly smirking at the superintendant, who looked quite bewildered and flustered.
"Of..of course madam, we will…we will have him released immediately to your care." He spluttered, looking helplessly at Jeeves, who was feeling a bit desperate himself.
"If I may suggest sir" he said a trifle botheredly, "that we not release the patient immediately? We do have procedures" here he coughed discreetly and the superintendent brightened. He knew the value of procedures. "and rules on outpatient care. They must go through the steps sir."
Looking considerably more cheerful with something he knew firmly under his feet, he continued "Madam, your nephew will be returned to your care after we acclimate him to the outside world by means of a nurse. We call this "level two" care. The trained nurse will accompany him on trips, outings, and other such sundry all while carefully monitoring him in prevention of any accidents, and to determine whether he really is fit for the permanent removal from this Institution, which does not" and here he fixed a disproving and judicial eye on her, "'poke and prod' our patients and nor does it perform so-called 'horrible' tests. Now, if that will be all?"
Mr. Wooster’s aunt fixed a gimlet eye upon the grinning superintendent. She stared for a few more seconds and beads of sweat appeared on his brow. His smile started to take on a questioning air. After a few more significant pauses, she spoke deliberately and carefully. “And what, “(here she paused most ominously)” is you name sir?” His smile wavered like a candle in the wind. He gulped. “Mr…Dr. Pabudy”
“Well, Dr. Pabudy,” here she rolled the r quite deliberately “that won’t be all.” He mopped his face discreetly with a handkerchief, no hint of a smile now. “In fact” she went on determinedly “I insist that I choose the nurse. She must be capable and strong. And I will see my nephew directly after I have choosen. And heaven forbid if he is not well!” And with that caution she swept out of the room lead by an attendant. Dr. Jeeves and Dr. Pabudy hurrying behind her as she regally swept down to the nurse’s section.
“We can’t let him go!” he hissed at Dr. Jeeves, flickering his glance to Mrs. Gregson’s upright back. “If word gets out that one of our patients isn’t actually insane, our funding will be cut off and any discoveries and improvements we make will be disregarded by the academic community!”
“I agree with you wholeheartedly sir, we cannot let him go.” Dr. Jeeves said grimly. Perhaps he was being selfish…wanting to see those blue eyes a bit longer…but that was absurd. No, the only reason he was so firm on this point was because Mr. Wooster would so obviously not receive the proper care from these people. His eyes flashed a hidden fire as he contemplated how to secure Mr. Wooster’s safety.
Mrs. Gregson swept into the nurse’s dining hall and lounge, her eyes surveying all the young ladies that were chattering and milling about. Occasionally she’s consult her guide about the temperament and name of one of the young ladies. Finally, she told the superintendent the names of five ladies she had narrowed it down to. The young ladies in question were very quickly assembled.
After an intense period of questioning, she finally declared herself satisfied with Nurse Honoria Glossop.
AN: I was kidding about your comments affecting the ending/update time of this story. Although they light a fire under my butt, the cliffhanger is in no way caused by any comments. I'm just teasing. :D
Because of certain remarks *coughchoughnegligentchaptercoughhackweeze* it ends in a cliffhanger. :D
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Date: 2008-10-27 11:20 pm (UTC)I am enjoying this immensely.
Update soon please!
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Date: 2008-10-27 11:43 pm (UTC)*as always, eagerly waits for next part*
PS-love how the stories seem to get longer! *grins happily*
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Date: 2008-10-28 02:21 am (UTC)It takes me a while to get into the swing of things...my first long story (The Hunted- Sherlock Holmes of ff.net xD) started with chapters about 5 sentences. xD *dies of embarassment*
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Date: 2008-10-28 12:58 pm (UTC)Ps- your icon? STRAWBERRIES! STRAWBERRIES! xD
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Date: 2008-10-28 01:23 am (UTC)I can see where this is going and *I love it*!
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Date: 2008-10-28 02:25 am (UTC)*feels loved*
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