***I would like to point out something. "Gateway Mental Hospital" is indeed a real place in California. And I honestly have no idea how things are run over there, so the way I'm describing things is completely from my head. I just wanted to make this clear***

"Brendon Urie?"

The name echoed around in my mind. It sounded so familiar and it felt so natural as it rolled off of my tongue. Something about this sparked some sort nerve in my brain. But I just couldn't figure out the pieces to this puzzle yet.

"Indeed." Sarah replied to me. In all honesty, if she wasn't there, then I probably would stand here trying to pinpoint where I knew the name from, for the rest of the day. "I have to finish giving some patients their medication and then I can show you around some more and answer any questions if you'd like. Though I'm pretty sure the doctor covered all the bases. I'll meet you back in the main lobby in let's say, fifteen minutes?" She smiled lightly, her grey eyes practically glowing.

"Uh, yeah sure." The corner of my mouth turned upwards in as much of a smile as I could muster at the moment.

Sarah walked back towards the direction she came from, pulling a small cart along with her. Sorted medications were all over the top of it.

Brendon Urie. I turn my head back over towards the metal door that this man was trapped behind. Do I dare look in the tiny window at him again?

Dissociative Identity Disorder. So this means that his mind is all over the place. I wonder how difficult it must be for him to cope with everything happening in his head. Just trying to even think about what goes on in his situation gave me a slight headache.

It felt as if he was going to be the kind of person that I think I could connect with, if all parts of him accepted me as someone to connect with that is. This was gonna be a little more of a challenge than I had imagined it to be. This kind of patient wasn't what I had been expecting, especially not being the first one I work with. You'd think he would start me off with someone who has only been here for a short amount of time, and for something not as severe. Though I guess his situation could be worse. But I'm up for the challenge.

"Get out!" The sudden screaming from behind the door startled me.

Curiosity took over my body. Carefully and quietly, I peered into this mans room, or cell is what it should be. Brendon was now pacing back and forth between his walls, mumbling something I couldn't quite understand. His steps were hurried and he pulled at his hair, making it go in all different directions.

He stopped in his tracks, now just staring at the blank tan wall in front of him. "I can't. I won't." He once again starts pacing this time taking slower strides. He seemed to be repeating the same two sentences over and over. He voice would get very soft, and slowly build up until he was practically screaming. What was going on in his mind? "I can't. I won't...I have to."

After a few moments, Brendon sat on the edge of his bed twiddling his thumbs in circles. No more words came out of his mouth, other than higher pitched mumbles and screams. His head suddenly moving back and forth as if he thought someone was going to burst through one of his walls. And he began to scratch at his arm. Not in a way if he had an itch, but he had violently fast movements as if he were planning to hurt himself. I needed to inform someone about this.

Looking away from the window, I try to find where Sarah went. But of course she was nowhere to be found. Which reminds me. I needed to go out to the main lobby. Maybe the doctor was back out there. I needed to inform someone.

I quickly make my way back into the main lobby, looking for a nurse or the doctor.

"Dallon!" Her high pitched voice rang through my ears, startling me enough to stumble forward.

"Sarah." I spun around on my heel to face the small petite woman, whom was at a closer distance than I originally thought she'd be. Taking a hold on her wrist, I began sprinting down back towards the area where Brendon was.

"Dallon!" Sarah yanked her hand away from my grasp. "What the hell is going on?" She looked at me with both curiosity and annoyance in her eyes.

"Brendon. He's trying to hurt himself." My mind was a jumbled mess and my heart was pounding. I don't know why I was acting like this for someone I didn't even know.

"How so?" She asked, now a bit anxious as she picked at a string on her pink scrubs.

"He was scratching at himself. At his arm." She was a nurse, wasn't she? Why was she just standing here not worrying about one of the patients?

"Dallon don't worry." Her face softened and she smiled slightly. Don't worry?! "All of the staff already knows this. We keep a high maintenance on all of the patients, Brendon being one of them. We have a routine time every few weeks and clips his nails so he cannot harm himself. One of his moments used to do that to him all the time."

My heart was still beating rapidly, as I was still worried about the man behind that metal door. What if Sarah was right? Everything was under control. Everything would be alright.

Why was I so worried about this man? It felt as if I had some sort of a connection with him. But I just met him, that couldn't be possible yet could it?

"Dallon," she waved her hand in my face, causing me to snap out of my thoughts. "Do you have any questions? Do you want me to show you around a little more, though my shift ends soon so I can do that on your first day before you start of course. I'm pretty much always here. Always on call too. So there's that." She had that shy personality about her, but she sure seemed to open up to me fairly quickly.

Sarah's smile was very warm and welcoming. It made me feel comfortable and relaxed.

"No, I do not have any questions." All of this was a little much for me at the moment. "I'd like to talk to the doctor again though, can you point me to his office?"

"Of course." She pointed her finger down the hallway. "Take a left and its the door on your right."

"Thank you, Sarah." I smiled at her and followed her directions towards the hall. My mind was all in a blur of emotions and misinterpretation. And all over one person. Someone that I haven't even officially met yet. What was wrong with me?

"Ah, Mr.Weekes!" The doctor smiles at me as I walked into his office, the wrinkles on his face a little more prominent than before. He placed the pen he was holding down on his desk, and took off the glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. "How can I help you?"

"I was wondering when you'd like me to start my internship here, sir." I didn't know what to do with my hands so I found myself tapping my fingers along my thigh, trying not to seem too awkward.

"As soon as you'd like." He was very cheerful for being the main doctor in such a depressing place. "And I'd like to hire you as a worker, not as an intern. That is, if you're okay with that."

"Oh, uh. Yeah, I'd love that, sir." Wow this man had high hopes of me.

"Great!' He stood from his chair and walked from behind his desk towards me. He placed a hand on my back and walked through the door to his office. "Then let's say your first day starts next Tuesday. Be here at eight a.m."

"See you then." A forced smile spread across my lips as he went back into the room, closing the door. This was moving a little too fast. An immediate job, skipping an intern possibility? Having an intern gives you the opportunity to see how the person works in that environment without having to worry about paying them. What if I do terrible and it was just a waste of time hiring me?

All of these questions flooded my mind as a drove back to my apartment. Was I actually ready for this? I know I've wanted to do this for a long time, but now that it was actually happening, I wasn't so sure.

"Hey how'd it go?" Spencer's voice rang in my ears when I stepped through the door.

"I got the job." I replied, still in a bit of a daze.

"Job?!" He repeated me. "As in, you skipped an internship and went straight for the job?" He placed his hands on my shoulders, a bright smile plastered on his face. Why was he so happy for me? He never liked the idea of me doing this, and now all of a sudden he was happy?

"Yeah." There was nothing more for me to say. I had to think all of this over.

"Dude what's the matter?" He released his grip on me, looking me dead in the eyes. It was a little uncomfortable, but that's how Spencer was. "Aren't you excited?"

Was I excited? There was definitely nerves in my stomach, that's for sure, but I'm not certain if excited was the correct term.

"I think so." I didn't exactly know what to think right now. There was only one thing on my mind, and I still wasn't sure why. Brendon. I felt a connection with him as soon as I saw him through the window. But why?

"The crazies got to you already didn't they?" Spencer chuckled, obviously trying to make the situation lighter.

"Something like that." It wasn't exactly a lie.

"Hey, so Linda and I are gonna go out to dinner later. You wanna come with?" He was changing the subject. Good. I needed to take my mind off this matter.

"And watch you two eating each other rather than your actual food?" I both laughed and shuddered at the thought. "I think I'll pass."

"Awe, come on." Spencer hit my arm playfully, a wide smile on his face. He turned away and walked over towards the couch. "You can bring along that cute brunette you're always talking about. What's her name? Windy?" I heard him snicker. He was obviously trying to push my button right now. A typical move by Spencer. And of course it was working.

"It's 'Breezy', for one." I grabbed a coke from the refrigerator and joined him on the couch. "And I haven't talked to her in weeks. I don't even know if she'd want to hang out."

"Just invite her anyway." He shrugged it off and turned his focus towards the TV.

As I contemplated calling Breezy, my mind reverted back towards the man behind that big iron door. And all that was going through my head, was what it would be like being trapped in his.