Dr. Alexander J. Goodman

Our last therapy session was..interesting everyone. Let’s hope I can curb my tripping and...

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 21:38:00 -0400

Our last therapy session was..interesting everyone.

~~Let’s hope I can curb my tripping and fainting problem some time soon..~~

Remember Me || Dr., Finn, & Rachel

Sat, 17 Mar 2012 23:45:58 -0400

finn-insane:

Finn looked at Rachel heart brokenly when she told him that she didn’t remember anything. It was like everything that he had had immediately been taken from him, yet she was right in front of him. This wasn’t fair, this wasn’t supposed to happen. “You hit your head Rachel,” he whispered, taking a seat in the chair next to her bed and slipping his hand into hers, not caring that the other doctors were around to see him. “You’re in the hospital… everything’s gonna be okay.. I’m not gonna leave you alone,” he told her, looking at her with sadness in his eyes. Remembering that she probably had no idea who he was he took a deep breath, biting down on his lip before speaking. “I-I’m Finn by the way.. y-you’re boyfriend,” he whispered, looking down sadly and feeling tears well up in his eyes. When he saw doctors walking towards them with a bottle of pills in his hands he shook his head, standing protectively in front of her. “Please, don’t give her anything yet, please. I can find a way to make her better. Doctor Goodman please let me find a way to make her feel better without that medicine, please,” he begged, looking at the man pleadingly and he held Rachel’s small hand tightly in his own.

Rachel saw the doctor come in after Finn, and she just shook her head when he asked how she felt. ”Tired. Sore. Hungry. Confused,” she said, a slight emptiness in her voice. All the doctors around her - at least that was what they called themselves - were making her anxious, although she couldn’t really place why. ”Oh….” she said, trailing off when Finn told her that she hit her head. She blinked a few times when he slipped his hand into hers, but she squeezed it slightly even though she wasn’t quite sure who exactly he was. The face looked familiar, and she felt like it was from more than just when he brought her in to the doctors. ”Why? And why are you here? What’s going on?” she asked, getting more confused with every question she asked. It hurt to think, but she couldn’t stop trying to put the pieces together. Maybe he had been the one to bring her to the hospital in the first place, she thought to herself. Maybe it was someone she knew in her life before she hit her head - what was her life before she hit her head? She assumed that she must have had one, but she currently couldn’t remember anything about it. ”Hi Finn. Are you… how did we… how do I know you? Before we were dating, I mean. Where did we meet,” she whispered. She was getting more and more confused the more she was told and it was starting to upset her because she knew that everyone expected her to remember things. People usually remembered things, especially important things like who their boyfriend was. He was attractive, she thought, and he seemed nice. But she wanted to remember a date he had taken her on, or when their first kiss had been, something about him more than just his name and that he was her boyfriend. ”Can I ask you a question?” she asked, looking up into his eyes before continuing. ”Who am I?” she whispered. She felt so lost without much of an identity. All she knew was that her skin looked young, her name was apparently Rachel Berry, and she was currently in a hospital. Her heart started racing as the doctors came towards her with a bottle of pills, and she blinked confusedly when Finn started begging one of the doctors not to let the other doctors give her medicine. She was afraid of the doctors, so she definitely wasn’t complaining about having them sidetracked from her, at least for a moment.

“Hold the meds.” Goodman said placing a hand on the other doctor’s shoulder. “She’s had enough for one day.” He said looking at Finn who was obviously distraught.

“These medications could be fatal to someone of her stature.” Goodman said approaching the door. “Get some rest, Rachel..and Finn, don’t leave her side.” Goodman smiled, nodding at Finn as he swiftly exited the room.

Remember Me || Dr., Finn, & Rachel

Sat, 17 Mar 2012 22:43:52 -0400

histrionic-rachel:

Finn sat outside of the room that Rachel was in and all he had heard were muffled voices inside. He squeezed his eyes shut and leaned his head in his hands, trying desperately to control his breathing. This couldn’t be happening, he really couldn’t believe that anything had happened and all he wanted was for Rachel to be okay, she had to be okay. When he heard his name he looked up, nodding slightly so Doctor Goodman knew that he was acknowledging him. “I-I don’t know. She didn’t know who I was… she didn’t know who she was,” he said, looking down sadly as he tried desperately control his emotions. Suddenly a doctor from inside the room opened the door and Finn immediately stood up, pushing past the doctor and running inside, looking at Rachel sadly when he saw her hooked up to an IV with stitches in her head. “Rachel?” he whispered, his voice quivering slightly. “Are you.. are you okay?” he asked her, looking at her worriedly.

Rachel drifted in and out of consciousness as the doctors treated her, but she stabilized once they had her stitched up. She had lost a lot of blood and still didn’t have her memory back, but she was probably going to be okay. When a doctor asked her if there was anyone she wanted to see she just shrugged, not knowing anyone’s name and having no way to convey to them who she wanted. She laid in the hospital bed, weak and alone, an IV sticking out of her arm and stitches in her head. When she heard her name she jumped, but the face she saw walking into her room looked familiar. ”I don’t know. I don’t remember anything, so I have no way to be sure. What happened to me? Where am I?” she asked him. Her head felt foggy and numb, from the pain medicine she was on, and she definitely didn’t like it. She just wanted to take a nap, but first she needed answers about what was going on. Rachel was very confused, and she hated being confused. She liked to be a know-it-all who could be smarter than everyone else so they’d admire her, and she currently felt stupid and alone.

Dr. Goodman quickly shuffled into the room, glancing over at Rachel and Finn. “How you feelin’ kiddo?” Dr. Goodman smiled looking over at an extremely tired Rachel Berry.

He felt bad for Finn, who seemed lost without the tiny girl before him. He could tell Finn was searching for any trace of Rachel that remembered him.

A doctor approached Dr. Goodman whispering in his ear. “Dr. she’s had some severe head trauma..Greyson wants us to experiment with Piracetam to bring her memory back..That stuff is hard core..He wants us to push a lot more than the recommended dosage, and she’s already on heavy narcotics.” He mumbled to Goodman. “Well, whatever he says goes.” Dr. Goodman said, with a half-hearted smile, not wanting to risk his job by putting a stop to Greyson’s madness. The other doctor approached Rachel and Finn with a bottle of pills.

Remember Me || Dr., Finn, & Rachel

Sat, 17 Mar 2012 22:16:00 -0400

Dr. Goodman woke up with a pouding headache in the darkness, sprawled on his desk. He couldn’t recall a time this had ever happened to him. “What the..” Dr. Goodman mumbled as he regained himself and hopped onto the ground. “Rachel..” He thought to himself, picturing the tiny framed girl in all her glory. She was perfect. He smiled thinking about her attitude, and the way she held herself.

Dr. Goodman quickly approached the door, peeking out in a secretive manner..something he was used to being- sneaky. He tried to look at casual as possible without falling over. “Finn..” Dr. Goodman whispered as he approached Finn. He put his hands in his pockets and analyzed the distraught young man.

“How she doin’?” He frowned down at Finn who was leaned against the wall outside of the doorway.

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 20:57:36 -0400

How's everyone on this fine evening at McKinley?

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 20:56:07 -0400

haydenluxlefevre:

Yep. I dislike all, except Ms. Pierce.

~~Like the nurses? I think one has been steeling medicine, I’m working on her.~~

Cut the kids some slack, Hayden..Can’t imagine how they feel- being institutionalized at this place..not to mention they all seem to be convinced there’s some dishonest practices going on around here..~~These nurses seem a little too entitled.~~

How's everyone on this fine evening at McKinley?

Tue, 13 Mar 2012 22:55:47 -0400

haydenluxlefevre:

They’re such awful children.

Are you serious?

~~It’s more of our staff I’m concerned about..~~

How's everyone on this fine evening at McKinley?

Tue, 13 Mar 2012 21:01:02 -0400

haydenluxlefevre:

Good luck with that.

Haven’t had the best of luck so far.

How's everyone on this fine evening at McKinley?

Tue, 13 Mar 2012 19:45:00 -0400

~~Time to get some answers…~~

Please note:

Thu, 08 Mar 2012 17:12:04 -0500

I will be questioning some patients, involving the suicide attempt of Finn Hudson.

Poor kid.

Undercover || Kurlex

Sun, 04 Mar 2012 21:04:42 -0500

kurt-is-not-crazy:

Kurt felt relieved that he wasn’t in for any immediate physical punishment, but Dr. Goodman’s request seemed pretty underhanded.

“If you’re looking to take down Greyson,” he responded, following the doctor to the door, “I’ll help you as much as I can. But I will not rat out any of the patients. It’s how they got into all of this trouble in the first place.”

“Understood.” Goodman half-smiled as he lifted his hand in a slight wave motion as Kurt exited the room.

Dr. Goodman sighed as he sat down and leaned back in his chair. “How is this gonna work.” He murmured to himself.

Undercover || Kurlex

Sun, 04 Mar 2012 20:49:38 -0500

kurt-is-not-crazy:

doctorgoodman:

“You’re right, that’s not fair.” Goodman said unemotionally, looking through Kurt’s file. “He inflicted all of these painful acts on every single person here, except you.” Goodman looked up with an intense glare towards Kurt.

“Wouldn’t you say it’s your turn now?” He said standing up slowly.

Kurt’s eyes widened with terror for a brief instant, but it soon faded.

Dr. Goodman was right. He was the only patient left, which meant he was only delaying the inevitable. Besides, it was a lesson well-learned for his sheer stupidity in actually trusting, even for a minute, one of the doctors in the hellhole known as McKinley.

It was one he wouldn’t soon forget. He realized now that he couldn’t trust anyone, even the people that were supposed to be taking care of him. Anyone he could rely on was dead or in a worse place than he was.

It hit him even harder than Goodman’s betrayal. He was alone.

”Yeah.” He replied, his voice hoarse from unshed tears. “Yeah, it is.”

“I’m a psychologist, Kurt. I’m just asking you questions, I’m not gonna de-nail you, or break your limbs. I’m not asking you to trust me, but I am asking you to do me a favor, if you will. I’m not really liking the way Dr. Greyson is running this place. It’s inhumane by the looks of it. If you see anything shady going on, please, come tell me immediately.” Dr. Goodman said as seriously as he could.

He could tell Kurt felt betrayed by his earlier comment, but there was nothing he could do. It was his job to ask questions.

“Kurt, think about what I asked. If you hear anything…please, you have a choice. I can get you out of here if we can find a way to bust Greyson.” Goodman said walking to the door and opening it for Kurt.

Undercover || Kurlex

Sun, 04 Mar 2012 20:24:20 -0500

kurt-is-not-crazy:

Kurt shifted in his chair, not knowing how much to reveal while he was unaware of what exactly Dr. Goodman was planning to do with the information. For all he knew, he could just spill everything to Greyson as soon as he left the room, and Kurt would end up waterboarded or something.

“I don’t know that much about him. I’ve tried to avoid him, to be perfectly honest. It just seemed like something he would do, you know, hide his cane and pretend to be weak so everyone else gets their guard down.” Kurt answered, choosing to play with his fingernails instead of looking Dr. Goodman in the eye.

“He … He’s evil. He’s psychotic, both of them are.” Kurt finally said, referring to both of the other doctors. “He ripped most of Santana’s fingernails off just to get some information on some of the other patients. He electrocuted Brittany to punish her for something idiotic. He had Rachel convince Finn she never loved him just to get him good and heartbroken. They completely wiped Charlie’s memory for days, to the point where she could barely remember her own name. Now Blaine and Quinn are going through God knows what just because someone ratted them out.” He found himself getting misty-eyed as he recalled the horrors of the other patients, sometimes right before his eyes. He was unspeakably lucky that he was possibly only patient left who hadn’t endured some kind of cruel and unusual punishment. “It isn’t f-fair.”

“You’re right, that’s not fair.” Goodman said unemotionally, looking through Kurt’s file. “He inflicted all of these painful acts on every single person here, except you.” Goodman looked up with an intense glare towards Kurt.

“Wouldn’t you say it’s your turn now?” He said standing up slowly.

Undercover || Kurlex

Sun, 04 Mar 2012 19:30:37 -0500

kurt-is-not-crazy:

Kurt shrugged. “I didn’t even know it was missing. I mean, I saw Dr. Greyson limping around a little bit, but I thought that was just one of his little mind games or something.”

He sighed, resting his head in the palm of his hand. “I don’t know why he would suspect me. I don’t think I’ve ever really talked to him, much less stolen something from him. I’m not sure who would do that. Usually the diabolical plans around here involve a lot more bloodshed.”

“Mind games?” Goodman asked suspiciously. He looked at Kurt who had seemed to be completely innocent of any crime, from Goodman could tell.

“Give me a little..insight to who Dr. Greyson is..I mean, you mentioned being tortured..that can’t be right, can it?” He said leaning an ear towards Kurt, trying to get any info out of him.

Dr. Greyson had seemed very sketchy to Dr. Goodman, and little did anyone know at McKinley, but Goodman was holding back a little secret that could ruin anyone who stood in his way.

“Is he a good man, Kurt? How would you describe his character.” Goodman trailed off of the cane topic, wanting his own answers.

Undercover || Kurlex

Sun, 04 Mar 2012 19:04:24 -0500

kurt-is-not-crazy:

Kurt dragged his feet down the all-too familiar halls of the mental institute, unsure of whether to be at least a little hopeful or just apprehensive.

The new doctor had told him that he had planned to end the unchecked tortures going on behind the clever facade of an asylum, but it was possible that he was only trying to gain his trust so that he could stab him in the back when the time came. He barely knew the man, aside from the mild conversation about men’s fashion they had shared the day before, so he had no reason to believe that he would keep his word.

It would be wonderful, though, he thought, then quickly shook the thought from his head as he arrived at Dr. Goodman’s door.

“You wanted to see me?” He asked, sitting in front of the doctor’s desk.

“Yes, thank you for coming Kurt.” Dr. Goodman said taking his seat.”Now, Dr. Greyson told me that he has suspicions that you were involved in stealing his mahogany cane. Is there any truth to this?”

Dr. Goodman used his usual skill of reading people and watched as Kurt formulated his answer.

“It’s not that I believe you took the cane, It’s just that..well, everyone’s a suspect, you know?” Doctor Goodman chuckled looking through Kurt’s file.

Undercover || Kurlex

Sun, 04 Mar 2012 18:38:00 -0500

Dr. Alexander J. Goodman. He signed his name on the bottom of the release form he’d overlooked for a patient who he knew was completely ready to leave McKinley. Dr. Goodman recently applied for a psychologist position at the ward, and was accepted. His specialty is reading people’s expressions and sensing their motives. He had looked at his schedule, and saw that he was to meet with Kurt Hummel for a 30 minute session, for some questioning about Dr. Greyson’s missing cane.

Suddenly Dr. Greyson came into the room. He’d made it quite clear that the patient Dr. Goodman was about to send home, was not ready to leave McKinley- that their state of mind was much too cloudy to enter the real world once again.

Goodman just nodded and put the form back in his desk for safe keeping. It seemed rather unusual for a doctor to react in such a way, when the patient was at this point, definitely what the world would consider normal.

Within a few minutes, Kurt knocked on the door and peeked in.

“Mr. Hummel? Please, come in, sit down. I have some questions.” Dr. Goodman smiled warmly with his hand open to the seat in front of his desk.

Sun, 04 Mar 2012 16:48:00 -0500

I hear we have some crazies at McKinley!

Sun, 04 Mar 2012 01:26:22 -0500

kurt-is-not-crazy:

Like I said, I’m as guiltless as anyone here, but some kids are getting electrified or having their fingernails ripped off. Some people I really care about are probably being tortured as we speak because of other people who like to call themselves doctors, too.

So, are you one of them, or one of the decent ones?

I’m not gonna be doing any electrifying or fingernail-ripping, so don’t worry your pretty little head about that. If that’s the kind of establishment being run here, you can bet I’ll be putting an end to it.

I hear we have some crazies at McKinley!

Sun, 04 Mar 2012 01:15:33 -0500

kurt-is-not-crazy:

Yes, I did, Doctor. It was lovely. But trust me, I’m not avoiding anything. My friends are as innocent as I am. I’m just lucky, I guess.

And how did you know my name?

I believe you. and I know everyone’s names, I am the new doctor, I have to check everyone’s files and become familiar with them, ya know?

What do you mean you’re lucky?

I hear we have some crazies at McKinley!

Sun, 04 Mar 2012 01:01:05 -0500

kurt-is-not-crazy:

Really? I prefer Prada, myself, but that’s a nice choice.

Trust me, I’ve stayed out of trouble. It’s my friends that can’t seem to avoid it.

Ooh, Prada? Did you happen to catch the Fall/Winter 2012 Men’s fashion show? Stunning.

Good for you, Hummel. I like to see a man avoiding destructive decisions. You seem well on your way out of here.