Three days later
"Rachel? Rachel can you hear me?"
Her eyes slowly opened, staring up at the white ceiling. Her mother looked down at her, crying in relief, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "Oh my god Rachel, you're okay!"
This only left Rachel a bit confused. Slowly sitting up on the bed, she found herself in a hospital room. "Huh? Wha? Where am I?"
"My dear," the doctor replied, jotting a few notes down on a clipboard. "You've been knocked out for a couple of days. Whatever it is that was in the syringe that night must have been the cause of it. Thankfully, had the entire contents been injected in to your system, you most likely would not have made it."
This suddenly jolted Rachel in to realization. "Jordan? Where's Jordan?"
"Relax," the doctor assured her. "Your cousin is fine. She was found unconscious and tied up in the hallway closet right after the cops managed to get in to her house. She's suffered a concussion but nothing serious."
"And the killer?" Rachel's mom questioned.
"Oh? He's been transferred to a maximum security asylum a couple of hours away from here. His mental stability was enough to convince the judge not to send him to jail but to a more secured place. Codswallop, I say!"
Meanwhile, in Stonybrooke Maximum Asylum of the Insane, a warden walked down the halls with a dinner tray in his hands. Nearing the end of the hall, he unlocked the door in to a padded cell where a man in a straight jacket stood in the corner of the room facing the wall.
"All right, that's 30 minutes of supper." said the doctor. "As you know the procedures, you will be monitored until the 30 minutes is up. Kneeling down, he unlocked the bindings of the straight jacket so the man could make use of his hands for this task.
The man slowly turned around, looking down at his dinner of lamb chops, soup, and a glass of water, and then averted his gaze to the doctor.
"Tell me doctor," Carmichael spoke slowly, looking at him with an unusual calm. "Have you ever heard the story of Humpty Dumpty?"
Bewildered at this question, the warden supposed that it's simple enough to answer. "Er…yes. Yes I have. Why do you ask?"
With a small smirk coming across his face, Carmichael then flung the bowl of hot soup on to the warden's face, causing him to scream, backing up against the padded wall.
"Humpty Dumpty stood up on the wall." Carmichael said in a calm, eerie voice. With the dinner tray in his hands, he then slammed it as hard as he could on to the warden's head, knocking him to the floor unconscious. "Humpty Dumpty had a great fall."
As he had done so in Trixville Asylum, he changed his clothes in to the warden's own. Obtaining the key card as well as the dinner tray, he slowly left the padded cell, eyeing him.
"All the king's horses and all the king's men. Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again."
Whistling a soft tune as he walked down the halls, he simply placed his head down in order to go unnoticed.
First of all, I would like to thank you guys very much for leaving your feedback on my stories. It's been deeply appreciated. Second of all, I'm up for any fairy tale suggestions for my next work. Keep in mind that I'm not familiar with all fairy tales known (especially if you read the Brothers' Grimm smile) so if you suggest a not well known fairy tale, please give me a summary of it and I'll see what I can do. Thanks.