Topic: Saint Dymphna's Hospital

TheGypsysOmen

Date: 2016-07-11 19:09 EST
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Saint Dymphna (also: Dympna, Dimpna, Damhnait, Damnat, from Gaelic Damh=stag and ait=little, i.e. "fawn".) (pronounced "Dimf-nah") is a Christian saint. According to tradition, she lived in the 7th century and was the daughter of a pagan Irish king and his Christian wife. She was murdered by her father.

The story of Saint Dymphna was first recorded in the 13th century by a canon of the Church of St. Aubert at Cambrai, France. It was commissioned by Guiard of Laon (1238?1248), the Bishop of Cambrai.

The author expressly stated that his work was based upon a long-standing oral tradition and a persuasive history of miraculous healings of the mentally ill.

According to Christian tradition, Dymphna was born in Ireland in the 7th century. Dymphna's father Damon, a petty king of Oriel, was a pagan, but her mother was a devout Christian.

When Dymphna was 14 years old, she consecrated herself to Christ and took a vow of chastity. Shortly thereafter, her mother died. Damon had loved his wife deeply, and in the aftermath of her death his mental health sharply deteriorated. Eventually the king's counsellors pressed him to remarry. Damon agreed, but only on the condition that his bride would be as beautiful as his deceased wife. After searching fruitlessly, Damon began to desire his daughter because of her strong resemblance to her mother.

When Dymphna learned of her father's intentions she swore to uphold her vows, and fled his court along with her confessor Father Gerebernus, two trusted servants and the king's fool. Together they sailed towards the continent, eventually landing in what is present-day Belgium, where they took refuge in the town of Geel.

One tradition states that once settled in Geel, St. Dymphna built a hospice for the poor and sick of the region. However, it was through the use of her wealth that her father would eventually ascertain her whereabouts, as some of the coins used enabled her father to trace them to Belgium. Damon sent his agents to pursue his daughter and her companions. When their hiding place was discovered, Damon travelled to Geel to recover his daughter. Damon ordered his soldiers to kill Father Gerebernus and tried to force Dymphna to return with him to Ireland, but she resisted. Furious, Damon drew his sword and struck off his daughter's head. She was said to have been 15 years old when she died. After Dymphna and Gerebernus were martyred, the residents of Geel buried them in a nearby cave. Years later, they decided to move the remains to a more suitable location. It is rumored that some of her remains lie in a vault in Rhydin's Saint Dymphna's Hospital.

St. Dymphna is the patron saint of the nervous, emotionally disturbed, mentally ill, and those who suffer neurological disorders - and, consequently, of psychologists, psychiatrists, and neurologists. She is also the patron saint of victims of incest.

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TheGypsysOmen

Date: 2016-07-11 20:30 EST
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Today, Saint Dymphna's Hospital is a 342-bed non-profit acute care hospital with the latest technology and advanced services, from family care to cardiac and neurosurgery.

In 1910, Rhydin Dockside was a rapidly expanding community, with little access to quality medical facilities as well as quality care for the mentally afflicted. It was then that Dr. Harold Goodlow, a well-respected and highly-credentialed local surgeon, approached Father Albert Garrigan, pastor of Saint Dymphna's Catholic Church, with his dream for a first-class hospital. He had personally experienced the level of care and compassion provided by the Franciscan Sisters who operated the Catholic St. Anne's Hospital in Concord, New York. That level of care - for body, mind and spirit - was Dr. Goodlow's vision for Rhydin's Dockside.

On October 10, 1929, Rhydin Governor Rudolph Haigh laid the cornerstone of the new hospital and convent. It was named to honor A young Irish princess named Dymphna. Who's courage to attempt to escape the tyranny of her mad father and the using of her wealth to build a hospital to care for the sick and disabled later earned her the title of "Saint Dymphna".

The original hospital was 125 beds. It included five surgery rooms, an operating theater for observation and teaching, six solariums, well-equipped clinical laboratories, a special ward for the mentally ill, special treatment and X-ray rooms, and modern kitchens.

These original facilities served Rhydin Dockside's needs until the early 1950s. In 1956, another collaborative community fund-raising campaign was launched to add space for more than 120 additional beds.

More major construction took place in 1970 when a nursing tower and health care center was completed. Twenty years later, in 1990, a six-story patient tower was built, adding the O'Donnell Conference Center and a new cafeteria, as well as Outpatient Services. In 2002, changes included the addition of a Critical Care Unit - Ballard Center for Advanced Care - and an expanded psychiatric ward and a new wing for neurosurgery.

Today, Saint Dymphna's is a 342-bed non-profit acute care hospital with the latest technology and advanced services, from family care to neurosurgery . Dr. Goodlow's dream of a first-class hospital, with care and compassion, has become a reality. Guided by the Sisters of The Divine Mercy Of The Immaculate Heart, ours is a culture based on a strong set of core values, driven by a mission of service, and expressed through our compassion and care of body, mind and spirit.

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TheGypsysOmen

Date: 2016-10-28 15:29 EST
2:00 AM

Ewan would never think he would actually be a relieved to return to his place of work. He realized however that perhaps it would be welcome after the sordid past events of the last month or so. Maybe the gypsy could get his mind back together after everything that was going on. Things hadn't worked out like he had figured they would. Perhaps he was a fool to be so optimistic about it. He had been wrong. It wouldn't be the first time. Ewan tried not to reflect on it as he stood in the empty bathroom near the Security office. The rest room was of white aged tile and had a very sterile feel to it. The urinals and stalls didn't reek of body fluids for once however to his nose the place still smelled foul. He was lathering up his hands with the soap from the dispenser. He let the water run and washed his hands before he looked into the mirror.

The reflection looking back to him didn't look half dead to be certain. However there was a haunted look in those aquamarine eyes. As if there was a terrible pain lay in those ocean like depths. Words, feelings that would forever lay buried. Things he would remind himself to never ever speak of again. However there was that glance to the gold ring on his finger. It was still there, it always would be. He would never ever remove it. His glance quickly shifted upwards however back towards his reflection

"Stiff upper lip, yew." The thin man told the reflection staring back at him. With that he dried his hands and made his way out of the bathroom and back into the Security office. The room lay down a stretch of hallway on the main floor. Somber colored in it's steel cold greys. It felt almost more like a prison than a section of the hospital. Ironically the Security Office was right across from the morgue. He opened the door after unlocking it and stepped inside closing the door behind him. It was the late shift he had taken. The shift that no one wanted. Not just because of the hours. There were also the rumors that the strangest things happened at night. Ewan didn't mind. He would rather be working late. Avoiding the usual people and keeping to himself. He was careful not to make friends at work. He was cordial and did his job but he wasn't there to make friends. Get his paycheck and go. That had always been his motto and so it remained.

Once he had taken his seat at the desk, he focused on the screens which served as security cameras installed through out the hospital. There were two other guards on shift tonight. Ewan wasn't worried. A werewolf, a vampire and a half demon seemed to be a perfect team if any situation arose. Thankfully the three got along well enough. Ewan flipped from screen to the screen. There were no calls from the dispatch this far. Everything seemed to be in order. It wasn't exactly a rarity but it did feel strange when it was too quiet. Ewan reflected on this and turned the small black radio on which played a jazzy little 1920s number.

When night is creepin'
And I should be sleepin' in bed
If you were peepin'
You'd find that I'm weepin' instead
My lovin' daddy left his baby again
Said he'd come back but he forgot to say when
Night after night, I'm cryin'
Daddy, won't you please come home?
Daddy, won't you please come home?
I'm so lonesome
No one can fill that vacant chair
Home isn't home when you're not there
No need to knock, the door is open for you
Please, daddy
Even the clock keeps tickin'
Daddy, won't you please come home?
Daddy, do you have to roam so very long?
There's lots of other new sheiks
Who would like to be sheikin'
Haven't slipped yet but I'm liable to weaken
Daddy, daddy, won't you please come home?
Please, daddy
Even the clock keeps tickin'
Daddy, won't you please come home?
Daddy, do you have to roam so very long?
There's lots of other new sheiks
Who would like to be sheikin'
Haven't slipped yet but I'm liable to weaken
Daddy, daddy, won't you please come home?

The lyrics weren't lost on Ewan and he smirked slightly. However the tune was a welcome reprieve from the silence. He continued his vigil over the security cameras. Something catching his eye when he looked over the footage of the morgue. He had witnessed a body covered in a sheet laying on the table in one frame. The next frame he noted the body was no longer there. There was a three second delay in the cameras and anything could happen in those three seconds. However no sooner had he moved out of the seat then he had received a call from the dispatcher.

"We have some activity in the morgue, Ewan. Another live one as it were."
The voice on the end was female and carried a very distinct upper class English accent. A voice that would not be at all out of place in an Elizabethan period drama.

"I'm ri' on it, Agnes. Headin' t' the morgue ri' now." Ewan replied and true to his word the opened the door to the very last place he wanted to step into and made his way inside. If anything the last few months as well as the entirety of his existence made it so that nothing surprised him. However there were notable exceptions and tonight would seem to prove no different.

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TheGypsysOmen

Date: 2016-11-05 11:49 EST
The air was like ice when Ewan made his entrance into the morgue. Senses on high alert and his eyes kept careful vigilance upon their surroundings. The lights flickered on and off as the Romany carefully made his way full into the room. He thought he had heard the sound of sobbing carrying off in the distance. It sounded almost hushed like the low keening one makes when trying to force back a good cry. Ewan wasn't so sure if that was what he was really hearing or if his mind was playing tricks on him. It wouldn't be the first time and it definitely wouldn't be the last. He certainly didn't trust his mind very much anymore. His senses however were a different story. He scented the air not catching any scent that would seem out of order as he approached the empty operating table. All that was left was a sheet. A sheet where a body once lay beneath.

There was nothing there. No sign that was anything that remained. No evidence that the body got up and walked off. It was as if the body had never existed at all. One would think it impossible but this was Rhydin however and everything and anything was possible. No footprints, it was like whatever had been in the room had been erased. Another thing was where was the doctor? The mortician? He wasn't sure what was happening or what was going on.

"Agnes, ye copy?" Ewan had grabbed his communicator from his belt. He was trying to wrap his head around this strange situation.

"Copy that, Ewan. What's going on?" The proper English accented voice asked on the other end. Was that a trace of worry that the Gypsy detected?

"There's no trace o' anythin' here. It's not even a live one. The body's vanished Agnes. No scent left. No footprints. Nuthin'."

"You are telling me another body has vanished?" Agnes sounded exasperated on the other end. Calm but exasperated.

"Another? Yer tellin' me this is a common occurrence?" Ewan couldn't help the edge in his voice. How much had happened since he had taken time off from work? Why had no one bothered to fill him in on this little bit of information? What else didn't he know?

"There's also been reports of bodies vanishing from Rhydin General Hospital." Agnes explained.

"Would have been grand if ye lot had explained all of this to me before hand. Any leads as t' why? And whot 'r' we going to do about this?" Ewan was already coming up with some ideas. Needless to say he was not pleased at this whole scenario. So many questions that no wanted to answer. There was something bigger than this. He was sure. Something was being kept secret but why? For what purpose?

"Ewan just s--" Agnes started to explain but she never got to finish. The communicator was cut off followed by static.

"Bloo'day all" Ewan grumbled. The communicator was unresponsive until there was a voice that came through the static.

"They are coming for you, wolf. They will find you. You will never see her again. The clock is ticking away. Tick tock tick tock." The voice on the other end was child like. Androgynous was an apt description as well. Lilting and very playful at that. As if this was all some kind of game. Before Ewan had a chance to respond. The static was gone as well as the voice. Maybe he should have been scared looking back on it but he was more angry than anything else. He did not like this. Not at all. What the hell was that? It certainly wasn't Agnes. He started to make steps towards the door.

"Get out of there, Ewan. If you are still there. We can call for back up later in the meantime get out." Agnes' voice was back on the intercom and it sounded urgent.

"There's no tellin' me twice." Ewan admitted and he was out of the morgue in a fraction of a second. The door closed behind him quickly. His mind taking all this in. Admittedly he was more disturbed by the child like voice on the communicator than the issue of the vanishing body. Although that was quite disturbing in itself. None of this was making sense. However, maybe it did. Thinking on this as he walked down the hallway and back to the Security office he had quite a few things to figure out. If it was a fight they wanted from him well he wasn't about to go down without taking someone with him. That was for sure. Another thing was for certain. Luke was going to get an earful.