A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS: One Flew Over the Marten's Nest
A Series of Unfortunate Events and all characters are property of HarperCollins. I own all 13 books, but none of the rights. I do own the characters of Moira Tucker and Harlan White. Also, I do not own The Ink Spots, their recordings are property of Universal Music Group.
Violet Baudelaire had allegedly gone insane. There was one man who could even try to cure her.
OCTOBER 7.
OUR LADY OF PEACE MENTAL INSTITUTE
Doctor Harlan White took a long inhalation of his cigarette. Yes, he knew that smoking would kill him. But then again, he was smoking a replica, a word which here means "a version that involved no burning, and was electronic". As for the uncannily convincing cloud of smoke he exhaled- it was CO2. Doctor White reached for Patient File 101- V. Baudelaire.
SEPTEMBER 2.
Violet Baudelaire had been proven insane after she torched a department store display with a homemade flamethrower. Luckily, the judge and jury had deemed her curable- so she had been sentenced to Our Lady of Peace Mental Institute until deemed sane. After all, Harlan White was one of the best psychiatrists in the business- and he had founded the asylum that the patient was being sent to.
OCTOBER 7.
The Ink Spots' "If I Didn't Care" echoed through Doctor White's office. In the good doctor's desk, a fully loaded Luger was in the first drawer to his right. At that moment, Doctor White's telephone rang.
"Hello." Doctor White said. His Dixie accent rolled smoothly.
"Doctor White, there's someone here to see you- one Moira Tucker." The person at the other end announced.
"Never heard of her, Nurse." Doctor White replied.
"She's the new intern." The nurse answered back.
Doctor White told the nurse to send Miss Tucker to his office, and he hung up. A good 90 minutes later, Moira Tucker skipped into Doctor White's office. "I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire" was now playing on the record machine.
"Miss Tucker, I presume?" Doctor White asked.
"That's me!" Moira responded.
Doctor White subconsciously rolled his eyes. He may have liked enthusiasm as much as the next one, but this…this was taking it too far.
"Anyways, I like working with people who've lost their minds. I think I can help the patients find them!" Moira continued.
Doctor White tried not to groan at this. Enthusiasm was one thing- this was down and out cheeriness. Just then, an idea came to his brain.
"Miss Tucker, would you kindly go down to Electroshock Therapy?" Doctor White asked.
Moira Tucker skipped on out, saying something about Jack Nicholson. When she was a safe distance away, Doctor Harlan White let loose a groan.
"THE SHOCK SHOP." This sign was the third ugliest the author has ever seen. The sign above the room known as the "Electroshock Therapy Ward" and displaying the nickname that the patients had given it was made out of rusted corrugated metal, with the words having been done in neon green paint.
Moira Tucker arrived at Electroshock Therapy some time later. In her extremely eccentric mind, she started to think of something that would brighten up the patients.
OCTOBER 8.
Doctor Harlan White looked at the calendar. It was a Tuesday, and he had scheduled an appointment with his newest patient- Violet Baudelaire.
"Good morning, Doctor White!" A familiar voice announced.
Doctor White looked up- Moira Tucker had brought the patient into his office. A few minutes later, the first session began.
"Miss Baudelaire, have you experienced any trauma in your life?" Doctor White asked.