Author's Note: Enjoy the new chapter! I'd really appreciate it if you'd review, but it's your choice. And thank you to those who have already done so! Sorry it took me a little while longer to get the new chapter up (Ok… I had a slight case of writer's block).k

Also, I sent in a request for a Psycho category months ago and nothing! Ok, I know this isn't the largest fandom, but there are categories out there with only one story!

Rebecca arrived back at her small apartment at around eight o'clock in the morning after working her seven p.m. to seven a.m. shift. Before going to bed, she fixed herself a simple breakfast and decided to call her mother. After dialing her number as fast she could, the phone began to ring.



"Rebecca! Honey it's so good to hear from you! Is everything all right?"

"Everything's fine, don't worry! I'm just calling to say 'hi' that's all."

"You don't sound too sure about that, sweetie." Rebecca didn't answer her and her mother continued, "Come on, talk to me. What's wrong?"

"I just miss you guys, Fairvale's a lot different than back home."

"We all miss you, too. We're sad that you aren't able to make it back home for Christmas."

"I know, I couldn't get enough time off from work and even if I did, I don't have the money."

"We could have chipped in," her mother started. "You should really try to find a job somewhere else. How can you have a life with a twelve-hour shift five days a week?

"I couldn't get the time off to come home and the pay is better at the asylum than at any other hospital, also not many nurses want to work there," Rebecca explained. "Listen Mom, I'd better go. I just got off of work and I'm exhausted."

"Okay…" her mother stretched in that familiar tone of voice that she loved.

"I love you."

"I love you, too sweetie."

"Bye Momma."

"Bye-bye sweetie." Rebecca hung up the phone and went to bed after making sure her dark curtains were closed to keep out the sunlight. She settled into her bed and let sleep consume her with more than welcome arms. When her alarm went off at five that evening, she took a shower and got ready for her day.

Christmas had gone by and Norman was still lashing out as his mother, however they were starting to become less frequent. He still refused to come out of his room and when he needed to go see his psychotherapist, the orderlies had to drag him out forcefully. It even got to the point where they had to drag him out for his meals, but the staff was determined.

"Rebecca," Martha called out to her from down the hall.

"Hi Martha, how are you?" Rebecca smiled at her.

"I'm doing ok, I was wondering if I could ask you something?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"My daughter has come down with a case of the chicken pox and she needs someone to be home with her. My husband can't change his shifts and I was wondering if you would mind switching with me?"

"That'd be fine, no problem," she quickly replied in a slightly annoyed manner.

"You'd have to work a double, though," Martha mumbled to her nervously.

"I'll be honest, it's not going to be pleasant, but your little girl needs you at home with her in the day so I'll just deal with it." Rebecca honestly didn't want to, but how could she say no to a mother wanting to be home with her sick child?

"Thank you so much Rebecca!" Martha exclaimed while pulling her into a great big hug.

"You're welcome, now you need to get going!" She urged her to get going soon.

"Thank you so much! I really appreciate this!" After accepting many praises of gratitude, Rebecca started her shift by checking up on Norman.

While walking down the hall, she began fumbling through her ring of keys for the one to Norman's room. Upon stopping at the right door, she knocked before unlocking it and entering.

"Norman?" Sitting quietly in the corner, he solemnly replied,


"How was your day today?" She asked him while cautiously stepping towards him.

"Fine." Gently, Rebecca placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze.

"Yeah? Well how about we go into the lounge and do something?" she coaxed. Norman shook his head 'no.' "Everybody else is in the activities' room, it'll be just you and me. How's that sound to you?" He slowly turned his head to face her and shrugged. "Come on, let's go!"

Rebecca grabbed his arm to pull him up and led him towards the door to his room. Though he hesitated at first, he looked over at the young lady on his arm and took a step outside of his room.

"This is great! Doesn't it feel nice to get out of your room?" She smiled and soon added with a laugh, "When you don't have to go see a doctor?"

They arrived in the lounge and Rebecca noticed Norman quickly scanning the place.

"Do you see anything that catches your eye?" She let go of his arm and slowly; Norman made his way over to the far side of the room where a large piano sat in the corner. Cautiously, he ran his fingers over the ivory keys and took a seat at the bench. Before she could even ask if he could play, an easing tune filled her ears as she watched his knowing hands hit each key precisely.

As the tune ended, Norman slowly looked up at the young woman and quickly mumbled an apology. He stood up from the bench and began walking towards the door.

"Norman, no!" Rebecca grasped onto his arm and smiled sweetly, "That was beautiful, do you know any other songs?" He nodded affirmatively, before he walked back over to the piano.

Yet another song rang through the air, Rebecca walked up behind Norman and placed a hand on his shoulder. She gave it a gentle squeeze, but just as quickly, the music stopped.

"You wretched girl! I thought I told you to keep your hands off of my son! Go! Get away!" This sudden change startled Rebecca and she instinctively jumped back. There was something different about the look in Norman's eyes, his face held a cold glare and his fists were clenched tightly.

"Norman, please stop this. Your mother isn't here, it's just you and me," she spoke to him (as calmly as she could). Her professionalism disappeared once Norman stood and began walking towards her; the pure look of malice was in his eyes.

"I knew from the moment I first saw you that you were an insensate excuse for a person." He soon closed the gap between the two of them, seeming desperate to put her in her place, his tall frame looming over hers. Without warning, his eyes appeared to have rolled into the back of his head and he fell forward, landing on Rebecca, bringing her to the floor.

"Norman!" She exclaimed as she rolled him off of her and onto the floor, checked his breathing and then his pulse. Keys in hand, she ran over to the small, locked nurses' station in the lounge and picked up the phone. "Yes, I'm in the patient lounge with Norman Bates and he's fainted, I need a couple of orderlies in here with a gurney and I need you to alert the on-call doctor. Thank you," she hung up the phone and rushed over to Norman's side. "Norman?" Rebecca caressed his cheek, hoping that this wasn't serious.

Two orderlies soon arrived in the lounge and they lowered the gurney as close to the floor as it could go before placing Norman on it. Quickly raising it back up, Rebecca led them to the urgent care room where Doctor Gavin was waiting.

"What happened?" He questioned Rebecca while wrapping a blood pressure cuff around Norman's arm.

"I took Norman to the lounge and he began to play the piano, soon after he had one of his episodes, he came towards me and suddenly fainted," she rushed out of her mouth.

"You took him out of his room?"

"He went willingly," she pointed out.


"Yes, Doctor." He continued to do a routine check up on the unconscious Norman, having been told that he had landed on the young nurse; there was no need to check for a concussion.

"Everything appears to be fine, but just to be safe why don't you draw a blood sample to take to the lab?"

"Yes, Doctor," Rebecca walked over to a cupboard and took out a sterile syringe. After having an orderly standing ready to restrain the patient if awoken, she wrapped a tourniquet around his left bicep before checking for the pulse of the vein. Swiftly, the needle found the vein and blood began to fill the syringe. She placed a cotton ball at the end of the needle and then removed it.

"Would you like me to take him back to his room?" The orderly asked her while taping the cotton ball down on Norman's arm.

"Could you, Jamie? Thanks, I'm going to run this to the lab."

The rest of the night drug on, nothing particularly exciting happening and Norman was given a sedative to put him to sleep. It was about four o'clock in the morning when Rebecca went to the main nurses' station, hoping to catch a couple hours of sleep on the couch in the back room before she had to work her second consecutive shift. Lying down on the small couch and wrapping the throw blanket around herself, she soon wandered off to sleep.