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MEDICAL FILE OF Patient 11

A Percy Jackson fic

File I history, first session, And notices after that

Name: UNKOWN

Age: Pre-teen or early teen

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 127 LBS.

Diagnoses: Schizophrenia, Sunburn, Cuts, and Minor fractures in right humorous

Paid for by: Mr. C. Brunner and Mr. D. Dy.

Notes: Patient was found in Illinois and immediately brought to the psychiatric clinic for treatment. When first brought in he was ranting about skulls, horrible monsters eating his insides, and a terrible blackness. He was treated til stable. Then we were asked by a Mr. C. Brunner to begin therapist sessions. He was skeptical that the patient would ever get rid of the worse madness.

Despite the treatment patient was bedridden for two months before being stable enough to talk about who he was. Session one was taped then the talking and movements were put on paper. This file can only be accessed by his doctors, C. Brunner, or D. Dy.

Dr. Fender, Physiatrist

The Session

Dr. Fender: Hello.

Teen: Hi (Nervously)

Dr. Fender: I am Dr. Fender you are very sick in the head. Would you mind if I asked a few questions?

Teen: Yes.

Fender: I might be able to help.

Teen: No.

Fender: Alright then I guess you'll never get better.

Teen: Wait! O.K.

Fender: Good. Now lets begin by asking your name.

Teen: I don't know my name. (sadly)

Fender: You don't know your own name?

Teen: No….

Fender: Well this is serious. Could you tell me your age?

Teen: No.

Fender: How about your fam..

Teen: I'm an orphan.

Fender: O.K. are you sure?

Teen: Yes.

Fender: I see and am very sorry, But life goes on. Where did you live?

Teen: On a ship.

Fender: Mmmm… Now who owned the ship.

Teen: Luke.

Fender: And who is this Luke?

Teen: Luke is the general.

Fender: What do you mean general?

Teen: He is the supreme master.

Fender: Of what?

Teen: Soon you will all know the power of our army. (laughs insanely)

The teen pulls a weapon from no where and attacks Fender he is unharmed.

Fender: What the Hell! (Presses button) Help! Guards he's trying to kill me! Oh damn! Damnit all!

The teen takes another strike at Fender before breaking a window. He jumps into a tree. He yells and falls off. Meanwhile the security team comes to Fenders aid.

Fender: Security help! He ran outside, oh please take him away.

Security: Yes sir.

Security goes outside inspects the still body of the teen and notice that he is o.k. but unconscious.

Letter of Resignation for Dr. Fender

After the unpleasant nature of my last session here I am leaving this establishment for good. Consider this as a forum of resignation.

I have tried to help people who were beyond help. I have realized that it is impossible. I have only given them some human thoughts back. And recently one tried to kill me. He was over the edge, for there is a thick line in between humanity and insanity. He crossed it. Was it my fault? I will never know but I quit. This job is to much for me now. I shall find a new job soon.

Farwell,

Remold Fender

Remold Fender