Cell
by Shadowesque13
Rating: PG
Genre: Drama
Summary: One-shot--"Oh, save your pity for the real nutters here. Compared to some of them, he's rather sane."
Dis: YGO! (c) Kazuki Takahashi (and since I didn't give either of my two people here names, it's not like I care about (c)-ing them. )
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He was running, sprinting down the halls. Had to get away, just had to. It was all wrong. They couldn't understand, and neither could he. The doors flew by. Large, foreboding, metal ones. Giant padlocks on cold handles. Door after door down the hall. The voices only grew louder. Why couldn't he get away?
He tripped. His face hit hard tile flooring, scraping along until he came to a stop. The voices stopped; the figures came. The three looked the same, but what exactly they looked like, he couldn't say. They said words, but he couldn't make them out. He was being dragged back down the hall he was trying to flee. Their grip was unbreakable. He screamed. He thrashed. He didn't want to go back, but they didn't listen to him.
"What do you suppose he's dreaming about?" A man and woman, both adorned in white coats, watched the one within writhe and whimper in his sleep through the plexi-glass.
The man shrugged while she made a few notes on a clipboard. "The same thing, I guess. He normally looks like that when he sleeps now. He never tells anyone his dreams."
"The poor man..."
"Oh, save your pity for the real nutters here. Compared to some of them, he's rather sane. I've learned to just look at it in a medical way."
"Hm, I suppose this job makes it so you have to think like that after a while..." She made a few more marks on the page by the name--Patient #9312-Kaiba, Seto.
"Come on, we'd better finish rounds before eleven. We could get something to eat later, if you're interested."
"Sounds good." The two doctors moved on to the next room and left him to his dreams.