Disclaimer: Jin Kazama is a property of Namco.
Screams of insanity come out from dark corners - at least, that's what it seems like. I walked through the halls cautiously, as if expecting some mad man to come out from those shadows any minute and attack me. I knew I was being silly, but that feeling of paranoia lingered no matter how hard I tried to suppress it. At last, I finally arrived at the designated room. The patient's real name was unknown. The only name he gave us was what the doctors had come to address him by - Jin.
Jin had been found wandering around the outskirts of the city. When the police had found him, he was babbling something incoherently about the devil. Of course, they dropped him here where he was diagnosed as a schizophrenic.
He had no information on him - nothing that told us about his real identity. When asked about his family he would once again go into his talk about the supernatural.
I entered his room quietly. He was sitting on the bed with his knees bent upwards, his head against the wall staring blankly at the opposite end of the room. He was dressed with the clean white garments that the hospital provided for him.
"Hello Jin, how are we feeling today?"
Nothing. Not even a gesture.
I take a seat at a chair next to the bed. After a long moment of silence, he suddenly raises his voice.
"How would you feel if you had the devil inside of you?"
His glare unsettled me for a bit until I finally regained my composure.
"Is the devil telling you to do things Jin?"
His eyes widened even more than it already had; and his tone became angrier. He began with his teeth clenched.
"No one is telling me what to do. I'm not hearing voices. I'm saying the devil is inside me; I am the devil!"
Part of my mind was taking a note of where the door was. In some cases, patient would get physically violent. I was about ready to run for it and call for security. I decided not to be hasty though, and tried my hand at calming him down.
"You mean you have a dark side. We all have that Jin…"
I tried hard to hide the distress in my voice. He looked away and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and started reciting a prayer. Don't ask me which, I wouldn't know. But as he was doing this, he was rocking to and fro on the bed.
After a few more minutes of listening to him repeat the same prayer over and over again, I started to get up and headed for the door. Our sessions usually ended early. And this day would be no different. I was about to open the door when Jin called out from behind.
"What's your name?"
I looked back startled for a bit. I didn't think he was going to talk to me anymore that day.
"I've told you my name before Jin, I'm Dr. Sandoval."
He looked up at me with dark sad eyes.
"I mean your name, what do your friends and family call you?"
I hesitated for a brief second then smiled.
"June, my name is June."
He lightly laughed.
"My mother's name was Jun."
I walked back towards the chair and sat back down.
"Really? Tell me more about her. Where is she now?"
"Dead…"
He whispered as he looked away from me again.
"Look, Doctor, I know you're only trying to help but it won't do any good. You can't help me. It would be better if you just left me alone."
author's note: inspiration for this story (other than Tekken, of course) is Hellshock vol. 2 (Jae Lee, why have you forsaken us!?)
Screams of insanity come out from dark corners - at least, that's what it seems like. I walked through the halls cautiously, as if expecting some mad man to come out from those shadows any minute and attack me. I knew I was being silly, but that feeling of paranoia lingered no matter how hard I tried to suppress it. At last, I finally arrived at the designated room. The patient's real name was unknown. The only name he gave us was what the doctors had come to address him by - Jin.
Jin had been found wandering around the outskirts of the city. When the police had found him, he was babbling something incoherently about the devil. Of course, they dropped him here where he was diagnosed as a schizophrenic.
He had no information on him - nothing that told us about his real identity. When asked about his family he would once again go into his talk about the supernatural.
I entered his room quietly. He was sitting on the bed with his knees bent upwards, his head against the wall staring blankly at the opposite end of the room. He was dressed with the clean white garments that the hospital provided for him.
"Hello Jin, how are we feeling today?"
Nothing. Not even a gesture.
I take a seat at a chair next to the bed. After a long moment of silence, he suddenly raises his voice.
"How would you feel if you had the devil inside of you?"
His glare unsettled me for a bit until I finally regained my composure.
"Is the devil telling you to do things Jin?"
His eyes widened even more than it already had; and his tone became angrier. He began with his teeth clenched.
"No one is telling me what to do. I'm not hearing voices. I'm saying the devil is inside me; I am the devil!"
Part of my mind was taking a note of where the door was. In some cases, patient would get physically violent. I was about ready to run for it and call for security. I decided not to be hasty though, and tried my hand at calming him down.
"You mean you have a dark side. We all have that Jin…"
I tried hard to hide the distress in my voice. He looked away and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and started reciting a prayer. Don't ask me which, I wouldn't know. But as he was doing this, he was rocking to and fro on the bed.
After a few more minutes of listening to him repeat the same prayer over and over again, I started to get up and headed for the door. Our sessions usually ended early. And this day would be no different. I was about to open the door when Jin called out from behind.
"What's your name?"
I looked back startled for a bit. I didn't think he was going to talk to me anymore that day.
"I've told you my name before Jin, I'm Dr. Sandoval."
He looked up at me with dark sad eyes.
"I mean your name, what do your friends and family call you?"
I hesitated for a brief second then smiled.
"June, my name is June."
He lightly laughed.
"My mother's name was Jun."
I walked back towards the chair and sat back down.
"Really? Tell me more about her. Where is she now?"
"Dead…"
He whispered as he looked away from me again.
"Look, Doctor, I know you're only trying to help but it won't do any good. You can't help me. It would be better if you just left me alone."
author's note: inspiration for this story (other than Tekken, of course) is Hellshock vol. 2 (Jae Lee, why have you forsaken us!?)