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Psychiatric Help?
The man wandered casually into the doctors office and lay down on the correct position on the lounge, just enough to the left that it was easy for the doctor to see him, but hard for the patient to see the doctor. He had bright white hair and scars wherever you cared to look. The doctor looked at him nervously. It was a well known fact that this patient had an appointment exactly once a month at exactly the same day and time, and that for all accounts he was a model patient. However, nobody wanted his case. He had been right through the staff at this clinic, and none of the psychiatrists would touch him with a ten foot pole. The only reason that the doctor was currently in the room was because he was new and some of the older doctors believed in trials by fire.
"Good Morning" remarked the doctor in his almost breathy professional tone. His Instructors had remarked on his tone, had called it perfect for his profession. It made them want to talk they said, to tell him all of the intimate secrets they had. The Doctor had recoiled at the idea of his instructors intimate secrets but had accepted the praise gladly. After all he was a wonderful doctor. Top in his class. He would have this recalient patient under control in no time. Really, it wasn't the older doctors' fault. They simply had not had the up to date training that he had received. He could pity them really.
The doctor turned to the patient.
"So." He slid out in his most mellow and breathy professional tone "How are we today" This statement was not a question. He knew how the patient was. He was insane. Totally crackers. It was really just a starting point; he neither wanted nor required an answer. Unfortunately for his professional composure, he got one.
"We?"
"Ah, yes" the doctor faltered "ass in the communal 'we' that is used in the doctors' profession…" He trailed off as pale golden eyes encased in dead white skin regarded him with the sort of lethal concentration that is usually used most often by large bird of prey that have found something small and scurrying on the ground that will shortly be their dinner.
"Communal?"
The patients' tone of voice had lowered an octave, and where it had been a light tenor before, it has now dropped into a note range that could only really be termed as threatening.
"Umm, yes, communal…as in all of the patients that those of us who are doctors swore on the bible to help…" The doctor trailed off again receiving the strange and uncomfortable feeling that with his last statement had merely dropped himself further into a dark and dangerous hole, which was going to be a whole lot more difficult to get out of than it had been to get in.
"Bible?"
The voice had deepened again and had an uncomfortable rasp, as if the mere saying of the word he had just uttered had hurt him deeply somewhere inside his twisted psyche. The patient turned his head further to the side so that he could look the doctor up and down. The Doctor had the horrible felling that the patient knew a lot about hurting people, and that the patient had just added his name to the list of people he would like to hurt in the near future. He tried again:
"Yes, the Bible!" he squeaked brightly, completely forgetting to mellow and breathy-ise his voice. Without it his voice was unattractive, the kind of person you wouldn't enjoy talking to on the phone.
"When we become doctors we swear an oath to God and man on the Bible…" The doctor suddenly had a niggly feeling he had just said something very, very wrong as the Patient sat up and turned to look at him fully, pinning him back in his chair with a gaze so purely incensed, the doctor could have sworn that he could see red and orange flames dancing deep in his black pupils. The patients demeanor had changed from annoyed passive to outright threatening and his face was tensed into a considering frown. The frown seemed to be considering how quickly the Doctor could be sent into the realm of death.
"God?"
The doctor was attempting to clamber backwards over his squashy and comfortable lounge chair to get away from his patient who was leaning forward from his hard and uncomfortable couch.
"Yes, God! You know… Religion, priests, nuns, worshiping all that jazz. Belief and faith, man!" The patients eyes had narrowed more at each word of the doctor's litany and he was now regarding the doctor through mere slits with the sort of expression the would not have gone astray on Hannibal Lecter
"Faith?"
The doctor was sweating profusely. He was trained…patients weren't supposed to scare him, he knew how to deal with them…fix them. His mental litany was not dispersing the heavy feeling of doom that was emanating from the pale skinned man that was on the couch before him and the doctor was highly aware that he was the other person in the room. If the man exploded he would explode at him. He would hurt him. He would kill HIM. The person who would never see his parents again or kiss his girlfriend or even eat ice-cream. That was HIM! The patient moved on the couch. The doctor regarded the man for a few second then the scream that was resounding in his head broke through the mental barriers and echoed around the grey room.
"Pleasedon'thurtmekillmemarkme! LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME…he trailed off into a disconsolate wail then started crying in earnest. The patient, who had merely been readjusting his position, stared down at him for a few moments then shrugged, walking out of the room. He stopped at the front desk where a tall dark haired man with glasses was standing, speaking to the receptionist in Japanese with a sight undertone of an American accent.
"Do you want him at the same time next week?" The tall man asked, totally ignoring both the patient and the screams that were emanating from the consulting room he had just exited. The receptionist paled, but was saved by the doctor who ran the clinic who had walked out of his office to field this very question.
"We are very sorry, but at this time, we do not believe that we can successfully treat your friend with the optimum results. I do believe, however that a transfer to the Imbrito Clinic may be beneficial. You know the one, its right over on the other side of town…"
Psychiatric Help?
The man wandered casually into the doctors office and lay down on the correct position on the lounge, just enough to the left that it was easy for the doctor to see him, but hard for the patient to see the doctor. He had bright white hair and scars wherever you cared to look. The doctor looked at him nervously. It was a well known fact that this patient had an appointment exactly once a month at exactly the same day and time, and that for all accounts he was a model patient. However, nobody wanted his case. He had been right through the staff at this clinic, and none of the psychiatrists would touch him with a ten foot pole. The only reason that the doctor was currently in the room was because he was new and some of the older doctors believed in trials by fire.
"Good Morning" remarked the doctor in his almost breathy professional tone. His Instructors had remarked on his tone, had called it perfect for his profession. It made them want to talk they said, to tell him all of the intimate secrets they had. The Doctor had recoiled at the idea of his instructors intimate secrets but had accepted the praise gladly. After all he was a wonderful doctor. Top in his class. He would have this recalient patient under control in no time. Really, it wasn't the older doctors' fault. They simply had not had the up to date training that he had received. He could pity them really.
The doctor turned to the patient.
"So." He slid out in his most mellow and breathy professional tone "How are we today" This statement was not a question. He knew how the patient was. He was insane. Totally crackers. It was really just a starting point; he neither wanted nor required an answer. Unfortunately for his professional composure, he got one.
"We?"
"Ah, yes" the doctor faltered "ass in the communal 'we' that is used in the doctors' profession…" He trailed off as pale golden eyes encased in dead white skin regarded him with the sort of lethal concentration that is usually used most often by large bird of prey that have found something small and scurrying on the ground that will shortly be their dinner.
"Communal?"
The patients' tone of voice had lowered an octave, and where it had been a light tenor before, it has now dropped into a note range that could only really be termed as threatening.
"Umm, yes, communal…as in all of the patients that those of us who are doctors swore on the bible to help…" The doctor trailed off again receiving the strange and uncomfortable feeling that with his last statement had merely dropped himself further into a dark and dangerous hole, which was going to be a whole lot more difficult to get out of than it had been to get in.
"Bible?"
The voice had deepened again and had an uncomfortable rasp, as if the mere saying of the word he had just uttered had hurt him deeply somewhere inside his twisted psyche. The patient turned his head further to the side so that he could look the doctor up and down. The Doctor had the horrible felling that the patient knew a lot about hurting people, and that the patient had just added his name to the list of people he would like to hurt in the near future. He tried again:
"Yes, the Bible!" he squeaked brightly, completely forgetting to mellow and breathy-ise his voice. Without it his voice was unattractive, the kind of person you wouldn't enjoy talking to on the phone.
"When we become doctors we swear an oath to God and man on the Bible…" The doctor suddenly had a niggly feeling he had just said something very, very wrong as the Patient sat up and turned to look at him fully, pinning him back in his chair with a gaze so purely incensed, the doctor could have sworn that he could see red and orange flames dancing deep in his black pupils. The patients demeanor had changed from annoyed passive to outright threatening and his face was tensed into a considering frown. The frown seemed to be considering how quickly the Doctor could be sent into the realm of death.
"God?"
The doctor was attempting to clamber backwards over his squashy and comfortable lounge chair to get away from his patient who was leaning forward from his hard and uncomfortable couch.
"Yes, God! You know… Religion, priests, nuns, worshiping all that jazz. Belief and faith, man!" The patients eyes had narrowed more at each word of the doctor's litany and he was now regarding the doctor through mere slits with the sort of expression the would not have gone astray on Hannibal Lecter
"Faith?"
The doctor was sweating profusely. He was trained…patients weren't supposed to scare him, he knew how to deal with them…fix them. His mental litany was not dispersing the heavy feeling of doom that was emanating from the pale skinned man that was on the couch before him and the doctor was highly aware that he was the other person in the room. If the man exploded he would explode at him. He would hurt him. He would kill HIM. The person who would never see his parents again or kiss his girlfriend or even eat ice-cream. That was HIM! The patient moved on the couch. The doctor regarded the man for a few second then the scream that was resounding in his head broke through the mental barriers and echoed around the grey room.
"Pleasedon'thurtmekillmemarkme! LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME…he trailed off into a disconsolate wail then started crying in earnest. The patient, who had merely been readjusting his position, stared down at him for a few moments then shrugged, walking out of the room. He stopped at the front desk where a tall dark haired man with glasses was standing, speaking to the receptionist in Japanese with a sight undertone of an American accent.
"Do you want him at the same time next week?" The tall man asked, totally ignoring both the patient and the screams that were emanating from the consulting room he had just exited. The receptionist paled, but was saved by the doctor who ran the clinic who had walked out of his office to field this very question.
"We are very sorry, but at this time, we do not believe that we can successfully treat your friend with the optimum results. I do believe, however that a transfer to the Imbrito Clinic may be beneficial. You know the one, its right over on the other side of town…"