Michelle noticed that patient number 1889 didn't care that she came
into the room. He remained in his chair with his eyes facing the
plexiglass table in front of him. He was leaning on it and lost in
thought, but Michelle couldn't interview the patient, in hopes to cure him,
if she didn't talk to him. "Hello," she told him as cheerful as she could
be. The patient lifted his head up to look at her, and Michelle saw there
was conflict within his eyes. 'Poor guy,' she thought.
"I am Dr. Englehart, I will be talking with you today." Michelle said. She sat down in front of the patient and noticed that even though he was very rough looking, there was a handsome quality to him. His eyes darkened a little and searched her face to see if she was there to help him or not. Michelle took a mental note of his suspicious behavior, which is a sign of schizophrenia, as well as his lack of socializing.
Michelle set her chart down and asked, "Who are you?"
The man looked up at her, still suspicious of her, and took a deep breath. "I am Gabriel Van Helsing." His answer had no emotion in it, but Michelle accepted it anyway.
"What is your occupation?" Michelle asked as she put her hands together in front of her.
The man took a deep breath then said, "I am a monster slayer, a Knight of the Holy Order."
Michelle nodded and kept from laughing. She had learned years ago that laughing was not an option in her profession. It angers the patients, and that puts the doctor at risk of bodily harm from the patient. 'He is just unstable,' she thought. 'These are delusions he is having.' She leaned closer to him. "What year is it?"
The man looked down at the table as he thought hard about the question. His mind was fuzzy, and he couldn't grasp the information that he knew was there. Finally, there was a look of success upon his face. "It is 1889," he replied, and he noticed Michelle raise her eyebrows.
"Mr...Van Helsing." Michelle said to him. "How long have you believed it was 1889?"
Gabriel stared her in the eyes, and Michelle knew that he wasn't going to give that easy. "It is 1889," he told her.
Michelle scratched at her head, a nervous habit she had, then stopped. "It is not 1889, Mr. Van Helsing," she told him gently.
Gabriel looked at her with shock. He shook his head. "No, it is 1889. I just cannot remember where I am suppose to be." He leaned over the table a little, and Michelle leaned back. He saw her lean back, and he sighed. "It has to be 1889."
Michelle took a deep breath. "Mr. Van Helsing, it is 2004." Gabriel shot her a look of bewilderment. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Michelle realized his brain was trying to process the possibility since it told Gabriel that it was the year 1889. But, she had all the time he needed to sit there and wait for him to speak.
"That just cannot be," he murmured. He leaned back in his chair and stared at Michelle with a wild, yet helpless, look in his eyes. He laid his head in his hands and sighed. Gabriel didn't understand how he could be in the year 2004, but he also didn't know why he couldn't be in 2004. He tried and tried to recover that piece of his past from his brain, but it wouldn't give. He was still stuck with just his name, his occupation, and the year he was suppose to be in.
Michelle watched him for a moment then asked, "Is there anything else you remember?"
Gabriel shook his head. "No, it's all blurry except for what I've told you."
Michelle sighed. 'This isn't so easy,' she thought. 'Especially if I don't have much to start from.' Michelle rubbed her temple then got a bright idea. 'I'll tell Carlton about this man. He's a nerd when it comes to everything. He is constantly reading. He just might know how I can get more out of this patient.' Carlton was Michelle's boyfriend. She met him in high school, freshman year, at age thirteen. She had been a popular girl, but she fell for Carlton's nerdy behavior. He also had a crush on her and would help her with her homework, and she learned to love her school work. Her popular friends dumped her, but she didn't mind joining Carlton's friends because she loved to learn new things from them. They were what inspired her to become a doctor in a psychiatric ward.
"Okay, Mr. Van Helsing." Michelle told Gabriel. "That is all I will ask for today. But, I will be back tomorrow, and hopefully you and I can help figure out your life."
Gabriel was hopeful for that, and he nodded. "What about me? What is going to happen to me?" Gabriel asked her.
Michelle sighed and leaned on her arms, which were on the table. "They will bring you to a boarding room, where I will meet you tomorrow. You will be staying there until we can figure out why you don't remember your life and why you are having delusions."
Gabriel was appalled at the thought of staying in that place because it had a peculiar smell, he'd never smelled disinfectants before, and he wanted to leave. He stood up and glared down at Michelle, and she cowered. He was tall and well built, and she was no match for him if he was going to get violent. "Please," she shouted in fear. "Don't hurt me!"
Gabriel heard her terrified screams and felt something inside of him take control. He could not bring harm to the woman before him, and he sat back down. Again, he put his head in his hands. Michelle stood there trembling for a moment then rushed out of the room. She paused after she was safe out of the room, then she turned around to look at Gabriel. He was in need of her help, and she would not be frightened away from finishing her job. She was there to help him, and that was what she would do.
"I am Dr. Englehart, I will be talking with you today." Michelle said. She sat down in front of the patient and noticed that even though he was very rough looking, there was a handsome quality to him. His eyes darkened a little and searched her face to see if she was there to help him or not. Michelle took a mental note of his suspicious behavior, which is a sign of schizophrenia, as well as his lack of socializing.
Michelle set her chart down and asked, "Who are you?"
The man looked up at her, still suspicious of her, and took a deep breath. "I am Gabriel Van Helsing." His answer had no emotion in it, but Michelle accepted it anyway.
"What is your occupation?" Michelle asked as she put her hands together in front of her.
The man took a deep breath then said, "I am a monster slayer, a Knight of the Holy Order."
Michelle nodded and kept from laughing. She had learned years ago that laughing was not an option in her profession. It angers the patients, and that puts the doctor at risk of bodily harm from the patient. 'He is just unstable,' she thought. 'These are delusions he is having.' She leaned closer to him. "What year is it?"
The man looked down at the table as he thought hard about the question. His mind was fuzzy, and he couldn't grasp the information that he knew was there. Finally, there was a look of success upon his face. "It is 1889," he replied, and he noticed Michelle raise her eyebrows.
"Mr...Van Helsing." Michelle said to him. "How long have you believed it was 1889?"
Gabriel stared her in the eyes, and Michelle knew that he wasn't going to give that easy. "It is 1889," he told her.
Michelle scratched at her head, a nervous habit she had, then stopped. "It is not 1889, Mr. Van Helsing," she told him gently.
Gabriel looked at her with shock. He shook his head. "No, it is 1889. I just cannot remember where I am suppose to be." He leaned over the table a little, and Michelle leaned back. He saw her lean back, and he sighed. "It has to be 1889."
Michelle took a deep breath. "Mr. Van Helsing, it is 2004." Gabriel shot her a look of bewilderment. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Michelle realized his brain was trying to process the possibility since it told Gabriel that it was the year 1889. But, she had all the time he needed to sit there and wait for him to speak.
"That just cannot be," he murmured. He leaned back in his chair and stared at Michelle with a wild, yet helpless, look in his eyes. He laid his head in his hands and sighed. Gabriel didn't understand how he could be in the year 2004, but he also didn't know why he couldn't be in 2004. He tried and tried to recover that piece of his past from his brain, but it wouldn't give. He was still stuck with just his name, his occupation, and the year he was suppose to be in.
Michelle watched him for a moment then asked, "Is there anything else you remember?"
Gabriel shook his head. "No, it's all blurry except for what I've told you."
Michelle sighed. 'This isn't so easy,' she thought. 'Especially if I don't have much to start from.' Michelle rubbed her temple then got a bright idea. 'I'll tell Carlton about this man. He's a nerd when it comes to everything. He is constantly reading. He just might know how I can get more out of this patient.' Carlton was Michelle's boyfriend. She met him in high school, freshman year, at age thirteen. She had been a popular girl, but she fell for Carlton's nerdy behavior. He also had a crush on her and would help her with her homework, and she learned to love her school work. Her popular friends dumped her, but she didn't mind joining Carlton's friends because she loved to learn new things from them. They were what inspired her to become a doctor in a psychiatric ward.
"Okay, Mr. Van Helsing." Michelle told Gabriel. "That is all I will ask for today. But, I will be back tomorrow, and hopefully you and I can help figure out your life."
Gabriel was hopeful for that, and he nodded. "What about me? What is going to happen to me?" Gabriel asked her.
Michelle sighed and leaned on her arms, which were on the table. "They will bring you to a boarding room, where I will meet you tomorrow. You will be staying there until we can figure out why you don't remember your life and why you are having delusions."
Gabriel was appalled at the thought of staying in that place because it had a peculiar smell, he'd never smelled disinfectants before, and he wanted to leave. He stood up and glared down at Michelle, and she cowered. He was tall and well built, and she was no match for him if he was going to get violent. "Please," she shouted in fear. "Don't hurt me!"
Gabriel heard her terrified screams and felt something inside of him take control. He could not bring harm to the woman before him, and he sat back down. Again, he put his head in his hands. Michelle stood there trembling for a moment then rushed out of the room. She paused after she was safe out of the room, then she turned around to look at Gabriel. He was in need of her help, and she would not be frightened away from finishing her job. She was there to help him, and that was what she would do.