Dear Doctor
Entry Collection no. 10: sum non demens!
Subtitled (Latin): I'm not crazy!
Dedicated to Dave, nunquam ora equii gratum inspice.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, and I am not a doctor.
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Dear Journal,
If I don't believe in something, then it doesn't exist. If I don't believe in something, then it doesn't exist. If I don't believe in something, then it doesn't exist…
Nope! Not working! The dragon's still there!
Okay, okay, I've got to stop looking out the window. Find something else to do… preferably something that isn't near any windows…
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Later…
I'm calm, I'm calm.
Mathews-san is asleep. What sort of a security guard is he? He sleeps through helicopters landing, and people rushing up and down corridors-
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Later…
Oh. Right then.
Hana-san tells me that she gave Mathews-san a sedative. It's probably a blessing, really. This way I don't have to listen to him asking me for dating advice. Kami-sama, do I look like I'm married? And let me tell you, the thing about women going for doctors all the time is a complete and utter myth.
Speaking of sedatives, Omi-san is also fast asleep. You'd think he'd learn not to have the soup, wouldn't you? But this one is definitely a blessing. We don't require his presence at the moment, and he really should be resting that wrist of his.
After all this madness is over, and we're back on the mainland, I'm going to ask Kaiba-sama for some leave. I think I need it. Just a few days when I can drink coffee in the mornings, and not worry about my hands shaking when I'm doing surgery.
A few days – no, I think I'll ask for two weeks – when I can just relax, and not worry about the possibility that one of my nurses is a homicidal maniac.
Two weeks… That shouldn't be too much to ask, should it?
Yeah. I'll do it.
And it I chicken out when I'm actually looking at Kaiba-sama… Well, it won't be my fault; he's just got such an authoritarian air!
Maybe I could get Mokuba-sama to ask for me? Drop a few hints, that sort of thing. But would that be fair?
Hm. Something to ponder about.
But I don't think it'll last long enough for me to stop thinking about that drago- Oh, bother.
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Later…
I can do this. There aren't any windows pointing towards the tower in this part of the blimp, everything should be fine.
I'm going to finish looking through those security camera tapes.
Just as soon as I find the kami-sama forsaken things.
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Later…
I am not going crazy. I know that most other people in my position would be, but I'm not, I swear it.
See? I'm not talking to myself, I'm writing everything down instead.
I'm not going crazy.
I just can't find those blasted security tapes, that's all.
Read these words.
I'm. Not. Going. Senile. I know they're around here somewhere… I'm just not quite sure where.
I did ask that camera guard – you remember her; I owe her husband a cordless drill – and she said that, no, she hadn't taken them back, and she didn't think that anybody else had been in here.
What's going on here?
Ever since this trip started, strange things have been happening… and I'm not quite sure I want to find out how or why.
Actually, I'm not too keen on finding out who, either. Something tells me that this would be a supremely Bad Idea.
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JK: 551 words! I haven't managed to post anything less than 500 yet. I rule!
I'm afraid I must apologise for the choppiness of this collection. This one is likely to be the first one fixed if and when I adjust this story. Again. That, and the fact that this chapter was not beta-read. Any mistakes? Please be patient with me. They will all be fixed… eventually.
As soon as this story is finished, I'm going to submit it to AnimeFictionWorld (Quatre Winner's website) and Slice Of Heaven (a New Zealand fanfiction network). So, if this thing ever gets lost by FF.N (we're sure it won't happen, but there's always a chance), then it'll still be available.
Plus, I might get to post a pic of The Doctor. Yokatta!
Oh, and for anybody who cares, I got that which was number one on my Christmas wish list. Yes, that's right people; I got a cordless drill for Christmas. Wahoo!