Before me was the patient, struggling against the handcuffs that bound him to the bed, swearing vigorously in Russian. He had fresh cuts on both arms, and his nose was bleeding. I rushed over to the nurses' table and asked, "What have you done to patient 304?" The nurse answered, "Sedatives weren't working. Neither were tranquilizers, sleeping pills, or morphine, so the head nurse had us restrain him with handcuffs."

"Yeah, did you also hit, cut, and abuse him, too?" I asked angrily. "Now, give me the keys to the handcuffs before I have your ass fired."

"Y-yes, Doctor Hadley." The startled nurse stuttered. She unlatched the keys from a drawer and handed them over to me. I half ran to the patient's room, whom I still had not gotten a name out of, and cautiously approached him. I said, "I won't hurt you, see? I'm gonna get those cuffs off of you, then I'll look at the cuts and your nose, okay? I promise that's all I will do." In Russian. He slowly nodded his head, and I undid the handcuffs.

He held out his arms for me to examine. Jesus, what did those nurses do to him? It seemed like they had hit him several times with a bullwhip. I went over to the drawer and slowly took out antiseptic and bandages, making sure the patient could see them so he wouldn't panic. He seemed calm enough, though. I rubbed the dirt and blood off of the scrapes before bandaging them.

Then I said in Russian, "Can I see your nose, please? It may be broken." Once again, the patient nodded. Sure enough it was fractured in three spots, and worse it wouldn't stop bleeding. I told him "I am going to have to snap your nose back in place. It's going to hurt but if I don't, you'll slowly bleed to death, okay?" in Russian. After a moment, he braced himself and nodded. "Raz, dva, tree!" and I snapped his nose into place. He didn't yell, actually, he didn't do much at all. I guess being in the MMA this happened a lot.

ATTENTION THIS IS AN AUTHOR'S NOTE THE FOLLOWING CONVERSATION IS IN RUSSIAN BUT I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE TRANSLATING IT ALL BECAUSE ONE PHRASE TAKES AN HOUR TO FIND, SO I JUST PUT IT IN ENGLISH.

After he was cleaned up, I figured he trusted me enough to talk to him.

I asked him, "What is your name?" The kid finally answered after what seemed an eternity he answered, "Sergei."

"It's nice to meet you, Sergei. My name is Dr. Hadley, and I'm here to help you get better. Before we do anything, I have to see if I can help you with your phobia. Can you tell me why you're afraid of them?" The patient stayed silent for another moment, and said quietly, "In the hellhole St. Petersburg Home for Boys… We had to get hit with a needle and go to sleep and not wake up if we were in there for more than 10 years. My friend, Yuri… I never saw him again."

I was horrified at what I heard right then. The idea of… a human Pound… is disgusting. I told him, "We won't hurt you here. I won't let it happen, okay?" he asked, "On your life?" and I answered, "On my life." I smiled and finalized, "Then we can help you. Right now we have to run a few blood tests. We need to give you a shot. It will only hurt for a second, and then it will be over, okay?" The patient reluctantly nodded.

And on with the testing, we went.

Soo, how was it? Lemme know!

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