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Case #422 June 13th, 2057 Interview #1 11:33 AM
Patient name: Luigi Largo Age: 37 Single, Married or Widowed: Single
Admitted: June 6th 2057
Brought by: Carmela Largo AKA Amber Sweet Relationship to Patient: Sister
Reason for admission: Uncontrollable and unexplainable fits of rage, random, various acts of violence and otherwise lust for blood.
Cause of sickness: Unknown
The psychologist scanned over her notes once more before the guards knocked on her office door. She rose out her chair and straightened her name tag. "Come in." she called.
The door opened and the Luigi walked in with the two guards tightly grasping on his shoulders. Dr. Lewis pulled out a chair and they nearly shoved him down in his seat. He growled at them and the doctor sighed.
"Gentleman, please. That straitjacket is unnecessary. A pair of handcuffs would have sufficed."
"Sorry, Patricia, but it was warden's orders." replied the guard on the right. "Shall we remain here as you do the session?"
She shook her head. "No, that's alright. You two can just wait outside of you don't mind."
Both guards nodded and Luigi turned his head and glared at them as they left the office. He then watched as the woman headed back to her desk and opened when of the drawers, taking out a small tape recorder. With that she sat back down and pushed the button to start recording.
Dr Lewis: Patient interview #1 with Luigi Largo will begin now. Good morning, Luigi, I'm Dr. Lewis. So tell me, how are you feeling today?
Luigi: Well, considering I haven't had my coffee yet, not too fucking happy, doc.
Lewis: I'm sorry, Luigi, but we aren't allowed to serve caffeine to the patients. At least you're not in isolation anymore, right?
Luigi: Yeah, yeah. What does it matter, anyway? The food here tastes like shit as it is. I'm sure the coffee wouldn't have been any better.
Lewis: Well I'm sure that's what you would think after living the life of luxury for your whole life.
Luigi: You're damn right about that, doc. I don't deserve to be in this shit hole.
Lewis: Now, Luigi, this isn't just any hospital. Your sister wanted to ensure the best treatment for you and your brother. Our facility-
Luigi: Would you stop saying that? It's pissing me off.
Lewis: What do you mean?
Luigi: Calling this place a hospital. Why can't you just say what it really is? A nuthouse, a looney bin, the fucking funny farm! Just don't call it a hospital.
Lewis: Why don't we move on? Since this is our first meeting I thought we could take this time to get to know each other.
Luigi: What is this? Some kind of fucked up date or a therapy session?
Lewis: Of course it's a session. I'm just trying to be friendly.
Luigi: What the hell for? I'm just another patient aren't I? Another test subject for your thesis or whatever.
Lewis: Look, Luigi, I'm honestly trying to help you. I've seen the way you and your family are for a long time now. When I heard you were coming here I knew that I could cure you.
Luigi: Ha! Well I never asked for your goddamn help, did I? Besides you should already know all about me from that little clipboard of yours. I have anger issues, I'm violent and I get off at the sight of blood, isn't that right?
Lewis: Well if my research is correct-
Luigi: Research my ass. Fuck you, you don't know me and you couldn't cure me if you tried.