Dr. Stan Haralosn leaned back into his leather chair, setting a clipboard on his lap. Twiddling his pen instinctively, he proceeded to recheck the collection of progress reports he was tasked gather one last time before attempting to submit them for compilation. It has grown to become a normal routine for the specialized expert, at the end of every week he would be assigned to gather a summarized testimony on the condition and general state of each of his patients. Some of those reports are decently important in order to keep track of some of his more critical patients' conditions and will be looked into for general background and sometimes even needed information on the patient in question, though most other reports that aren't for urgent cases are being compiled for the sake of uniformity.
Nevertheless, it was all just like a routine check that is made to keep track of records and stuff, Dr. Stan didn't mind them so much, the week's work wasn't that much anyway; a few incidents happened with some patients but nothing out of the ordinary, it is anasylum anyway so logically one is to expect a bit of commotion to happen every now and then. The doctor made himself comfortable on his cheap leather chair, carrying his clipboard in hand, ready to skim through the files. He began studying through the week's reports for lack of anything better to do, his eyes glided from one patient's records to the other, skimming quickly through the contents of every page before stopping at one particular report that seemingly caught his interest.
The page belonged to the young girl taking residence in room C12.
Jennifer Dubose, the doctorread with little interest. He took a glance at the girl's photo, she looked young;
Too young to be imprisoned within such an asylum, he thought. And true as it is, the girl looked like she couldn't be a day older than twelve, and – merely judging by the picture – she seems to be a young lady full of promise, with an innocent aura surrounding her. Not to mention, she also possesses exceptional beauty; golden locks, auburn eyes, a charming smile. . .
It's sad how cruel fate could be sometimes, Stan mused as he read the contents of the page.
Patient's Name: Jennifer Dubose
Age: turning 13
Gender: Female
Room: C12
Doctor: Dr. Stan Harlesden
Condition Update:
The patient seems to still be making little to no progress in her case, though she still needs constant care and would still have to put on the straitjacket until she is deemed stable enough for the safety of both herself and the people around her. The patient seems to still be suffering from a critical case of Psychological trauma, her condition is worsening by the time and it's feared that she might need a more experienced specialist to look into her case.
Still as it is, other than her unstable state of trauma, the patient in question up till now has absolutely no recollection of any of her memories. It is known that whenever one goes across a (for lack of a better word) disturbing event, the mind automatically removes any memories that could be in any way related to the incident as a defense mechanism in order to prevent post-traumatic stress and perhaps also suicidal tendencies.
The patient is currently confined within room C12 and is being monitored 24/7 by a team of specialized therapists and psychoanalysts. Her general condition is still labeled as unstable.
Dr. Stan lightly massaged his temple; he's been going through a lot of therapy sessions with the girl but still no progress is to be noted, but the girl isn't to be blamed for that, even the strongest of men wouldn't have been able to stay put in front of what she's been through. Stan recalls going through the girl's profile, he also recalls her state when she was first transferred here.
It was a year ago, there has been a report of an enormous case of mass murders, 37 victims; it seems that all of them were kidnapped and imprisoned within an abandoned building that used to be a run-down school. According to the report, each of the victims was killed in a different way than the others; some seemed to have been tortured before they were killed. The culprit behind the mass murders committed suicide when he was found by the police but his accomplices are still on the loose. The only survivor of the incident, Jennifer Dubose, seemed to be suffering from an extreme case of Psychological trauma and is now confined within Berk's East Asylum. She was a member of a family of six who happened to be unfortunate victims of the massacre. It also seems that almost all the victims were killed in front of her eyes which didn't help the situation at all.
The police are in hopes that she would somehow be treated since she is an extremely important (and the only) witness of the massacre and she is needed in order to capture the remaining culprits behind the incident. So far there is no progress to be noted in her condition, the specialists are still unable to come close without her panicking and screaming bloody murder.
Stan found himself pitying the girl, she's just a victim, he thought.
The doctor soon found himself shifting from one report to the other, and again; another picture caught his attention, it was of a woman in the beginning of her forties. Stan frowned, he remembered when she was admitted here three years ago, the reason of her instability is still undefined so she was dubbed commonly insane and is now taking residence within room B3. He couldn't forget the look on her daughter's face when the girl's mother was sent to the asylum. What was the name of the daughter again? . . . Ah, right! Her name was Hofferson, Astrid Hofferson. The poor girl, she's now living alone with her father; she would occasionally come pay a visit to her mother though the girl always seemed distant.
For the last half an hour, Stan would browse through his patient's records, stopping every once in a while whenever something caught his attention before continuing. Being a specialized doctor at an asylum helped him a lot in managing his emotions, when he first started working he would always sympathize his patients and keep on pitying them, but now that he's more experienced he learned to keep his emotions from hindering his job.
The doctor stopped skimming when he reached the last file, the file of his most insane case yet. It was of the boy in room B6.
Harry.
Harry Henry Haddock the Third.
The poor boy.
Dr. Stan shook his head, he didn't need to read the report to know what's in it; he has already memorized the boy's condition status. He spent a long time, way too long, with that boy; trying to help him.
The poor kid.
Dr. Stan has learned to keep his emotions at bay long ago, but he can't help but feel sorry for the boy. Just like the girl in room C12, Harry was a young lad; a good young lad. He'd always smile when Stan walked into the room, he'd always talk politely, he'd always try and open up a conversation, he's not a bad person, but he's just not right.
Harry is dangerous, not only to others but for himself as well. The boy lives in a delusion; he's convinced that his name is Hiccup, he'd always say that Dr. Stan is his father, he'd always act as if he has a dragon names Toothless. That boy is simply not right. It would've been a mercy if his problems just stop at that, but that kid becomes really dangerous whenever he becomes "Toothless". Stan couldn't remember one session that had passed with the boy without "Toothless" trying to kill him. The doctor doesn't know if it's only him imagining things or not, but whenever Harry attacks him and starts growling like some kind of beast, it's as if the boy became five times stronger and faster. There were a lot of close calls with that kid but Dr. Stan still wouldn't back down, not yet.
Truth to be told, Stan might have had developed a soft spot for his patient. It's whenever the boy calls him dad, it reminds him too much of his late son. Contrary to popular believe, Stan wasn't always without a family. Before he became an official doctor, he used to have a beautiful wife and an even more beautiful son, Valery and Hale. They were his life and only family, his son was merely seven, a healthy smart boy; Stan was a proud father and a loving husband, his life seemed to be just about perfect. That's when everything had to go drastically downhill. An unfortunate car accident took both his son and his wife away; he lived in sorrow for a good fraction of his life and always tried to "get over it".
He never was able to.
Stan then decided to become a doctor and work in an asylum, he's always used work to get away from life's problems, and it worked to some extent. He soon learned to live with everything that has happened to him and managed to "deal with it". He'd always remember his wife and son whenever that girl, Astrid, would come and visit her mother.
It really hurt the doctor, though, when he was assigned to Harry's case. The boy looked so much like his son and had the very same eyes of his wife. It hurt him even more when the boy started calling him "dad"; it's been seven years since the last time someone called him by that name.
Hale . . .
The doctor shook his head, pondering on these thoughts is getting him no where