by Twistappel » Wed Feb 17, 2016 10:22 pm
"... paranoid delusions. He's been extremely agitated all morning. I'd recommend keeping him sedated for now."
A sturdy-looking orderly stepped forward to restrain Doc Logan, while the nurse produced a syringe.
"NO!" he screamed, batting the syringe out of the nurse's hand "Can't you see? They're all monsters".
The orderly wasn't quite so gentle this time, and as Logan struggled against the man's rock-like grasp, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Indeed, the haggard wreck of a man who stared back at him bore little resemblance to the dapper young professional who was once the darling of Dublin's gastroenterological fraternity.
A horrible shrieking filled his ears. He wished that somebody would make it stop. It took him a moment to realise that the screams were his own.
"MONSTERS! THEY'RE MONSTERS! YOU'VE GOT TO LISTEN TO ME! THEY'LL COME FOR YOU NEXT!"
There was a faint stinging sensation as the needle went in (Try to relax! It'll hurt less!). His vision blurred, and he felt a wave of nausea as his mind fought against the sedative effects of the haloperidol–promethazine cocktail that had just delivered a sucker-punch to his nervous system.
After a while, the screams gave way to unintelligible sobs, and the world began to blur around the edges.
****
"Such a pity" observed Sister Morphine "Anyway, I'd best be getting on. Time and psychotic episodes wait for no man and all that".
She flashed the nurse a charming smile, adjusted the stethoscope and, using the sleeve of her jacket to polish out a finger-print that was marring the shiny, gold surface of the name tag on her lapel. The room's stark fluorescent light glinted off the name "DR LOGAN".
A moment later, Doc Logan stepped out into the hall, whistling merrily, and continued on his rounds.
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Twistappel on Wed Feb 17, 2016 10:30 pm, edited 1 time in total.
You say "New World Order" "communist echo chamber" like it's a bad thing.
The TCSer formerly known as "Sister Morphine’