Mini-Grand 5108 [simul_complete]

Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.

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Doctor Heinrich Skalpell was a very serious man. His face was sharp and angular, his jaw covered in rough stubble, his mouth jammed in a perpetual frown. His hair was thinning and what was left was resolutely grey, his eyes were a pale brown and beneath them hung thick black bags. He wore a long white doctor’s coat, which was in places stained a pale red, where blood had splashed upon it. In his long spindly limbs he held a metal clipboard, upon which he occasionally scribbled down an observation. These notes were of course completely illegible, but if you could read them there would be copious references to the unusual behaviour of Patient R.

Doctor Skalpell was troubled by Patient R. His first encounter with him, minutes before had left him stumped as to the cause of his numerous psychological problems. R was a recent admission to the asylum and while this grants a certain allowance where it comes to trepidation and homesickness, R’s extremely vocal reactions to his new accommodation had been rather beyond the pale. As Doctor Skalpell arrived at his rather carelessly unlocked room, R had already been in a state of near hysteria, weeping about how much he missed both his home and his elder sibling; particularly his elder sibling. The doctor had made notes upon this separation anxiety and overdependence. He had also made notes about how vehemently R had claimed to love his elder sibling and wrote the word ‘abuse?’ and underlined it three times. This was clearly not the kind of thing that a single session would cure. This had in fact been rather enough for Skalpell to work with, at least for the time being, but R was not done. He bemoaned to the world at large how much he resented the language he ‘was forced’ to express his thoughts in, even going so far as to claim to resent the idea that he had to think like that at all. Though Skalpell made numerous notes about this particular issue he was unable to even posit a theory as to what exactly this was.

It was as Skalpell’s pen was running out of ink, and his patience running short, that R had suddenly began to expound upon a series of delusions featuring a tiger with a black hole in its mouth and some manner of high tech yellow robot. Skalpell had not for a moment entertained the possibility of simply entreating his patient to be quiet so that he could begin treatment; it was perfectly clear that sedation was the only option. His attempts to inject the patient with a sedative had not been massively successful; upon withdrawing the syringe from the black mass that was his patient he was surprised to discover that the needle had gone. He made a note that perhaps this was due to the patients physiological condition, which he had to admit was rather remarkable, but was simply not his field.

For the moment the doctor stood outside the cell of the still sobbing patient awaiting the arrival of a nurse with a mobile treatment unit, deep in thought about his patient and his multitude of problems. It was at this point in time that he heard the clanking sound of someone approaching. Skalpell watched as a semi-translucent knight stepped out of the wall, strode the width of the corridor and then stepped into the other wall, all with a smug self-satisfied look upon his face that suggested that despite not knowing what he was doing or where he was going everything was going to work out for him just because that was how the world should work. Doctor Skalpell slowly walked to an unpleasant old telephone and picked it up.

“Hello, could you please send a couple of nurses out to the Multiversal Wing? Patient D has somehow gotten loose again.”

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SpoilerHello I have worked out how to post in this battle again, and think I would prefer it if this round was more than these four posts. I'd kind of like there to be a deadline extension so I can give Reuben an eventful if not a dignified sending off.