Every day the same, Keith thought, as he he walked up to the large facility that had been his work for several years now. He would arrive every morning at the same time, would do his work with the patients, and leave every single evening at once again the same time. Ordinary people would probably classify this as the personification of boredom, and honestly, Keith wouldn't object. It was boring. More than that. And if it wasn't for the work itself, he wouldn't do it. And the whole mental asylum look of the house didn't exactly cease his own displeasure.
A sigh passed the blond's throat as he made his way inside. Went through the doors, that swung closed behind him again, showed his ID card to the closest security guard to not be mistaken as a stray patient. Regardless of the fact, that he indeed walked every godforsaken morning into this bloody building with the same ID card, the same intentions, and generally looking all the same once again.

The officer quickly checked the ID card, and took a closer look into the man's face, though, before nodding at him. Keith didn't respond. He simply took his ID card back, and passed the man without any further word or social interaction, straightly going for the elevator, that finally brought him to his office's floor. Once inside, he basically threw his bag into some corner, quite uncaring of anything inside probably breaking into the process, as he turned on his computer right after. Sitting down on his chair, another side passing his lips. He knew there were some appointments with different patients scheduled for today, one of them with a girl claiming to hear voice. Either way a very bad case of schizophrenia, or indeed a paranormal presence -- Grimes logically hoped for the latter. It had been some time since he had had any kind of success in his experiments, and he knew he had to show some results if he wanted to continue working here. If anyone only knew, what exactly they were doing here, it would probably be alot more fun. Or trouble. Either way, not as boring as it was today...

As you entered your office the three files for the patients you would see today were on your desk. Attached was a sticky note with an additional appointment at 1230-100pm Dr. Mitsumoto. Obviously wanted the updates for you department. He was always putting pressure on you for results. He was the head of the sanitarium and was his right but something about him was off. Almost like you were an experiment and he systematically was applying pressure to see your reactions. Like a blood sample under a microscope slide. You put that thought to the back of your mind and looked at the three cases for today.

The first male John doe, took a jump out of his third story hotel room. Was a prominent member of a well to do family. No drugs or history of mental disturbance yet here he was. His real name was Walter Hill The john doe on the file was to keep it out of general knowledge that he was there. Complete catatonic yet when faced with certain items he reacted in pure fear. Primarily animals with horns, even pictures of them. He was your 1030am till noon.

Second case was a female Lucy Gio. She had a issue with herself. Her file claims acute paranoia. Her father was drunk and abused her sexually and physically. Mother left father to unknown ends. She knew how to manipulate men and ruin carriers. It was during her trial of a boyfriends death that she made claims of the judge sexually assaulting her. They were technically true and there fore she was sentenced here on the states dime. She was always accompanied by a female orderly. She was scheduled for 130pm till 3pm.

The third was a boy 13, Chris Shaw. He saw his parents shot to death in a home invasion. Then the escaped cons took turns on him. By the time the police arrive from a neighbors 911 call. The cons had fled and the boy was near dead from the bleeding. He was taken to a hospital and then awarded to the state until his 18th birthday. Pure trauma this kid, he would eat and follow commands but he never talks. He was your 330 to 5pm.

As soon as Keith noticed the small pile of files with an additional sticky note attached to them lying on his desk, the brunet all but sighed in utter displeasure. He didn't even need to fully read them to know, that today was a hell lot of work, and it was honestly one of these days at which Keith wouldn't want to talk to anyone but himself. Oddly enough, given where he worked. Nonetheless, leaning back in his seat as soon as the screen of his computer turned on, he finally reached for the files -- throwing the sticky note into the bin immediately upon glancing at it --, and started flipping them through. He knew of two of the cases already, but hadn't spoken to anyone just yet. There were many doctors with different fields of work here after all.

The first case was the one he instantly threw back onto his desk. He absolutely loathed famous brats, and this guy honestly looked like nothing but a stupid attention seeker. Grimes would talk to him, of course -- was being paid for it, after all -- but he didn't put too much hope into someone jumping from the third storey of his hotel, and claiming any pictures of horned animals to be as scary as a bloody nightmare. It seemed a little made up. Faked. Especially because Keith understood the reference of the horned animals.

The second case seemed a little more interesting, but genuinely simply because the female in the file seemed to be a pure magnet for men. Keith would never dare to have intercourse with his patients, god no. Especially not after his own past, let alone the oath he had to give as soon as he started working here. As well as the dangers that may were there if a patient was actually involved into paranormal activities. However, her case seemed to be a little... more interesting than the first one. It didn't seem to be as obvious as the first one, regardless of what Keith's results on her might be.

The third and last additional appointment today was the most interesting, though. Grimes was aware of the fact, that many children didn't talk to many different reasons, and he had countless times noticed a paranormal presence with one of these kids. They were most likely the cause for them not verbally communicating, seeing as there was already a friend there. Who didn't need such a tribal talking. Nonetheless, traumas as bad as the one described in Chris' past were a wonderful reason for the lack of talking as well, and therefore, it was Keith's job to find out about that. Seemed to be most challenging, if the boy chose not to pay any attention to Grimes at all.

In the end, however, the doctor simply placed the files back onto his desk, and turned his own attention back to his computer. Logged himself into the facility's server, and started with the morning's emails. Hopefully, Mitsumoto wouldn't be as pestering as he usually was with his stupid 'testing' and 'pressuring'. Keith had noticed that odd... feeling. That he was being tested just as much as his own subjects. But he had managed to ignore that feeling up until now...

The Morning email traffic eats the first part of the morning and you receive a beep on your intercom alerting you to the first patient is here for their session...

John is wheeled in and although he underwent reconstructive surgery, his face and body position was abnormal from the injuries. The lack of physical therapy caused his muscles to shrivel and lock him in a perpetual fetal position. He sat there with a blank expression. He is so withdrawn he fails to react to pain. His arms and legs have withered to the point where they have become almost useless.

To be honest, the doctor hadn't noticed the time passing by until he was suddenly alerted by a beep on his intercom. And as soon as he looked up to check on that, he realised that his first assignment for today was apparently already starting. Well, at least the blond had managed to 'forget' the first part of the morning by occupying himself with the emails. The end of the day wasn't too far away anymore, and soon he would be allowed to go home again...

As the first patient was rolled in, the one Keith didn't find too interesting, he glanced towards said man stuck in his foetal position, an inaudible sigh passing his own throat. Quickly, he turned off the monitor of his computer, and snatched the man's file from his rather messy desk, once more looking over the information he was given. Leant back in his chair meanwhile, waiting for the nurse to leave the room and close the door once more.
"John," he started, a small, almost automatic smile playing on Keith's lips. After the last time he had yelled at a patient, he had learnt to maintain at least some form of polite manners, no matter how faked they truly were. Nonetheless, he shoved that thought into the very back of his own mind now, rather concentrating on the case before him. "How are you feeling today?" Not that he particularly cared. He wasn't even fond of calling that man by this ridiculous fake-name; they all knew who he was, and it was stupid to pretend they didn't. But since his boss had ordered him to do so, there wasn't much he could do, unless he desired to be fired. He simply hoped 'John' would be more cooperative than most days...

John sat there unresponsive the entire session. The orderly set a file updating the progress on this particular patient. There were pictures of Johns room. There were odd markings all over the walls of his room written in his own blood. He bite the tips of his fingers causing them to bleed. A jacket was ordered to keep the patient safe from himself. The question brought to your mind as well as the orderlies was how a man paralyzed with psychosis could find the time to do all this drawing and writing only to fall into the unresponsiveness. Most people when out of a paralyzed state move as munch as possible. This behavior resembled a switch someone else had control of. Only turning him on to complete tasks of madness. The files showed there was nothing physically impairing his motion. After the fall he had broken his pelvis bone but it was repaired. He was rolled out at the end of the session.



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To be honest, Keith hadn't exactly expected John to be overly responsive at all. The first few sessions with the man had already shown, that he was rather paralysed with his psychosis, and therefore, if apparently not stimulated or triggered correctly, there was no way this man would even glance up from his rather apathetic expression. But as soon as the doctor heard about what the patient had done so far, in his own cell, things seemed to get more and more interesting. And mysterious. How on earth had this man been writing all that insane stuff at his walls, if he was supposed to be utterly unresponsive? And how had he managed to write and draw so accurately? People with psychosis often were nothing short but utterly chaotic, how did he find the time and patience to dirty his cell's walls like that? It was getting more and more interesting, and whilst Keith had been rather reluctant to give John his attention at all, things were getting better now. The made a few mental notes to talk about John with his superior as soon as the man was wheeled out of the room, just as ever completely silent and without any reaction. Grimes then took the next file, after shoving John's into his own bag, and quickly looked it over. Time for the next patient, he supposed, a small sigh passing his lips...

Lucy Gio was walked in by the female orderly who out weighted her by a good sixty pounds and that was just the visible muscle. Lucy looked at you and bit her lip. "I would do anything for a cigarette. She smiled a coy smile. Head tilt down and eyes on you. "So are we going to play the shrink game? I'm damaged goods but I can be tamed. I am remorseful and sor-hahhah. Sorry I just cant keep that going."

There was a small sigh passing the man's throat at seeing the other being walked in. He had heard many stories about Lucy already, and just because he was male, she did already do advances on him. Tried to use her own 'advantages' to get through, and get some bonuses. Not that it actually helped her with Keith, given his own path, but sometimes he indeed was tempted to just give in.

Just not today.

"Miss Gio," he greeted her, and there was a certain tiredness in his voice already, as he once more scanned her file lying in his lip. Maintaining a somewhat acceptable smirk. "You know exactly I'm not permitted to give my patients anything but a good conversation, especially no cigarettes." A sigh passed Grimes' throat. "And especially not if you're just faking it... We'll start easy. How do you feel today?"

"Well I gotta tell you doc I'm feeling a little stifled and not really in the mood for mind games. Maybe we could just skip today and get on with our lives or you could just call me cured and let me out?" As she lunged at you the orderly tackled her in mid air. They struggled on the floor Miss gio was known to be violet bipolar. "Let me out! Let me go! Get off of me! get off of me!" In a few minutes Miss Gio was sedated and wheeled out of the room.

The room was silent and it didn't take long for a call from your secretary to mention Doctor Mitsumoto called to remind you of the appointment later today.