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FourtyTwo
Delirium
ChronicleMan
Pen Name
wanderingwolf
Zapdos
Marik
The Elvenqueen
MrSkimobileThe nurse smiled at her. "This is a new medicine, so you may experience some side effects, but it is better catered to your needs and once those pass you will feel better," she promised. "It's likely you will feel drowsy, for instance, but if you feel anything else, be sure to tell us, okay?"
"I didn't..." Marc began, but wasn't sure how to complete that sentence. He hadn't stopped it from happening, but this was policy, wasn't it? It wasn't fun to see a patient being sedated, although, Benjamin wasn't nearly as aggressive as most patients who needed a sedative. Sure, Benjamin struggled against their restraining, but hadn't they pushed him to the ground first? Of course he'd struggle. Should he have stepped in? He wouldn't even be able to physically pull them off Benjamin.
"I didn't ask for them to come," he eventually said. "I didn't call for security. He was agited, but not aggressive in any way."
He crouched down next to Sara. "But you are helping people, aren't you?" the tried. "Isn't that why we work as nurses here?"
The moment the words left his mouth he thought back to what Benjamin had said. Patients here didn't usually have a firm grasp on reality, most were delusional in one way or the other, but Benjamin didn't seem to display the same patterns and behaviours of most patients.
Benjamin was dragged to the office and seated in the chair. He had trouble focusing on the words of the head nurse, but he could tell she was berating him about his medicine use and how he'd never get better. He blinked a couple of times in an attempt to focus. Why was she smiling? She asked about his breakfast and he shrugged, he couldn't recall what he had, he couldn't even recall what he had done today. Hadn't he been talking with someone? When he got handed a pill and instructed to take it, he followed the instruction and was dismissed.
The men who had brought him there escorted him out and dumped him on the couch of the common area, where he fell sideways, turned on his back and stared at the ceiling.
"I didn't..." Marc began, but wasn't sure how to complete that sentence. He hadn't stopped it from happening, but this was policy, wasn't it? It wasn't fun to see a patient being sedated, although, Benjamin wasn't nearly as aggressive as most patients who needed a sedative. Sure, Benjamin struggled against their restraining, but hadn't they pushed him to the ground first? Of course he'd struggle. Should he have stepped in? He wouldn't even be able to physically pull them off Benjamin.
"I didn't ask for them to come," he eventually said. "I didn't call for security. He was agited, but not aggressive in any way."
He crouched down next to Sara. "But you are helping people, aren't you?" the tried. "Isn't that why we work as nurses here?"
The moment the words left his mouth he thought back to what Benjamin had said. Patients here didn't usually have a firm grasp on reality, most were delusional in one way or the other, but Benjamin didn't seem to display the same patterns and behaviours of most patients.
Benjamin was dragged to the office and seated in the chair. He had trouble focusing on the words of the head nurse, but he could tell she was berating him about his medicine use and how he'd never get better. He blinked a couple of times in an attempt to focus. Why was she smiling? She asked about his breakfast and he shrugged, he couldn't recall what he had, he couldn't even recall what he had done today. Hadn't he been talking with someone? When he got handed a pill and instructed to take it, he followed the instruction and was dismissed.
The men who had brought him there escorted him out and dumped him on the couch of the common area, where he fell sideways, turned on his back and stared at the ceiling.