All in Your Head

FROM DR. PROCTOR

The reports I've read, the cases I've digested from them. How I can't help but feel pity.

The human race can be a complicated species, especially when their minds are so damaged they can no longer see straight. Seeing all these reports makes me want help as much as I can.

And to also provide more to my cover.

Patient 2 was a intriguing case, for he has questioned on who I really am. Because of his constant questioning, I decided to pay him a visit, in the very busy hours of the afternoon. At this time most of the staff was either eating lunch or managing the patients.

But not patient 2. No, he's quite the loner and outcast. Perfect for me, I thought as my hands turned claws wedged his door.

"The door, the door!" , he shouted as I opened the door and I went into his room.

At this point I was no longer in my human form. I stood tall and mighty. My sharp terth just glistening in front of him, salivia went down slightly as well as 2 backed off to the wall.

"Not everybody has a bright mind." I tell him. "But people can think. So I expect silence from you." He nodded in a whimper. "Total silence. I had my reasons for betraying my kind. Our King at the time was as rotten as a rotten apple here, punishing us if we defied him. Well, my Lizardmen and I took his life, and I was one of the few that came here for hiding. I still do in fact."

"Therefore I'd appreciate it you shut it." I tell him. "Be grateful I did not harm anybody here, because for the sake of my cover and others, I will help these patients including you. I mean, some of you got issues stuck in your head."

2 seemed to understand everything I said so I left him be.

This hospital was known as Robert Benworth Parks, or RBP for short.

Although judging by how staff members and patients feel about this place, should have been Really Bad Place instead.