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Matthew's quick steps echoed through the otherwise silent hallway. He was in an awful hurry to reach the end of it so that he may leave just as quickly. No one ever realized who he was anyway and often thought the hospital was filled with ghosts because of his constant rushing about that left the place filled with echoes. These were always a sure sign of life in such a place as a hospital but no one ever realized it was his life that was causing them. This hallway however was one that only assigned doctors and nurses dared to stay in. It was the dreaded mental ward. No one would ever care if life made a sound in this particular hallway.
The hall was long and the rooms numerous. Each room was built for different needs and specifications. Whether it be padded walls or leather restraints Neinescape's Mental Ward had it, and they never ceased to put Matthew on edge. He quickened his pace even more as he paced a closet where all the straight jackets were kept. His eyes couldn't help themselves and they chanced a glance at one of the rooms. That particular room was still a bit 'messy' from the last patient and left Matthew with an awful vision of red paint splatters. Yet deep down he knew it wasn't really paint, although he wished that it had been.
Finally he managed to reach the last room. The patient in here had been locked up not long ago and Matthew had been assigned to check on him every now and again. He peeked through the little window on the huge metal door, but quickly lost courage and ducked down. He clutched the clipboard he had been carrying even tighter and waited to see if he had been seen.
"I saw you," a heavily British voice gave his answer.
Shaking Matthew rose to his feet and slowly unlocked the door. He pushed it open just enough for him to fit through and then entered the room. In the middle of the white room sat a man with a messy head of hair and abnormally large eyebrows. His legs were crossed and he was sipping from a small plastic mug, pinky's out of course. "So you seem to not be a figment of my imagination after all. That or you're an odd figment who insists on visiting me through that door," he told Matthew sounding a little bored. "May I ask what you want today?"
Matthew bent his head down before speaking. "I'm positive I'm not a figment of your imagination. I've already explained this to you I'm-" he began before getting cut off.
"Yes Nurse Who I believe?" The man finished for him. "Now I will ask you again. What do you want today?" The man seemed to be getting a little annoyed now.
"Just to check up on you is all," Matthew answered quietly.
"What else is there to 'check up on' really? I'm doing fine in this lovely little white room here with my plastic things and cruddy tea that is most certainly a stupid American brand. I'm also doing fine up here." He tapped his head with one finger. "There really is no need to keep me here especially with a damn war going on! Unless wars just magically stop once you reach this place!" Now he was shouting and Matthew took a step back from him.
"P-please Mr. Kirkland there is no need to yell at me. I'm just the nurs-" he was cut off again.
Arthur stood up and tossed his cup behind him. "The nurse, I get it! Your just here to do the doctors work while that good for nothing is probably off doing no good to anyone! I haven't even seen this man that they call a 'doctor' who obviously intends to keep a healthy man like me where I don't belong." Arthur turned away from Matthew who was trembling in fear now and had his back pressed against the door and his clipboard in front of his face. Arthur held his hands behind his back and seemed to be starring off deep into thought. If there had been a window in the little white room one would assume that he was looking through it, but seeing as there wasn't one a person could only hope he was thinking. After a moment he turned back to Matthew and sighed. "Take the clipboard down from your face. Good. Now tell me who is this doctor that stands between me and my freedom?"
Matthew looked down again still to afraid of Arthur to make eye contact. "He goes by the name Dr. Hero."
"Dr. Hero? What a ridiculous name," the Brit muttered to himself. "Alright what is his official position here at the hospital?"
"Well he is the….um…. Drug Administrator."
"Hmmmm," Arthur mused. He crossed his arms and seemed to be thinking again. A few moments passed before he looked back up at Matthew. "Alright see if you can answer my next question. How come every odd little request I make gets answered?" Here he motioned around the room from his discarded tea mug, to a stack of large books in one corner, even to a poster on the wall of Big Ben in London. Both of the men knew that these were small items but ones that would normally be denied to any other patient. Arthur turned back and continued, "Yet he doesn't even come and see me or check on me himself? I already have a very good idea as to who he is and apparently he knows who I am, although I hope I'm wrong, but does he himself come here? No."
Matthew finally gained the courage to look back up at the Brit but couldn't think of an answer to give him. What logical reason that Arthur would accept could he make up? "W-well maybe he is just busy with o-other patients?" he mumbled hoping it would satisfy the other man.
Arthur raised an eyebrow apparently unsatisfied. "You just told me he was a Drug Administrator, did you not? What else does that job require besides signing some papers that allow other doctors to give patients drugs? I mean really he can't stop writing prescriptions to come down here? I won't accept that" Matthew opened his mouth to speak but Arthur cut him off for the third time. "Nurse I require this Dr. Hero if you please."
"B-but he usually doesn't answer to requests like that," Matthew replied. Dr. Hero usually did things when he wanted to do them and not on anyone else's schedule. That alone made Matthew wonder how he had become a doctor.
The British man didn't seem to care. "Go and fetch him will you nurse? And tell him to bring some fresh tea with him. Make it the good kind this time as well." Then he sat back down as if he intended to wait right there and not move an inch until his requests were fulfilled.
"I c-can try but what if h-he doesn't want to come?" Matthew asked opening the door and edging out slowly as he did.
Arthur smirked an oddly devilish smirk. "Just go get him. As I pointed out before, he answers every other request I make. So why not this one?"
Matthew simply nodded and shut the door behind him. After it was shut securely he turned and bolted back down the hallway. This place always crept him out and the patients were even worse. For once he was glad no one knew who he was, that way no one would stop him as he ran.
The hall was long and the rooms numerous. Each room was built for different needs and specifications. Whether it be padded walls or leather restraints Neinescape's Mental Ward had it, and they never ceased to put Matthew on edge. He quickened his pace even more as he paced a closet where all the straight jackets were kept. His eyes couldn't help themselves and they chanced a glance at one of the rooms. That particular room was still a bit 'messy' from the last patient and left Matthew with an awful vision of red paint splatters. Yet deep down he knew it wasn't really paint, although he wished that it had been.
Finally he managed to reach the last room. The patient in here had been locked up not long ago and Matthew had been assigned to check on him every now and again. He peeked through the little window on the huge metal door, but quickly lost courage and ducked down. He clutched the clipboard he had been carrying even tighter and waited to see if he had been seen.
"I saw you," a heavily British voice gave his answer.
Shaking Matthew rose to his feet and slowly unlocked the door. He pushed it open just enough for him to fit through and then entered the room. In the middle of the white room sat a man with a messy head of hair and abnormally large eyebrows. His legs were crossed and he was sipping from a small plastic mug, pinky's out of course. "So you seem to not be a figment of my imagination after all. That or you're an odd figment who insists on visiting me through that door," he told Matthew sounding a little bored. "May I ask what you want today?"
Matthew bent his head down before speaking. "I'm positive I'm not a figment of your imagination. I've already explained this to you I'm-" he began before getting cut off.
"Yes Nurse Who I believe?" The man finished for him. "Now I will ask you again. What do you want today?" The man seemed to be getting a little annoyed now.
"Just to check up on you is all," Matthew answered quietly.
"What else is there to 'check up on' really? I'm doing fine in this lovely little white room here with my plastic things and cruddy tea that is most certainly a stupid American brand. I'm also doing fine up here." He tapped his head with one finger. "There really is no need to keep me here especially with a damn war going on! Unless wars just magically stop once you reach this place!" Now he was shouting and Matthew took a step back from him.
"P-please Mr. Kirkland there is no need to yell at me. I'm just the nurs-" he was cut off again.
Arthur stood up and tossed his cup behind him. "The nurse, I get it! Your just here to do the doctors work while that good for nothing is probably off doing no good to anyone! I haven't even seen this man that they call a 'doctor' who obviously intends to keep a healthy man like me where I don't belong." Arthur turned away from Matthew who was trembling in fear now and had his back pressed against the door and his clipboard in front of his face. Arthur held his hands behind his back and seemed to be starring off deep into thought. If there had been a window in the little white room one would assume that he was looking through it, but seeing as there wasn't one a person could only hope he was thinking. After a moment he turned back to Matthew and sighed. "Take the clipboard down from your face. Good. Now tell me who is this doctor that stands between me and my freedom?"
Matthew looked down again still to afraid of Arthur to make eye contact. "He goes by the name Dr. Hero."
"Dr. Hero? What a ridiculous name," the Brit muttered to himself. "Alright what is his official position here at the hospital?"
"Well he is the….um…. Drug Administrator."
"Hmmmm," Arthur mused. He crossed his arms and seemed to be thinking again. A few moments passed before he looked back up at Matthew. "Alright see if you can answer my next question. How come every odd little request I make gets answered?" Here he motioned around the room from his discarded tea mug, to a stack of large books in one corner, even to a poster on the wall of Big Ben in London. Both of the men knew that these were small items but ones that would normally be denied to any other patient. Arthur turned back and continued, "Yet he doesn't even come and see me or check on me himself? I already have a very good idea as to who he is and apparently he knows who I am, although I hope I'm wrong, but does he himself come here? No."
Matthew finally gained the courage to look back up at the Brit but couldn't think of an answer to give him. What logical reason that Arthur would accept could he make up? "W-well maybe he is just busy with o-other patients?" he mumbled hoping it would satisfy the other man.
Arthur raised an eyebrow apparently unsatisfied. "You just told me he was a Drug Administrator, did you not? What else does that job require besides signing some papers that allow other doctors to give patients drugs? I mean really he can't stop writing prescriptions to come down here? I won't accept that" Matthew opened his mouth to speak but Arthur cut him off for the third time. "Nurse I require this Dr. Hero if you please."
"B-but he usually doesn't answer to requests like that," Matthew replied. Dr. Hero usually did things when he wanted to do them and not on anyone else's schedule. That alone made Matthew wonder how he had become a doctor.
The British man didn't seem to care. "Go and fetch him will you nurse? And tell him to bring some fresh tea with him. Make it the good kind this time as well." Then he sat back down as if he intended to wait right there and not move an inch until his requests were fulfilled.
"I c-can try but what if h-he doesn't want to come?" Matthew asked opening the door and edging out slowly as he did.
Arthur smirked an oddly devilish smirk. "Just go get him. As I pointed out before, he answers every other request I make. So why not this one?"
Matthew simply nodded and shut the door behind him. After it was shut securely he turned and bolted back down the hallway. This place always crept him out and the patients were even worse. For once he was glad no one knew who he was, that way no one would stop him as he ran.
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