You drive me crazy

Decisions

I drove home from work and hoped that a little american comedy TV would clear my head and get my thoughts off this whole therapy thing.
I have to say it crossed my mind once in a while to ask Dr. Arkham to give 4479 another therapist but I could only imagine the cred when I cure this patient who everyone believed were almost beyond saving.
When I got home I just dropped my jacket on the floor and left my shoes in the middle of the hall.
I walked over to the TV, turned it on and watched "Looney Tunes" - And I hate to admit that I let out a dumb laugh once in a while.
I fell asleep there on the dark grey fabric couch and a picture formed in my mind.
The string of light and I run forward.

He keep staring at what seems to be nothing and that's when I notice why he's not moving. There's a big knife right through his stomach. "Guy..." I stutter and pull out the knife. He falls and so does the head. That's when I feel the lips - the knifes. I feel the bruises in my face forming a big smile.
But the person behind me says something;
"I make people laugh..."

I wake up gasping in the middle of the night.
It was him. 4479, my patient. He was there in my dream. Now I had to get rid of him as my patient. I could not stand the thought of sitting alone in a room with the man who appeared in my dream, cutting my face. The dreams were horrible enough.
After a short while I fell asleep again and all night I could hear his voice saying; "I make people laugh".

Next morning I woke up in time to the sound of my alarm and not to my own scream.
I got up and took a shower, did my makeup and my hair, ate breakfast and changed into my regular work clothers whith the words echoing in my head; "I make people laugh".
I shivered. "It's over soon, Harleen. He will be gone as soon as you get to work" I told myself over and over again to stop my shivering.

As I walked through the doors to the asylum I heard the voice of doctor Jeremiah Arkham. I followed his voice while shouting his name several times.
I caught a sight of him as I half ran over to him.
"Jeremiah - Doctor Arkham, I would like to have a talk about patient 4479."
"Whatever you say" He said and with a gesture he showed me the way to his office.
We walked in scilence for a couple of minutes down the corridor which I barely noticed since my eyes were focused to my feet and the floor.
"Doctor Quinzel?" Jeremiah said and I looked up, if it wasn't for that I would probably have walked into his office door which he held up for me.
I stepped into his office and sat down on a chair by his desk when he asked me to sit down.
"What was it that you wanted to talk about, Harleen?" He asked me and put his tied together hands up on the desk.
"Well, it's about my patient, 4479 - The Joker" I answered.
"What about him?"
"I would like to ask for permotion to end my sessions with him"
"Well I suppose... but why is that?"
"He..." What was I supposed to answer? He appears in my nightmares? His words are hounting me day and night? I answered with the first sane answer that I came up with "He feels intimitating"
"Okay then, I'll end your sessions with patient 4479"
"Thank you" I answered him in a relieved sigh.
I got back in my office and got on some paper work. It was a relief being back to these non threatening papers and pencils. Although it had only been one session it had felt like an eternity of madness, nightmares and those words. It would all be over now. I wrote my signature on the paper and said to myself:
"G'bye Mister J"