AHS: Asylum - Delphinium

04 - Dr. Thredson

Grace and Kit walked into the common room together, their voices animated as they discussed their earlier encounter.

"Did you do what I said? Did you toss your sh*t at him?" Grace asked Kit, her tone intense.

Kit shook his head. "I can't do it. I can't fake crazy."

Grace was relentless. "Did you at least spit at him?"

"I can't fake crazy."

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by Arthur's voice as he interjected, "What's this about faking crazy?"

Kit looked up with a mix of surprise and relief. "Arthur, you're okay!"

Arthur seemed to be in an unusual state of mind as he lightly returned Kit's hug. "How was it with Dr. Arden?" Grace inquired as him and Kit let go.

"Strange, but overall okay. He's a fan of my work."

Grace teased, "Ooo, got yourself your first fan."

Arthur rolled his eyes at her remark. "What were you guys talking about?"

"Well, before you got here, Kit had a meeting with a doctor."

"A doctor?" Arthur asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, the one from the courts who decides if I'm crazy or if I get sent to the chair."

"And did you spit at him or something?" Arthur questioned.

"I told him that," Grace replied.

Kit, realizing the seriousness of his situation, expressed his concerns. "Look, what I need to do is escape this place now before he files that report, and I'm screwed."

Grace tried to reason with him. "There is no escape. I gave you your way out."

Arthur chimed in, confirming Grace's statement. "She really did."

Kit, however, was determined. "Think. Think hard. There's got to be a way out of this place. I need to find Alma."

An idea suddenly occurred to him. "Now, what about the bakery? Aren't there delivery vans?"

Grace and Arthur exchanged confused glances. "How does that work? You disguise yourself as a giant loaf of pumpernickel?" they quipped simultaneously.

Kit's desperation showed as he responded, "I don't know anymore. I just gotta get out before he files that report."

Defeated, Kit slumped into a nearby chair, and Grace and Arthur joined him. "Wait," Grace asked, turning to Arthur. "Aren't you only here temporarily?"

Arthur nodded. "So, aren't you going to have to meet this doctor?"

"Oh, right. I'd assumed I made a good enough case to be here permanently," Arthur replied.

Curious about Kit's encounter with the doctor, Grace inquired, "What was he like, Kit?"

Kit reflected on his meeting. "He was nice for a doctor."

"Nice?" Arthur questioned, clearly unimpressed.

"He offered me a cigarette."

Grace commented, "Wow, your definition of nice is terrible," and Arthur nodded in agreement.

The conversation continued,

"Well, I think you and Arthur are nice." Kit said.

Grace responded with sarcasm, "You hear that, Arthur?"

"I do," Arthur replied, "He's pulling at my heartstrings."

"Like you have any," Grace teased, and Arthur rolled his eyes.