The Therapist
Do you believe in monsters? Do you think that something could be lurking under your bed; inside the closet?
The Therapist cast a glance over his covers. He swore he saw something shift beside his desk, where a glowing blue hologram of a document stood, the only light source of the hospital bedroom. Even the window didn't allow any light inside, though the curtains were open. The chair shifted again, but when the Therapist flicked on his lamp the only thing that sat there was a neat pile of laundry. Suddenly the door flung open, and the Therapist screamed. But it was only a nurse, attracted by the light from the lamp that had escaped under the door.
"Sir, are you alright?" She asked apprehensively.
The man did not answer. He just sat in his bed, eyes wide. Sweat dripped from him like a waterfall, soaking the covers.
"I can retrieve the doctor..." The nurse began, but the man just let out a whimper in response. "Sir, stay here, I will return shortly."
The second she left, the Therapist hastily stood and walked to the desk, he spun the chair around multiple times as if a monster hid behind it. When he drew his arms back, one of his arms brushed against his leg. He felt the cold metal and in a moment of insanity, thought the black limb was that of a monster.
Slowly and shakily, the arm that the Society gave him as a sign of his loyalty was raised to his face. Thousands of thoughts traveled in his brain. He was truly unhinged.
When the doctor finally came to the hospital room about five minutes later, he found the Therapist laying on the floor, metal fingers wrapped around his broken neck.

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