Experiment of Madness

18-The Shadows of Her Past -Dag

I let out a frustrated sigh, walking into the Sanctum Healing Care Clinic. I'm growing tired of the constant calls from Dr. Paul, the doctor who seems obsessed with me.

As I enter the clinic, I am immediately greeted by Dr. Paul, who stands nearby. I walk alongside him, my expression a mix of resignation and irritation.

Frustration laces my voice as I respond to Dr. Paul's latest inquiry. "Let me guess, you've called about the lost patient again," I say, my tone tinged with annoyance. "Well, unfortunately, I don't have any information about it."

"Not this time. I fear I haven't called you for this."
Taken aback by his reply, I raise an eyebrow in surprise. "What do you mean? If it's not about the lost patient, then why have you been calling me?"

Dr. Paul looks at me with a mix of concern and desperation in his eyes. "You remember Emilia Morrow? Your first patient here?" he begins. "She was calm when you visited her, but now that you stopped coming, she has started to hurt herself and the nurses. Could you possibly go and talk to her like the last time?" The plea in his voice is hard to miss.

My initial reaction is one of annoyance and indifference, but I know better than to express it outright. Instead, I acquiesce with a reluctant nod, silently thinking to myself how much of a drag the whole situation is. Yet, there's a small glimmer of hope in my mind that perhaps this might lead me to some information about Aerra.

Dr. Paul continues, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "I know I'm asking a lot of you," he admits, his eyes meeting mine. "But Emilia really seemed to connect with you, and I think your presence might help calm her down."

I let out a resigned sigh, accepting the fact that I'm being called upon to handle this situation. Dr. Paul's words, while somewhat manipulative, hold a grain of truth. Emilia did seem to connect with me during our previous interactions. "Fine," I reply, my tone a mix of resignation and determination. "I'll go talk to her."

As I entered the room, I noticed Emilia sitting on the bed. To my surprise, she jumps up with a smile on her face as soon as she sees me.

I roll my eyes.

I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow, addressing her directly. "You're causing quite a fuss just so I would come here," I comment, my tone a mix of annoyance and resignation.

Her grin widens, and she responds with a playful tone, conceding that I have indeed figured out her motives. "Of course you found out," she says, her voice laced with a hint of admiration. "You're so smart."

I lean against the wall and cross my arms, meeting her gaze. "So this is your plan," I comment, my tone a mix of exasperation and begrudging amusement. "Act out and cause trouble just to get my attention."

Emilia's grin widens further, clearly enjoying the fact that I've picked up on her intentions. "Well," she replies, her voice dripping with mock innocence, "it worked, didn't it?"

I take a moment to pick up the nearby surveillance camera, taking care to ensure that our conversation remains private. Once the camera is safely out of sight, I turn back to Emilia with a slightly amused expression.

I cross my arms and lean against the wall, my tone a mix of condescension and skepticism. "Yes, you did," I say, conceding that she has achieved her goal. "But it's quite pathetic," I add, my voice dripping with disdain.

Emilia's grin falters for a moment, but she quickly regains her composure. "You don't have to be hurtful, you know," she responds, her voice tinged with a hint of defensiveness.

My expression darkens, and my voice becomes cold and stern. "You really think I care about being hurtful?" I retort, my words carrying an unexpected edge. "You're a mental ward patient, not my concern. I'm here out of boredom, not compassion."