Experiment of Madness

35- Chasing the Madness-Dag

I walked with her beside me, her grip on my arm secure, her head tilted down, concealed behind the hood of her large hoodie.

I soothe her concerns, saying calmly, "It's the middle of the night, the hospital is locked, no one knows we're here," my words intended to reassure her, to calm her possible nerves.

Link walks alongside us, his presence a welcomed assurance, "Yeah if someone finds out I'm doing this, I'll get fired," he adds, a hint of reassurance in his voice, the risks of our presence here understood.

I cut any further discussion short, my tone firm, "Just shut up and walk."

My thoughts flicker with uncertainty as she begins to speak, "Dag, I'm not sure..." her voice trailing off, her doubt palpable as she struggles to articulate her thoughts.

I reassure her, my voice steady and confident, "Trust me. I'm with you," I emphasize, hoping to dispel her doubts, to assure her of my presence and support.

She's seeking answers, and I'm determined to find them, no matter what it takes, my mind focused. "You wanted answers, right? We'll get them tonight," My words carry a resolve to uncover the truth.

I continue moving forward, the determination in my eyes unwavering, focused on the task at hand. "We'll find whatever we can," I assure her, the words a reminder that we'll uncover what we came here for.

Link unlocks the door with his card, "I'll be outside," he says, stepping aside and making way for us to enter, indicating he'll stand guard outside.

I assure her further, "The cameras are off too. No one will know we were here," my voice carrying a confidence that we have taken the necessary precautions to keep our presence here hidden.

She walks in, and I follow, closing the door behind us, my ears tuning out Link's voice, focusing on the task at hand, the silence of the hospital room surrounding us.

Her hands shake slightly as she removes the hood, revealing her pale, sicken face. She looks like she's about to throw up, her expression a mixture of anxiety and nausea.

But everything goes for like I planned to.

The experiment I designed is to explore the origins of the voice in Aerra's mind. It entails using sensors, specifically EEG or MRI, to analyze her brain activity and determine the source of her auditory hallucinations to understand the origin of the voice that she claims to hear in her head.

I led her to a room equipped with the necessary equipment for the experiment to be conducted. I guide her to a chair, positioned amidst the array of monitors and equipment for the EEG and MRI scanners. "Sit here," I instruct, my voice firm and professional.

She looks around, her fear obvious in her expression, her eyes scanning the  surroundings of the room.

I try to reassure her, using a softer tone, "Don't be scared. It's okay." My hands reach out to guide her to the chair, offering reassurance despite her visible fear.

I position her in the chair, making sure she is comfortably seated. I attach the EEG sensors to her head, carefully placing them strategically to monitor her brain activity while explaining my next move. "We'll start by analyzing your brain activity first," I inform her, my voice carrying a mix of professionalism and gentle patience.

I continue the setup, adjusting the sensors and calibrating the equipment. The computer monitors display data, capturing and analyzing her brain waves. "This data will help us understand your brain activity," I explain, observing the readings on the monitor.

I glance at the data on the monitors, the electrical impulses displayed in the form of waves. "Let's see," I echo my own words, starting the actual analysis. I adjust the settings on the equipment, carefully monitoring the real-time data, observing the patterns of her brain activity.