Helpless

'Cause

Colonel Tom Robbins sat down in the morning confusion, and nurse ran to him. "Good morning, sir. What's your name?" she asked him. Again that stupid question, like every damn Monday. "Oh, come on. You wrote down my name on my PJ's top. Don't try to try me. My name is Tom Robbins, a veteran from World War II. Don't play with me. I have no idea, where I am, but I am not that stupid to miss the fact who I am." "Do you want your pills?" She asked him quietly. He nodded angrily. "Yeah. I will take these tiny pieces of shitty chemicals, that would help me to forgot. Or maybe not. I am not sure, because I am still distracted of your rainbow bra." She turned red and took the pills from the orange tube. They were small like clock's batteries and some kind of blue. "It's because you looking at. Don't argue with me and take your pills." He frowned, but slowly he swallowed his pills. "Good. I took them. Now go with me to the toilet. I want to do this one thing like a man. Not like a stupid baby!" She shook her head. "But, Tom, you have a..." Man turned angry. "Don't remind me, that I am not to able control my own body. Please, shut off your mouth and follow me to the toilet, because my hands are still able to choke you, if you don't stop talking about this shit." "Why you treating your favourite nurse? Bad boy, isn't you?" someone placed his hand to colonel's shoulder. Man startled, when he heard the voice of his therapeutist. That man followed him even in his dreams. "Go, Simone, go. Let me take care of him now." He took his hand from old man and squatted in front of him: "Well, why you are so upset today? Have you had bad sleep?" Man shook his head: "Give me, what you took from me." Therapeutist smiled confusedly on him: "What are you talking about? Your personal belongings are on their places in your closet. I checked that personally this morning. We took nothing." Colonel looked at him unbelieveably. "I am not talking about some stupid dog tags with names of my fallen brothers. I am talking about my virility! Look at me! You feed me, you changing my clothes, and these damn diapers you put on me,... and you keep me in a lie, that everything is okay! Because I know something is going on..." He coughed from too much talking and saw a smirk on man's face. And he startled again, he considered that he did the mistake. He turned him to anger. Finally, man looked away and say with a little unreadable smirk: "Oh, come on, Tom, you have no idea, what's wrong with you. Because all these angry sessions fading away and returning every damn morning. You repeating this shit all the time. You have no idea, that you live only this one day. Every day for a six years. You are here six years." Tom shook his head angrily. "You lie! How can I live that one day for those years? Doesn't make a sense to me." Therapeutist looked at him. "Calm down, mr. Robbins. And take these pills. You will see, how the world goes." he said patiently. But Tom Robbins threw up his hands and began to shout:  "NO! I can't take these pills anymore! I need to have a clear mind to fight with that. Why you want to mute me? Why you want me drugged? I want to live somehow, without them. Without you! Give me my life back!" Therapeutist looked at him with cold look. "You are really bad boy today, Tommy? We have to punish you somehow. What about turning off your small TV? Or maybe you shouldn't get your lunch. Or you want to apologize for your naughty words?" Old man shook his head without hesitate. Man in white coat waved on nurse near by them and said: "Timothy, take care about him. Cold shower. Thirty minutes will be great. You know, what to do." Young man devilishly smiled, as he took the old man's shoulders and forced him to stand up. "Come on, Tommy. Don't make it more complicated than it is." he exclaimed, as he pushed him to the elevator. After a small talk on his phone, he turned to scared man and said him: "You should tought before you speak with him like that. All of that is only your fault, so don't try to turn me to emotions for you." And with these words he pushed him to the bathroom. Tom looked at him sadly, when doors slammed behind him. 

His roaring filled the whole sanatorium. Therapeutist looked at the ceiling with satisfied smile. Old crazy army boy. Those people made him smile. They sent them here because of their PTSD or schizofrenia. But colonel Tom Robbins? He was unique. His memory resets by the night, making him confused about all. And what fascinated the therapeutist most? The man lived this one day again and again without change. Unique. The man smiled and then picked up his phone. "Yeah. You can stop torturing him. I bet he had enough. Put him to the bed and come back to me. We need to talk about him." 

"I am not sure about that, you know?" Therapeutist nodded. "But you belongs to me, what means you have to fill my wishes without hesitate. So kneel down." Timothy nodded and touched the ground with his forehead. "Well, now you apologize for punishing our clients. They complained to you and I saw the bruises on their old poor bodies." Timothy growled, but finally spoke: "Fine! I am sorry for filling your commands!" Therapeutist laughed. "Well done, Timothy. Now you can go." Timothy stood up, when he felt a strange smell. "What..." he turned to his lord, but then they heard: "FIRE! FIRE ON THE SECOND FLOOR! HELP US!" Both men ran from the office and therapeutist quickly commanded all of his nurses to wake all patients and help them out of the building. They started to work together and soon all of the patients were saved. They were surrounded around the old oak tree beside the building and nurses tried to keep them calm. But they were scared as well as them. Colonel Tom Robbins sat down on the bench and sobbed. His room was in the flames. All his things... his personal belongings. All that probably burned in the fire. "Hi. My name is Alice. I was there, when it started." Tom didn't  notice, who that woman was, but as she stood in front of him, he considered he know her. "So?" he asked unfriendly. "I saw the one, who made this." Tom Robbins shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I hope they will wanted to know that." "Hey, what's up, honey?" she asked him with the real concern. "Go away. I want to be alone." he said. Soon, they heard a sirens of firefighters. They fought with the fire only about five minutes, but they informed a therapeutist, that damage to property will have a much greater extent as the sole fire...

All patients were moved to the older building on the property of sanatorium. Some clothes from their rooms were already there, but some of them had none. As a Tom Robbins and Alice Wrightbold /that's how called her.