You can't "fix" a Psychopath

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When I woke up, all I could see was white. As my eyes adjusted, I started to closely observe my surroundings. I was in a hospital room. There was a table to my right, and a machine monitoring my heartbeat. Two purple flowers were on the table next to the IV. I tried to sit up, but it was as if I was tied to the bed. Then to my horror, I realized that I was. Velcro straps were over my legs, and I was wearing a straight jacket. I struggled for several minutes before finally giving up. There had to be a reasonable explanation for this. It was probably just a misunderstanding. A tall man, with jet black hair, an icy blue eyes, walked in and said, "Oh good, you're awake. I'm Doctor Davis" "Why am I tied up like this?" I asked. "Well Miss Locke, for several reasons. On your medical record, it shows that you suffer from schizophrenia, paranoia, anxiety, and many other conditions. The police searched your apartment, but they did not find any sort of medication prescribed to aid in your recovery.

They did however, find two fully loaded, unlicensed, illegal handguns in your bedroom closet. Along with proof of you conspiring to end the Queen's life." "Well, this might sound crazy, but that was all fake. Except for the guns. I was making plans with the Holmes brothers to kill Jim Moriarty." I said. He replied, "Ma'm Jim Moriarty never existed in the first place, Sherlock Holmes hired an actor to pretend to be the fictional character of Moriarty. Mycroft Holmes was the person to reveal your betrayal against this country. So to say that you were getting help from the Holmes brothers to kill Jim Moriarty, does sound quite crazy. As soon as you are fully healed from any injuries acquired from the explosion, you will be admitted to the psych ward of the hospital."

"But Jim will find me. I'll be tied to this bed, helpless. He could just walk in hear at any moment and shoot me. I've been working for the government to try and take him down. You have to believe me!" I protested. He sighed and said, "Look, you're obviously confused. We will help you to get better. It's all going to be alright." He pulled a syringe out of his pocket and pushed its contents into the IV line. He turned around and walked out the door. I tried to yell something else at him, but before I could get the words out, I faded into the ever darkening silence of sleep.