Dissociation
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Última publicación mar, oct 28, 2014
Last Name: Hesper
First & Middle Name: Rosalyn Octavia
Birth: April 17, 1864
Sypnosis: Schizophrenia
"Perhaps they need to brush up on they're research, right, Rosalyn?"
I felt myself nod, without the intention to. I had turned my head and smiled as if I were talking to someone next to me. "Of course, Rose."
She smiled back, a sickly sweet smile that would make anyone's stomach turn. I felt my mouth twitch, wanting to form the same smile and coniving look that danced in her eyes that were identical to my own. Her hand reached out and landed on my arm. I didn't feel it. "I'm pleased to hear that you agree, Rosalyn. Now, let's head back to our room."
She began to walk down the deserted hall, back to our room. The only thing that kept me from following her was the file that I had locked in my hands. I peered down at it once more, reading what the doctors had written.
"... the patient rooms alone and scarcely allowed out... she is a potential danger to the other patients."
Alone. I room alone.
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