Urgent Check Up

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A: I can hear footsteps outside. You should really open your home back up.

A: Don’t look at me like that, you’re my responsibility. You were sent here for a reason, I have to keep you safe, okay? I feel like I understand you, you have to trust me.

A: I know how those higher ups would treat you if they found you. I can’t let that happen to you. I just can’t. You were in my fucking wall for months, did you even see anything that happened to me? Clearly you didn’t understand the true weight of it all. You shouldn’t want this ...I thought you actually saw me-

A: …

A: …I want to believe you can help us.
A: Under the bed, quickly.

A: The door is unlocked.

It slips onto the floor, the bed creaks from a loss of weight. I hear the handle faintly jiggle, pairing with a visual of a faint shadow outside the foggy window.

V: Goodmorning, Astrid.

V: My apologies for waking you, but your therapy sessions with your fellow patients are quiet overdue. If something is causing you troubles, I would be more than happy to offer my assistance. I would hate to see my favorite patient unable to get the resources they need.

This is right about when I stopped listening to him.

Doctor Vulcan is my main health care provider. Fortunately, he does not participate in experimental testing for patients, like many of his status do. Despite being highly robotic, he is the opposite from cold. In fact, I feel warm around him quite a lot. Maybe he can cause fevers as a defect.

He is very good at his job. I feel calm enough to ignore the small kicks under my bed frame. Calm to the point where I can forget Kismet ever fell through this hospital’s confinement. Calm enough to fall right into him.

Unfortunately, I don’t think any amount of calm is
enough to block out the loud honks coming from behind his figure.

Nurse Magz previously was a childcare worker, helping children with mental traumas. She has been promoted to a more serious profession, but it seems her teaching styles have not changed since daycare. She is rather kind, but “calm” is never a word I’d associate with her.

M: Sweetheart, I haven’t seen you in days! My poor baby, you must let the others know you’re alright! Your peers are already waiting in our meeting room.

I wait for Vulcan to tell the taller clown to let me rest, like I assume he has done every other day of the week. Except, he doesn’t.V: Let me help escort you, Astrid.I feel my gut twist, I struggle to swallow the black ink back down my throat. I wish I was the one under the bed.