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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4351684" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Nemo Solus Sapit: Part 2 –The Van Dyson Center</strong></p><p></p><p>Guppy woke up in a cold sweat. It was all just a bad dream. </p><p></p><p>Faint at first but growing louder, Guppy could hear a repetitive sound outside, like an echo of some sort, but vaguely familiar: thwip, thwip, thwip.</p><p></p><p>Guppy glanced around the room and realize it was not his bedroom. </p><p></p><p>He climbed off the bed and walked in the dark, tripping over something. A tray clanged loudly. </p><p></p><p>Guppy felt his way along the wall to a small opening in the door. A glass pane.</p><p></p><p>He peered through the glass at the empty corridor outside, realizing what it meant…he was inside a cell. </p><p></p><p>The door opened and Hector walked in. Guppy knew Hector from before; he was the Majestic-12 friendly who had smuggled him out of the Van Dyson Center.</p><p></p><p>“Hello Hank. I’m Hector.” Hector showed no signs of recognizing him. “It’s time to take your meds.”</p><p></p><p>“Wait a minute,” said Guppy, his voice rising. “Hector, where am I? What is going on?”</p><p></p><p>“Now Hank…”</p><p></p><p>“No, I want to know what’s going!” shouted Guppy. “The last thing I knew I was driving along trying to avoid a news crew and then there’s this naked woman and she grabbed me by the mouth and—“</p><p></p><p>“Hank, are you going to be difficult?” asked Hector with the disapproving tone reserved for a child.</p><p></p><p>“Difficult? I’m not being difficult! I’m trying to figure out what the hell is going on here!”</p><p></p><p>There was a knock at the door. Petrov Van Dyson, Hank’s old doctor, entered. He nodded to Hector. </p><p></p><p>“It’s okay, I’ll take it from here.” Van Dyson turned back to Guppy. “How do you feel, Hank?”</p><p></p><p>“I feel like I don’t know what is going on here!” He sat down on the bed. “The last thing I remember is this naked woman. She was bleeding from her eyes…”</p><p></p><p>Van Dyson was half-listening to him, half-signaling to Hector. Guppy noticed he was wearing the uniform all patients wore: a white T-shirt and sweats. </p><p></p><p>“Now Hank, I’m going to give you something to calm down.”</p><p></p><p>Van Dyson grabbed the meds from Hector. “Just take this and we can sit down and chat.”</p><p></p><p>“What? I don’t need medication!”</p><p></p><p>Van Dyson cleared his throat. “Now Hank. I understand you had an experience. But you have to look at it from our perspective. You’re obviously very distraught. We can’t have a rational conversation until you calm down, and the valium will help.”</p><p></p><p>“How many milligrams is that?” asked Guppy weakly.</p><p></p><p>“Just twenty. Enough to take the edge off. Take the pills and then we can talk.”</p><p></p><p>Guppy sighed and nodded.</p><p></p><p>Van Dyson handed him the pills and a plastic cup of water. After Guppy swallowed it, he motioned for Hector to leave. </p><p></p><p>“Hank, this is very awkward. Technically I shouldn't even be treating you, but the court has granted us a waiver until you’re transferred. So whatever is said here won't leave this room. Let me ask you a question: How long have you been here?”</p><p></p><p>“What? I just woke up in here!”</p><p></p><p>“Just answer the question. Humor me.”</p><p></p><p>“I…I don’t know. A few hours?”</p><p></p><p>“You’ve been here five days, Hank. You were admitted to the neurosurgical unit seizing violently. That lasted three days. Scans revealed left-sided weakness, numbness and severe frontal lobe deficits. You came out of it and tested negative for PCP, underwent extensive hypnosis and received amytal injections.” </p><p></p><p>Guppy looked down at his wrists. They had reddish marks. </p><p></p><p>“You were tied down for a day and a half so you wouldn't hurt yourself and then you went into a state of, well – you’ve been pretty much catatonic. This is the first time you spoke. Do you remember what you were doing before you ended up here?”</p><p></p><p>“I was driving along. I think I was being followed. When I looked up there was this woman. She was naked. I got out to try to help her, but she grabbed me. She was so strong…and then I blacked out.”</p><p></p><p>Van Dyson sighed. “When you left us here, you were transferred to Arkham Asylum. Against my wishes, granted; and I see I was right.”</p><p></p><p>“Right about what?” asked Guppy with rising dread.</p><p></p><p>“You escaped. You killed an orderly, Hank. You said you thought he was an alien. You shot him dead. Then, you climbed a clock tower with a homemade bomb strapped to your chest and threatened to blow yourself up. You kept ranting about being a government agent, and that him wanted the government to admit the truth…”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t remember that!” but Guppy remembered something similar. His last mission. The one that got him into so much trouble in the first place. Could he have completely imagined it? Did he ever really leave the safety of the mental health system?</p><p></p><p>“There was indeed an accident. The police gave you a vehicle as per your demands, but you crashed it in a gully. I’m sorry Hank, there was no report of any woman.” He patted Guppy’s hand. “Rest now. The sedatives should help. I’m just glad you’re once again among the living.”</p><p></p><p>As Guppy slunk back onto the stiff bed, he wasn’t so sure.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4351684, member: 3285"] [b]Nemo Solus Sapit: Part 2 –The Van Dyson Center[/b] Guppy woke up in a cold sweat. It was all just a bad dream. Faint at first but growing louder, Guppy could hear a repetitive sound outside, like an echo of some sort, but vaguely familiar: thwip, thwip, thwip. Guppy glanced around the room and realize it was not his bedroom. He climbed off the bed and walked in the dark, tripping over something. A tray clanged loudly. Guppy felt his way along the wall to a small opening in the door. A glass pane. He peered through the glass at the empty corridor outside, realizing what it meant…he was inside a cell. The door opened and Hector walked in. Guppy knew Hector from before; he was the Majestic-12 friendly who had smuggled him out of the Van Dyson Center. “Hello Hank. I’m Hector.” Hector showed no signs of recognizing him. “It’s time to take your meds.” “Wait a minute,” said Guppy, his voice rising. “Hector, where am I? What is going on?” “Now Hank…” “No, I want to know what’s going!” shouted Guppy. “The last thing I knew I was driving along trying to avoid a news crew and then there’s this naked woman and she grabbed me by the mouth and—“ “Hank, are you going to be difficult?” asked Hector with the disapproving tone reserved for a child. “Difficult? I’m not being difficult! I’m trying to figure out what the hell is going on here!” There was a knock at the door. Petrov Van Dyson, Hank’s old doctor, entered. He nodded to Hector. “It’s okay, I’ll take it from here.” Van Dyson turned back to Guppy. “How do you feel, Hank?” “I feel like I don’t know what is going on here!” He sat down on the bed. “The last thing I remember is this naked woman. She was bleeding from her eyes…” Van Dyson was half-listening to him, half-signaling to Hector. Guppy noticed he was wearing the uniform all patients wore: a white T-shirt and sweats. “Now Hank, I’m going to give you something to calm down.” Van Dyson grabbed the meds from Hector. “Just take this and we can sit down and chat.” “What? I don’t need medication!” Van Dyson cleared his throat. “Now Hank. I understand you had an experience. But you have to look at it from our perspective. You’re obviously very distraught. We can’t have a rational conversation until you calm down, and the valium will help.” “How many milligrams is that?” asked Guppy weakly. “Just twenty. Enough to take the edge off. Take the pills and then we can talk.” Guppy sighed and nodded. Van Dyson handed him the pills and a plastic cup of water. After Guppy swallowed it, he motioned for Hector to leave. “Hank, this is very awkward. Technically I shouldn't even be treating you, but the court has granted us a waiver until you’re transferred. So whatever is said here won't leave this room. Let me ask you a question: How long have you been here?” “What? I just woke up in here!” “Just answer the question. Humor me.” “I…I don’t know. A few hours?” “You’ve been here five days, Hank. You were admitted to the neurosurgical unit seizing violently. That lasted three days. Scans revealed left-sided weakness, numbness and severe frontal lobe deficits. You came out of it and tested negative for PCP, underwent extensive hypnosis and received amytal injections.” Guppy looked down at his wrists. They had reddish marks. “You were tied down for a day and a half so you wouldn't hurt yourself and then you went into a state of, well – you’ve been pretty much catatonic. This is the first time you spoke. Do you remember what you were doing before you ended up here?” “I was driving along. I think I was being followed. When I looked up there was this woman. She was naked. I got out to try to help her, but she grabbed me. She was so strong…and then I blacked out.” Van Dyson sighed. “When you left us here, you were transferred to Arkham Asylum. Against my wishes, granted; and I see I was right.” “Right about what?” asked Guppy with rising dread. “You escaped. You killed an orderly, Hank. You said you thought he was an alien. You shot him dead. Then, you climbed a clock tower with a homemade bomb strapped to your chest and threatened to blow yourself up. You kept ranting about being a government agent, and that him wanted the government to admit the truth…” “I don’t remember that!” but Guppy remembered something similar. His last mission. The one that got him into so much trouble in the first place. Could he have completely imagined it? Did he ever really leave the safety of the mental health system? “There was indeed an accident. The police gave you a vehicle as per your demands, but you crashed it in a gully. I’m sorry Hank, there was no report of any woman.” He patted Guppy’s hand. “Rest now. The sedatives should help. I’m just glad you’re once again among the living.” As Guppy slunk back onto the stiff bed, he wasn’t so sure. [/QUOTE]
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