Patient Safety Net

Chapter two is a work in progress. When you have reached the end of a page, always click the last image shown. Have fun, dear.TW: Jokes around sucide.

V: If you need me, I will be right across the hall. You are more than capable, this is meant to help you, Astrid. Tell Otto I say hello! I have to go mop up his mess again.Vulcan reassuringly patted my shoulder, and exited the room. I decided to go take my seat, knowing I no longer had an escape.

NM: Rise and shine everyone! I am more than joyful to be inviting Astrid back to our sessions. Please give Azzy a great warm welcome back!

Two other patients sit across from me. Otto, the patient to the left, seems to care about these meetings as much as I do. He cares for a cat, Marvel, and seems to act as the pet’s personal chew toy. If it wasn’t for Marvel, I don’t think he would need half of the stitching he has.

The patient to the right is Murphy. The one who is chewing worms, and has the appearance of a small quiet mouse. However, I don’t think of Murphy as a quiet person, I guess that trait never translated through the lab experiments. He also has a pet, the snake in his IV bag, named Archibald. Don’t worry, I think the name is fucking ridiculous too.

M: Where the fuck have you been?NM: Murphy! Why would you say that so harshly to our friend?

M: Friend? I had to come here every day, that shit is not fair! Tell her it’s not fair, Otto!

Otto was pretty bluntly zoning out from the situation, but he isn’t one to disagree with Murphy.

O: Fuck- Uh yeah, not fair.M: See!Great, thanks Otto. I wonder if bashing my head into this tabletop would be enough to kill me.

NM: Murphy, I see that you are rather upset-A: No. No, they’re right. I am sorry. I was being selfish -and I am- I am sorry. I promise it won’t happen again.I think I am suffocating, a strange feeling is boiling through me. I feel really dizzy, why am I so dizzy? Why did I promise him that?

K: …

I look back up and I am no longer struggling to breath. A boy with short blond hair sits in front of me, his hair is definitely not the only short thing about him. If my mind wasn’t so foggy, I could probably count a few of the freckles on his face. A snake slithers down his arm. Everything is so familiar and yet so far.?: I snuck him in from my old hospital! I know he is dangerous or whatever, but he’s my best friend. You can’t tell anyone about him! Promise me you won’t!A: I promise.?: Good!

M: Good.What just happened? Did I see kismet? Shit, I need to check on it, I shouldn’t have left it alone. Kismet can open fucking portals in the walls, why did I think leaving it alone was a good idea?! Still, I don’t know if that was it’s inter-dimensional thing or if I’m finally falling to hallucinations.It’s most likely the ladder.No matter what, I really should check on it. There is no way I’m going to get out if someone’s pissed at me. So, how can I…

O: Uhm…Murphy’s pissed expression melts into delight when Otto taps his shoulder. Otto pushes Mr.Marvel towards him. The mouse loves cats. How ironic.Of course, he would cheer Murphy up. I guess I forgive him for that bullshit earlier.

Speaking of forgiveness.M: AWHH!! Hmph, I guess me and Mr. Marvel can forgive Azzy, can’t we, Marv!?O: Careful please…M: Oh, Otto I could just eat him up!! My little meow meow!!O: Wouldn’t it be the opposite since you’re… ya know..M: Oh shh! Mr. Marvel would never eat me! Or any mouse, isn’t that right, Marv?Idiot.

NM: Well! Since that’s been resolved, why don’t we start off with the highs and lows of our weeks? Astrid, our dearly departed, why don’t you start us off?

High and low? What category would Kismet even go to? It’s been an inconvenience, but at the same time a source of obscure comfort. Kismet is very grey to me.

Grey is not a high nor a low. Bringing up Kismet would simply be off topic. Bringing up Kismet would also be really fucking dangerous.A: I can’t point anything out. I really only slept in this week. I still feel tired.NM: That’s alright, sugar! Sometimes we need to rest our body and mind. No shame in that!

NM: How about you, Otto? I saw that super cute mouse plushie on your bed during my stroll down here! Did you make that yourself?Murphy’s head perks up from Marvel, while Otto’s expression churns with dread.

O: Oh god, please stop talking. Please just -I don’t- there is nothing in my room. Of course, I didn’t fucking do anything this week, just like every other week.Well, that struck a nerve. Otto sighs and calms down to his original stature.

O: …I think I am getting better at sewing my stitches back in. I have been practicing. I have to if I want Marvel to not practically unravel me.

NM: Oh! I am so proud of you! I’m sorry to bring up something private, pumpkin. What is new with you, Murphy?

M: Well! Archibald and I have been on the grind! I’m not the best at RPG’s, but he seems to be pretty good at them! I also re-finished my favorite horror games! AND-AND! I’ve been visiting arts and crafts more often, I think I’ll finish Archie’s sweater soon! Wouldn’t he just look so skrungly? My little skrimbly-doompa!Im sorry, what?