07-21-2018, 08:51 PM
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same thing, every day. every minute was on a schedule, and though it was relatively spaced out, it still drove him into a wall. he hated repetition. hated doing the same thing over and over. his medicine didn't help very much, nor did the fact that he was constantly being pestered by the nurses or other patients. if anything this place was making him worse. he was well-tempered. a good, patient man when he had been brought here. he only had a few issues, nothing that couldn't be controlled by a few therapy sessions, but it seemed he was too much of a burden. too hard to handle a man with psychosis, not to mention his blindness. it was bullshit; all of it. he was old enough to take care of himself, and yet here he was, being treated like a child more often than not.
he hated it.
a particularly bad mood hung low over bo today, obvious by the way he sat, arms folded and fingers grasping into his loose hospital clothing. his head hung slightly with his hair falling over his clouded eyes. eventually the room quieted; an exchange of words between the nurse directing the group this time and a voice he had heard once or twice before, but never paid attention to. dimitri with did. that was all he caught of the guy's words. he kept silent as a few others introduced themselves, then oh, what a surprise. his turn. the man clenched his jaw slightly and frowned. "bo. psychosis." he fell silent. fun fact? he wasn't very fun, from the way the others had talked about him. he leaned back in his chair and sighed. "i like dogs." there. good enough, right?
same thing, every day. every minute was on a schedule, and though it was relatively spaced out, it still drove him into a wall. he hated repetition. hated doing the same thing over and over. his medicine didn't help very much, nor did the fact that he was constantly being pestered by the nurses or other patients. if anything this place was making him worse. he was well-tempered. a good, patient man when he had been brought here. he only had a few issues, nothing that couldn't be controlled by a few therapy sessions, but it seemed he was too much of a burden. too hard to handle a man with psychosis, not to mention his blindness. it was bullshit; all of it. he was old enough to take care of himself, and yet here he was, being treated like a child more often than not.
he hated it.
a particularly bad mood hung low over bo today, obvious by the way he sat, arms folded and fingers grasping into his loose hospital clothing. his head hung slightly with his hair falling over his clouded eyes. eventually the room quieted; an exchange of words between the nurse directing the group this time and a voice he had heard once or twice before, but never paid attention to. dimitri with did. that was all he caught of the guy's words. he kept silent as a few others introduced themselves, then oh, what a surprise. his turn. the man clenched his jaw slightly and frowned. "bo. psychosis." he fell silent. fun fact? he wasn't very fun, from the way the others had talked about him. he leaned back in his chair and sighed. "i like dogs." there. good enough, right?
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I AM THE END OF ALL THINGS.
I HAVE SEEN THE FALL OF BABYLON.
I HAVE DRUNK THE BLOOD OF KINGS.
I HAVE SEEN THE FALL OF BABYLON.
I HAVE DRUNK THE BLOOD OF KINGS.