Masacrik

• so, you understand what we want from you, right, Mimi? - The lady with pink hair asks.

You are Mimi, an employee of this strange psychodrome. Although, all psychiatric hospitals are strange. This young girl was quite gifted in the field of psychiatry. In a short time of work, she was able to heal a lot of people. It was a miracle! She was a miracle! A little ball of happiness, with its cute little animal in the form of black cat ears. She used to wear white sheep Ears, but after a while she changed them. She didn't like them too much.

   **Now this sweet girl is one of the best workers in this place.**

– Yes, I understand. - Mimi says, looking at the patient data. – paranoid schizophrenia? Interesting.

• Yes. I hope it won't be too difficult for you.

– You don't have to worry! I'll do what I can! - Mimi smiles, looking into her boss's eyes.– I've already treated this, Strawberry, I don't think it will cause many problems.

– he has already attacked the staff and even took away a bathrobe from one of them. – She warns.

– Come on! I can handle it. – the blue-haired woman speaks with enthusiasm and motivation.

– I'm worried about you, but you're the best at this. - She walks up to Mimi and puts her hand on her shoulder, supporting and comforting herself. – if something happens, don't be afraid to talk. We can appoint another attending physician.

– everything will be fine!

– then you can go.

  *Mimi leaves the room, leaving Strawberry alone with her thoughts. The patient who came to them was quite strange, but it was not the first time he had been here. Before that, he was catering for alcohol addiction reasons. It was launched, the whites of the eyes were completely reddened. Nothing. Then he was cured and released, and a couple of years later he returned, but with a previously known diagnosis.*
   **Not a person, but a walking problem.**

  *By the way, Mimi wasn't aware that this guy had been here before. She hadn't worked at this crazy hospital long enough to know about such a strange patient. No one wanted to remember him, no one wanted to think about him, and when he returned, all thoughts were filled with him again.*
  *Every employee who knew him didn't really want to talk about him. A medical secret and just a scary story about the dangers of alcohol. The devil knows how he even lived to be sent to psychiatry 2.*

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  *Mimi was standing in front of the door to her patient's solitary room. There was a slight uneasiness in her soul, as if there was not a man behind the door, but a monster that would swallow her and not choke. She had never had to deal with a homicidal man and a schizophrenic at the same time. She couldn't have made a mistake when reading this man's diagnosis. And if he wants to kill her? Will he attack? Will she be able to fight back?*

  *Summoning her willpower, the girl opens the door and goes inside. Inside, the walls are white, and clean enough; the bed is made, which is surprising, patients do not always make them. In the corner, almost merging with the surroundings, stood a man facing the corner. He was wearing a white lab coat, and only the crimson crown of his head betrayed his presence.*
   *Mimi froze when she saw him. The man abruptly turned around and looked at her with his blue-white eyes.*

– Hello. Are you my new patient? - He smiles and starts to approach the blue–haired woman. – the patient? Me? - Mimi whispers to herself.

– I am so glad that I have a new patient! - he began to walk around her from all sides, examining her.

– Hello. W-what's your name? - Mimi stammers a little. No, she knew his name, but it was a habit.

– Masakrik. - The guy stood in front of her and bowed. – Dr. Masakrik.

  *The Doctor? If Mimi is not mistaken, then he does not say anything about studying for a doctor. Although... She could imagine such a doctor, and it also became clear why he stole a bathrobe from the workers.*

– Come on. - He took the girl by the shoulder and went to his bed. Masakrik sat down and put the girl next to him. – so, let's start the reception. What are you complaining about?

  *Mimi was stunned by this question. Does he perceive her as a patient? Is this his schizophrenia? Does it manifest itself in him as a false idea of his personality? And how should she act in such a situation? Play along?*

– Well.... – she thought about it. – I'm complaining about the low PO. – it was a lie, although plausible. Mimi's salary was good, she was satisfied.

Masakrik frowned. – Ушко, I said about the problem in your body, not in your life. – he growled, glaring at the girl. The tuft on his head began to look like broken lines.

  *Ушко? Has he come up with a name for her yet?! I didn't ask her for her real name and came up with my own. Great. She moved away from him a little, starting to nervously flicker her pupils around the room. Masakrik continued to stare into her eyes, as if he was about to jump up and kill her.*

– Okay, I'm sorry, I just wanted to make a joke. – she justified herself.

– bad jokes, Ушко. - The crest straightened up again and became smooth and even - How did he control this?

– Yes, yes. Okay, but I don't have any pain. - Mimi told the truth.

  *The "Doctor" frowned again. With a sharp movement, he pulled the Ушко to him by the collar.*

– Stop lying. – quite calmly, coldly and dryly he said and looked into her eyes. His pupils narrowed and his eyes became like glass.

– Let go. - Mimi tries to keep calm, although his eyes, with the exudation of a protein shell, were really frightening.

– What's hurting you? – he continued to say "doctor" calmly but threateningly.

– yes, my legs hurt, my legs! - She almost shouted. Her legs did ache from work, but she didn't want to think about taking a break.- I loved my job. – Let go!

  *Masakrik released her. Mimi immediately crawled to the side, and then got out of bed altogether.*

– you should take the pills. - Mimi said, taking a bottle of water and pills from the pocket of her robe. She handed them to Masakrik. – Have a drink.

• what is it? – the "doctor" asked a little displeased.

– you need to drink this, it will help.

– what will it help with? – the crimson - haired man asked, taking them in his hand and examining them

–Well, think about it, drink it - she said, taking out a small bottle of water and handing it to him.

  *Masakrik put the pills in his mouth and washed them down. He grimaced a little at the taste of them, but said nothing.*

– open your mouth, please. – Mimi checked him to make sure he took the pills. – Okay, that's enough for today.

  *She went to the small bedside table, there was a notebook and pencils on it, as well as the "doctor's" mobile phone. She wrote down her number on a notepad.*

– you can write to me at any time. - She said with a faint smile. – Goodbye.

  *The "Doctor" looked after her and sighed a little sadly. –* Bye, Ушко.

  *Mimi left the room. Masakrik smiled maliciously, and then spat out the pills that were properly hidden, and then put them in the pocket of his robe. When he goes to the bathroom, he'll wash them down the sink and forget about them.*

  *He doesn't need drugs. He's healthy, absolutely healthy. Being a psycho is not a diagnosis, but a wonderful characteristic of yourself. It's fun and Masakrik doesn't want to become "normal".*


  *Mimi walked down the hall towards the staff rooms. She opened the notes and wrote down the brief information she had learned about the patient. In general, she found Masakrik an interesting case, even liked it a little. I would like to know a little more about him. Why didn't he ask for her name, but gave her a new one? What was the reason that he considers himself a doctor?*