Time Ghost

Chapter 43

“I don’t wanna die!”

What’s that I’m listening to?

I’m here in the realm of the darkness after lightning blast struck my head. It’s quick and painless, as usual as I ever be, for myself to traverse into unknown fate once more. Which head is it now? Based on the shrieking voice I can capture, it’s no Marcel Dubois. It should be a responsibility that I have to endure until another problem has risen to the surface.

Up to this day, my theory is a spot-on against the issue I was having to this extent. It seems re-connection with Sarah Berlintsmann invoked the strike. I was on the verge of soul transfer, nonetheless, since I have won a nerve-wracking stand-off in front of an Air Force General.

But then, is it business matters that initiate them up? Let me see…

I was struck by the blast at Chuck Carlsen’s garage when Lilia barged in from the window.

In Marcel Dubois issue, I was struck at the same day of Natalie’s attempt on disposing evidence. An affair between them two, I suppose.

Baron Schneider received them after a mother’s call from afar.

In regard to those options, nobody crashed against the electric current without certain relationship matters in prior to their crushing event. We can collect them up for my next destination and have some research on this idea in particular.

~tap-tap-tap~

“Arrest him, quick!”

Three men in a white hospital suit chase around a guy in straitjacket before them. He flaunts way-faster running speed than the rest of his pursuers behind. Amidst waves of hospital beds in the corridor, no shackles could hinder him from roaming across the floor in freedom,” I Don’t wanna die!!” He screams.

Baron Schneider, on the other hand, was carried by one of the hospital bed and lying helpless on its cushion. He could perceive commotions surrounding the place but unable to respond in appropriate manner. One man was strolling under his feet for pushing the stroller to the room it should fill. Another person at the front pulls them up for means of control on the wheels.

Yes, I’m truly barred in a mental hospital.

The real Baron Schneider couldn’t respond calm before the storm. He’s the one who advised himself to enter but scarred for life due to his own choice. If I was him, athletic life is the finest opportunity one could invest himself into. Fourteen years’ worth of career was gone by the dust of a tank’s explosive barrel.

Luckily, no bonds on the front. I can lift either arms free like a bird in a purgatory.  

“Ugh…” Baron Schneider moaned,” You there, what time is it?”

The hospital nurse gazes at him bland and answered,” Three in the evening.” He said.

Uh, so stiff. He must be fatigued. I wonder how long he’s been shifted in today.

~kriek~

Door is opened for the hospital bed to come across. Another bed is vacated of patients at present. Its blanket still got itself folded safely near the bottom end of its blue-colored bed sheet,” Can you stand?” One of the Nurse asked. Baron Schneider could muster no word against his question. He piqued his interest more to the horizontal-barred window across the northern side of the room.

~pat~

As no following reply from their current patient, the other nurse slapped him on the head,” Don’t mock our patient, Tundra! You’ll be one of them someday. Polana has experienced it six months ago.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever floats your boat, Amana.” He retorted, then placed a book on the table,” Here is a magazine for you to read. Your doctor will arrive soon.”

“Okay.” He answered in brief.

Lined-up like a prison. I must be transported to the worst-ever facilities for a mental patient. It is a bad sign to see a patient running loose on the corridor in a straitjacket like what happened earlier. Should be overcrowded by them in the following year due to constant warfare against Naulus.

~kriek~

Door is opened once again. A woman in glasses strolls into the room, carrying notes and a ball-point in one hand. Her auburn hair was cut short into bob and weave, making them swivel slightly in every turn of her waist. Sneakers instead of high heels for ease of movements around the mental health vicinity. When another break-away occurs, the doctor could immediately rush them up and captured the patients as soon as possible.

Looking at her current patient, the doctor smirks a little,” I’m a fan of you, Baron Schneider.” She muttered,” It’s a true honor to take care of your body here, and I wished to know you more soon.”

“Ummm, yes?”

An uncomfortable silence wafted in the middle of their short-life conversation.

Wow, too pushy. She’s a pure beauty from top to bottom. Ten out of ten, for sure, but being so straight-forward makes me ill and worried of another thunder struck for some reason.

“I have to apologize, Mr. Schneider. I was just training for the other patient out there. You’re famous, but I’m not really a fan of basketball.” She ensued.

Rude. You’re trying to mock me, aren’t you?

Baron Schneider lifted both of his eyebrows,” What do you mean? C’mon, just take that silly slander of yours aside. I want to hear about my results.” He insinuated.

“So be it.”

She unfurled the page a few times for the diagnosis that Baron Schneider has ordered. Three times, all it takes to reach the verdict of his problems. Hilda, as the title on her chest writes down, examine the findings thoroughly for exact outcome that the woman wanted to inform earlier.

A little bit of cough for the starters, then the auburn-haired woman said,” Our recent examinations finds you are having a nervous breakdown, or we commonly called them as Schizophrenia.”