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"I will." Crenu said with a bit of a smile as he lay back down, watching Riza as she gave the nurse a death glare. He actually had to chuckle a little at her scaring the piss out of the woman, there was a reason he'd fallen so much for her. The nurse gave Crenu a look that blamed him for what had just happened and left, leaving him alone again. He sighed, looking at his arm, he still didn't like it. And he knew Riza didn't like t either. But at least she wasn't scared off by it. Of course, she might have been if she knew the rest of the stuff that went on in his mind. As Crenu got ready to rest though, his doctor made his return, much alter than the 'soon' he had told Riza. Then again, with the both of them having dozed off, maybe he had come back and left. Of course Crenu didn't know any of this, or even who this man was, seeing as he'd been out until just recently. He said nothing as the man strode into his room, and checked the chart at the foot of his bed before talking.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Wayne. You weren't concious when you came in so you wouldn't remember, but I'm you doctor. So, how are you feeling? Any residual light headedness, pains, aches, etc.?" He spoke clearly and sternly, clearly he was not a man who messed around. Direct and to the point, a veteran doctor, he didn't have any time or patience for nonesense.

Crenu eyed the doctor for a few moments, sizing him up. He actualyl appretiated his directness, Crenu wasn't one for beating aroudn the bush himself. "No. A little sore, my wounds hurt a bit but they always do, still being open and such. Obviously you noticed the tally marks, no doubt they are more interesting than the rest of my wounds as they're obviously purposefully inflicted. I did it to myself, I'm not suicidal or anything, I'm not abused, I'm not disturbed. The lacerations on my hands that were stitched up were from cuts I recieved from smashing a mirror, my friend stitched me up. I'm sure during your treatment of me you replaced them with propper stitches. The burns are also self inflicted. I got a bite from an Ekans a short while back, I tore it from my arm and it left a rather nasty large gash. I heated up a metal bar and sealed it shut, which accounts for the burn on my arm and on my palm. The wound on my head is from a rock, while training I got hit by a stray attack and got cut pretty bad. None of that matters though. Each of my current wounds are unrelated, I count both burns as one, and each happened on different days, several days apart actually. Weeks in some cases. But they all look rather fresh, again as I'm sure you noticed. That's the real problem. I'm not healing. Don't know why. My head wound being the oldest was on it's way to healing, but it stopped. I sealed the arm wound shut with the metal bar for that very reason. I had my friend stitch up my hand for the same reason. The arm cuts are shallow so I didn't worry about them, but they proved to bleed more than I thought they would regaurdless of that fact, so days of slowly bleeding wounds brought me here. I gave it to you straight doctor, so I expect the same. Don't bullshit me. What's wrong, what have your perliminary tests picked up?"

Dr. Wayne had stood there the entire time Crenu was talking, he didn't say anything and just nodded every now and then. When Crenu wounded like he was finally finished, he took a moment, staepping forward, placing the chart down. "Well, that was a very detaield account of your injuries, and at the same time, you revealed nothing at all. Based on the pattern and concentration of the cuts on your hand, I have to guess that you punched the mirror and broke it, it wasn't accidental. The Self cutting is self cutting, suicide wasn't my guess as they were shallow and not near anything major. The head wound seems normal enough, and a bad bite would be a reasonable explination but using red hot metal, and not protecting your hand while you did it, is not reasonable in the least. Anger, deperation, obsession and a need to call attention to yourself even if secretly, no. I'd say that there are other thigns just as important as your lack of healing. While that is in fact a pressing matter, your mental health also concearns me and is something I have to investigate. Perliminary tests yielded nothing. However, the fact that your hand wounds were stitched, and that the stitching looked older than the wounds concearned me. A closer inspection of your head wound and it's surrounding tissue let me know it wasn't brand new either, and the same for your other injuries. I had a suspicion that tsome of the wounds were from seperate dates, so I had more tests run while you were still sleeping. I don't have the results back yet, but I will soon. In the mean time, why don't you tell me about the incidents that gave you those wounds?" As the doctor stood there, he could see that Crenu was not in the sharing mood. After several minuets of silence, he sighed. "So eager to tell me things before. I can't treat you if I don't know the facts. I need to know more. Those self inflicted cuts concern me Mr. Crenu. I'd have to guess neuroligical condition, possibly some form of psychosis. I'm gonna have to put you on watch, convince me otherwise."

Crenu couldn't say anything. Not because he was stubborn and didn't want to talk, but because the doctor was right. he couldn't deny himself, what with the things he'd been seeing, the torture his mind was putting him through. The incredible rage that broke the mirror, the undying burning need to cut his losses into himself, he had a hard enough time telling himself he wasn't losing it. How was some doctor gonna think differently? If Crenu said a word of the truth, he'd be commited for sure. "...Nothing ring with me doc. Nothing that's your concern. Just find out why I don't heal, and get me out of here. that's it. You already said you don't think I'm suicidal, you can't hold me. So go do your job."

Dr. Wayne just sighed and shook his head. "I can make you well enough to leave, but I can't cure stupidity. If you don't want to cooperate, you'll end up here again or in some other hospital. Or worse." With that he was out the door, he couldn't waste his time any more here. He was going to have to go by the tests and try to get the patient to be more cooperative. But for now he had work to do. After checking on a few other patients he received a page from the lab, and Wayne had his results. Goign over them was mind wracking, he demanded that they be run again, even though he was assured they were accurate. He wasn't at all pleased, and making his way back to Crenu's room he tried to make sense of it. He looked serious as always as he walked into Crenu's room, seeing the blond boy in the same position he'd left him in. Still the blond stared at him blankly, not giving him anything. "...Got your results back."

"I see. So what's the damage? How long do I have doc." Crenu tried to be calm about it, but his muscles were tight. He gripped the sheet, his fist clenched tightly. He had to expect the worst.

"Your bloodwork is normal. Your cell count is normal. All your levels are withing the parameters of an average kid your age. Leukimia is the usual suspect, but you tested negative for that and the other suspects. Aside from the low blood levels you came in with, which are almost back to normal now, there's nothing wring with you."

Crenu stared at the doctor for a moment, he couldn't accept that. "Are you an ideot? Did you not hear me? I'm not healing. I'm see-...I'm not healing ok? That's not normal. That's not healthy. Somethign is obviously wrong with me, your tests are wrong. You're wrong."

"I'm having them run again to be sure, but I don't think they are wrong. You're perfectly healthy on the inside, according to all this. I've got nothing, except this. As I said, I suspect mental illness. Your self mutilation alone is enough reason to conclude that much. The self treatment shows me fear. I think you already know this. In my opinion, psychosymatic."

"It's what?" Crenu knew what it meant, but he wanted to be sure he heard the doctor correctly. Was he accusing him of of what he thought he was?

"It's all in your head. Some more tests will eliminate other possibilities, but those are so rare I highly doubt you have a condition that isn't mental. Look, the mind is powerful. Very powerful. It controls everything you do, and it can control what your body does to itself. I've seen it before, I've read articles and studies as well. Whole groups of people catching sickness like a plague simply because they believe it hard enough, hysteria can be a killer."

"You're wrong. I'm not making this up...this isn't me. This isn't my doing. THIS ISN'T MY FAULT!" Crenu had jumped up, pulling the IV and the equipment he wat attatched to as he pulled away from the bed. He ripped the needle from his arm and tore off the sensors as he approached the doctor, feeling his blood start to boil as things started going red. "YOU'RE LYING! YOU DON'T WANT TO DO YOUR JOB, DON'T BLAME THIS ON ME!"

"Mr. Crenu, get back in your bed. Just calm down. Please calm down, and accept the facts. It's just a theory, but it's the most likely one. You're clearly angry and unstable, you need help. You're attackign yourself, your mind is listening to your subconcious and it's keeping your body from doing what it's supporse to do, it's not unherd of. Let me help you." Dr. Wayne tried to take cahrge of the situation, tried to calm Crenu down. Byt the angry blond just kept advancing and advancing on him as he backed away. "Nurse! NURSE! GET THE PSYCH WARD!" He called out as he pulled out a syringe full of a clear liquid. He lunged at Crenu, expertly aiming the needle at Crenu's neck to inject the sedative.

As soon as the doctor called out for help, Crenu lost it. Seeing the needle only made it worse. As the doctor tried to take him down, he did the same and tackled the older man to the ground. He didn't even know what had happened, everything went red, all he saw was rage. The next thign he knew, he was sitting ontop of the doctor, he could hardly recognize the man with all the blood coverign his face pouring from his mouth and nose. His knuckles hurt like hell, but they too were covered in blood, obviously not his own. The needle was buried in his neck, and he quickly plucked it out, staring at the half empy syringe, he'd managed to avoid taking to full dose but tht wasn't important right now. Everything seemed like it was moving in slow motion. The Doctor laying there motionless, his hands tremblin. His chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily, his head turned to look at the hall. one nurse was screaming, face in her hands as she turned away frm the scene. Another on the phone, calling someone with urgency as she stared at the room with horror and fer. Visible from where he was he could see two rather large men in white scrubs charging down the hall, ushering nurses and orderlies out of the way as they ran with purpose towards his room. Each heart beat echoed out like a pulsing base drum right in his hear, each pump felt like his heart was gonna burst out of his chest. Each breath that filled his lungs felt like an eternity, and slowly everything started to speed up as the reality of the situation hit. But he couldn't stop to think, they were coming for him.

Crenu's eyes darted to the window, how high up was he? His eyes then shot to his bag in the corner of the room on a small couch for visiters, they were close by. His eyes went to the hall where the men from the psych ward were getting closer, then to the still motionless bloody mess that was Dr. Wayne. This was it, he had to act. Crenu darted for his bag, scooping it in his free hand and slinging the strap on in one motion, jumping to the window. He looked out and saw the street close by, he was only on the second floor. He didn't stop to think, he slid the window open, it was summer so luckily it wasn't locked, everyone loved fresh air right? The pesky screen was in the way but that wasn't s**t right now. But it was too late, men had burst into the room, one goign to the doctor and the other coming at Crenu like an enraged Tauros. Crenu acted immidiately, throwing the syringe at the man which he had to dodge. It didn't hit him, and even if it did it wasn't like the plunger was goign to magically push in, but it bought him the precious second he needed to jump. The screen popped out as he threw his weight into it, and Crenu fell like a stone. From the second floor, he should be able to survive, that was as far as he got. Not the best plan, but he didn't have time to form a good one. But Crenu never acted on impulse, he always had a plan. His quick view out the window to determine the floor he was on also scanned the street below, and as he fell he aimed himself as best he could. He was no acrobat, and his landing wasn't clsoe to graceful, but he hit his target. A parked ambulance was below, and Crenu's back collided with the metalic surface of the top, which hurt like hell. But he didn't have time to lick his wounds, the adrenalin was at full flow and so was he. He rolled off the roof of the ambulance down it's front, scaring the hell out of the EMT sitting in the drivers seet drinking coffee. His bare feet his the asphalt and he was gone. He could already hear sirens in the background and getting closer as he made his get away, diving into a bush and continnuing out, ignoring the branches that clawed at him as he emerged on the other side and ran into a near by alley. No doubts that the police would be swarming the city soon to look for the man who had just assaulted a doctor. They probably thought him an escaped lunatic. They were probably right too, all thigns considering, they were definitely right. On top of that, he had taken half a sedative, surely it wouldn't be long before it did it's job. But only one thing was on his mind right now. "Gotta find Riza...." He didn't know where she might have gone by now, but he hoped she had her phone at hand as he fished his from his bag and dialed her immediately.

Crenu tried to fight off the drugs, tried to stay awake. Riza's words got through to his mind, but she sounded so distant. Even still, she said she loved him. And that brought him peace. He continued to slip into darkness, and as he held on to her he was gone, his mind in deep slumber.

As she rocked him and the officers closed in, a white van pulled up in between the cruisers. The men in white jumped out and seemed to be discussing with the officers which one of them would take him. On the one hand he had assaulted a doctor and fled capture, destroying property in the process. He was a criminal and had to be arrested. On the other hand the doctor had diagnosed him with mental idssues and he desperately needed to be watched after and helped, a padded room in an asylum was just as justified over a prison cell. "Step away from the suspect ma'am, we're taking him in." One of the officers said as he holstered his pistol. The others aroudn them kept their gun's trained on the blond just in case, but it wasn't needed. He managed to seperate the two of them with the help of a second officer, and even though the blond was unconscious they cuffed his wrists behind his back and carried him off as another officer made sure that the girl didn't interfere. Finally it was decided that he would be taken to the asylum where his mental state would be evaluated and be kept pending his trial where the final assesement would be made. With that the doors to the white van opened wide and Crenu was thrown in the back rather roughly. The doors slammed shut and the van drove off. As cruiser after cruiser left the area it soomn became quiet again, save for one car that stayed behind, the officers taking Riza's statement, asking the normal questions wanting to find out her connection in all this and offering her a ride to wherever she needed to be once they were done. With Crenu off to be locked up soon, it seemed everything was finally over.