Thread: RP: The Perfect Drug ( Horror_Show & Dimitri-klyff)

There was something about being a doctor that scared the shit out of him. He had been in med school for years now but every single time he wakes up, he wonders if this was indeed the life he wanted for himself. At one point in time, he wanted to be an entrepreneur. He wanted to own a business, his own business which he planned to be a multi-million international business which all powerful people would be swooning over for. Unfortunately, that was a thing of the past and it will only be a thing of the past, a figment of his young imagination. His father said it would look wrong if he, a successful doctor known in the medical field for his outstanding researches and possible instant cures for the mentally ill, would have a son that didn't continue his legacy. And that was the primary reason why, despite still being in medical school, Damon already inherited Michaels Rehabilitation Hospital a world-renowned rehabilitation center built up by Damon's father, Dr. William Michaels, himself. Every kind of treatment done in the facility was created by him and they provided the kind of treatment that was sought-after by many powerful people in all aspects of the globe. It was close enough to his teenage dream, but not quite as well. Worse, Damon was tasked to maintain his own private facility and his father tasked him to treat patients there who are too far-gone. So far, Damon didn't have problems with anyone mostly because they all had their own worlds. The most that Damon did was to strike up a simple conversation with them which will eventually be forgotten anyway. Today, Damon expected some sort of day-off. He had his nose stuck on piles and piles of books and papers for his upcoming major exam plus he had to study some of the records of the patients in Michaels and his own facility which was just quite near to his apartment. He also had to study his father's latest research about bipolarity and other multi-personality disorders brought about by PTSDs or extreme depression. He found it interesting though quite frightening at the same time, how some people would actually be conscious about the actions of their other personality but they are helpless and unable to fight it. Damon's father is now conducting a research about that and a possible treatment to stop something like it from happening. He sighed and massaged his throbbing temples. All the papers and the readings were giving him a headache. Damon set the important documents aside and just as he was about to throw himself on the bed to catch up on sleep, his phone vibrated. It was a call from Michaels Rehabilitation Hospital. Hello? Damon answered. Yeah, I'm not really busy right now. Is there a problem? There was a pause for a while as the person from the other line narrated what was happening. A chaos in Michaels, apparently, about a man who was causing a scene in the emergency room because he wanted to see his stepdaughter who, they assumed, he raped repetitively in the past. Alright, I'll be right there. Give me ten minutes tops. The call ended. Fortunately, Damon lived near the necessary facilities as well, as requested by his father. These were, after all, the things he needed to fulfill. Once he got there, the man was still cursing out everyone in the hospital including him. He introduced himself as the owner of the facility but the man didn't give a damn at all. He still demanded to see his stepdaughter but Damon assured him that he will, soon enough, one she's well enough to see people. He told the man that seeing her stepdaughter now might cause a greater decline to her health. He also told him that if he didn't stop, he'd have to call security. That put an end to the man's rampage. Damon asked the nurse-on-duty about the case of the patient. He handed him a folder of her records and Damon scanned through them for a while. There were a lot of things to process and it looked like she just came in. With his keycard that had access to everything and every room in the hospital, Damon allowed himself inside. There were wires all over the girl's body and a hand that, despite the intricate bandage, there were already red spots on them. He set the folder and his messenger bag aside, headed to the side table, took the clean bandage, and gently took her hand. Slowly, he unwrapped the old bandage, cleaned the wound carefully, and wrapped the clean bandage around her injured hand. He looked at her for a while and though she looked extremely drugged and dozed-off, Damon knew she could see and hear him. Hey there, He greeted. My name is Dr. Damon. You are... He took his folder again and checked her records. Zoey? Is that correct? He smiled at her even more. It's a lovely name for a pretty girl, so hang in there, alright? You'll be better soon.