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Fanfic: Mad Love
Chapter: First Act
Beyblade - The Physicists
Sounds unbelievable, but unfortunately it's like this: I've already started something new ... that's just an urge that eats you up inside if you don't put the junk you thought up on paper ... at least with me -. - ° (Maybe someone else knows this feeling too ...? O.O ")
Friedrich Dürrenmatt gave me the impetus for this somewhat idiosyncratic project with his drama "Die Physiker" ... I actually hate this book, but somewhere it just inspired me ... = _____ = °
Anyone who knows it can ... at least imagine the state of the patient's mental state ... * cough * ^^ "
Author's note: I've just reread it and ...: I'm just noticing that I've produced the greatest nonsense since there was DSDS = ____ = "(* unpack and set up the Nevio flag * Now my madness is official XD)
First Act
In a sanatorium in a distant country - somewhere in Russia ... A young woman of 20 years with amber eyes, a graceful figure and lush pink hair sat over many, many pieces of paper and notes ...[/i ]~ * ~
"Since Sister Yumi will be leaving our sanatorium this week, they will now take care of their patient. But so that they are not thrown into the deep end, Sister Yumi will give them a little help over the next few days ... Have a nice day . ", the head nurse instructed me.
I nodded briefly in response. The head nurse disappeared again and I turned back to my documents, which were spread out in the small study that had kindly made available to me in the sanatorium.
My new patient was called Tala Iwanov and was around 21 years old, according to the files. I looked carefully at the photo next to the tabular profile. Not much was known about him, except for a few general things like:
[i]Height: 1.87, weight: 76 kg, eye color: blue, hair color: red, room number: 213, date of admission: 27.11. 2003 etc ...
A certain Bryan Kunetsov had him brought in here, but had given no further information about the young man.His place in this sanatorium was also financed by this ominous benefactor who deported him here ...
Somehow I couldn't imagine that anyone would pay a complete stranger a place in this highly regarded - and rather expensive - sanatorium so easily ...
Perhaps at some point I could ask the charitable donor this question, because as it was noted on a piece of paper, this Bryan came over to visit every now and then.
I kept rummaging through the many notes Sister Yumi had collected over time. I read through some of the top notes with interest ...
In addition to claiming that an imaginary character named Kyle gave him orders, it was noted that he thought he was someone else.
Before I read on and finally made a picture of my new patient from Sister Yumi's many notes, I decided to visit him myself and get an idea of everything.Well I was warned ...
So I got up and left my modest study and marched into the part of the building where the - I actually reluctant to use the word "sick" - were staying.
I looked around and found the number 213, which I had memorized. It had to be in this corridor, so without further ado, I walked past all the doors until I could make out the name of my patient.
~ * ~
I knocked carefully on the door so as not to startle him. After a normal "Come in" came, I opened the door.
He actually looked quite normal. As if he weren't in a ... insane asylum ... but rather in an ordinary hospital.
But something about him still fascinated me ...
How he sat so quietly on his bed, leaning against the wall and looking at the book in front of him; as if he was wrongly locked up here.
If I didn't know better, I would almost believe in love at first sight, but the thought that I might be on the way to falling in love with a madman put me off ... understandable; most people would not be particularly enthusiastic about this idea - and actually it was just human ...I briefly let my gaze wander through the sparsely furnished, white-painted room. It was a room like any other ... dreary, boring and sterile.
"You are?" He finally asked me and looked up from his book.
I looked at him for a while before I finally answered him.
"I'm Mariah - I'll be taking over from Sister Yumi from next week," I explained.
I didn't have the feeling with him that I was talking to someone who was mentally deranged, as it had been the case with all of my patients up to now.
"I see," he muttered and turned back to his book.
“And you are ...?” Actually a superfluous question, since I could see this from the documents, but I wanted to hear from him who he was!
"Yuriy."
"Alright ... Yuriy. I just wanted to stop by and introduce myself. I don't want to disturb you further.", I said and smiled pleasantly.
"By the way, 'you' is enough," he said, relatively friendly."Also. I'll stop by again soon ..." I replied before closing the door behind me.
~ * ~
During the week that Sister Yumi helped me with her patient, I learned a lot about him, which my first visit could not tell me. But the time when I still got help was soon over ...
In the meantime I could assume that I would discover a new - small or large - quirk in him every day that was previously hidden from me, but my older colleague knew how to deal with everyone. She has looked after him for two years now ...
For example, when I visited Tala two weeks after Sister Yumi's departure shortly after breakfast was served every morning, I learned about another of his quirks: he greeted me with a flying coffee mug. I was able to get out of the way just in time when I heard her slam open at the door next to me. Thereupon, ugly coffee stains adorned the white door and PVC floor.Making sure that the paper plate didn't hit me too, I picked up the mug and put it back on the tray that was still standing next to Tala. Shortly afterwards I went out again to look for a rag and wipe up the brown broth.
After my first impression, which I had made a good three weeks ago, I had actually expected it to be one of the less difficult ones, but apparently I was a little mistaken.
And yet, if he didn't throw objects or claim that an older man in his 40s with distinctive features and a three-day beard, gray-brown hair and cold gray eyes who was named Kyle, there was something fascinating about him. He had such a mysterious aura that surrounded him during the time he was quiet.
~ * ~
After getting back to work a week later after a not-so-relaxing weekend, I was almost looking forward to exchanging a few words with Tala ... funny that I am now even talking to a madman was happy ... and I really shouldn't be disappointed, because the upcoming conversation was ... crazy!I wanted to pay Tala a visit as always ...
I paused in front of his door and listened.
Wasn't someone talking?
Was there one of the doctors or nurses at Tala? Unfortunately, I couldn't understand anything more precise - it was as if they were talking in a different language - so I decided to knock on the door.
"Mariah.", Tala said kindly when I appeared in the doorway. I looked around the room briefly, but there was no one with whom Tala could have spoken ...
I opened the door and joined my patient.
"Hello. How are you, Yuriy?"
"Very good thank you."
"I heard voices ..." I said calmly.
"Kyle spoke to me. He told me he saw you coming here."
"I see. Is he still here?"
"He talked to me briefly about my assignment."
"What job?"
"To marry. To marry you.", He said that with such calm, serenity and naturalness that only a madman could really do."I beg your pardon !?" All of my facial features derailed. If I had put on a friendly smile before, it now had to look more like a bitch who had run into a lamp post on her daily walk on the same route ...
"Getting married?" I asked again in disbelief.
"Yes, absolutely. He gave me the job."
"And what if I refused?"
"Then, says Kyle, there would unfortunately only be one way for you ..."
"Who would be there?"
"Death."
"May I think about it?"
"Five minutes.
I was really feverishly wondering what kind of situation I was in right now ... was he serious? After a short pause for thought, I continued:
"Would it make you happy?"
"Absolutely."
"Then ... I say in the name of God: yes."
[i]I didn't know why I was doing this goddamn crazy thing, but I strongly suspected that it was because of his more indirect threat that seemed to scare me somehow.At the next opportunity I had to speak to one of the doctors.
~ * ~
I found it almost a shame that he was locked up here and that I could not seriously accept this (bogus) application.
I caught myself wishing we'd met under different conditions.
But even if this marriage proposal were meant seriously: I am a goddamn nurse and he is my patient, a lunatic, a person who has completely lost his common sense ... and society would punish this with contempt ...
So, in the name of God, I was better off letting him be a patient and not thinking about anything more ... and yet when I entered this room I was always flooded with a feeling of happiness to be near him.
WHY WAS THIS FUCKING WORLD SO UNFAIR ?!
~ * ~ First Act Fin ~ * ~
The "Second Act" will follow soon ... ^^
Sounds unbelievable, but unfortunately it's like this: I've already started something new ... that's just an urge that eats you up inside if you don't put the junk you thought up on paper ... at least with me -. - ° (Maybe someone else knows this feeling too ...? O.O ")
Friedrich Dürrenmatt gave me the impetus for this somewhat idiosyncratic project with his drama "Die Physiker" ... I actually hate this book, but somewhere it just inspired me ... = _____ = °
Anyone who knows it can ... at least imagine the state of the patient's mental state ... * cough * ^^ "
Author's note: I've just reread it and ...: I'm just noticing that I've produced the greatest nonsense since there was DSDS = ____ = "(* unpack and set up the Nevio flag * Now my madness is official XD)
First Act
In a sanatorium in a distant country - somewhere in Russia ... A young woman of 20 years with amber eyes, a graceful figure and lush pink hair sat over many, many pieces of paper and notes ...[/i ]~ * ~
"Since Sister Yumi will be leaving our sanatorium this week, they will now take care of their patient. But so that they are not thrown into the deep end, Sister Yumi will give them a little help over the next few days ... Have a nice day . ", the head nurse instructed me.
I nodded briefly in response. The head nurse disappeared again and I turned back to my documents, which were spread out in the small study that had kindly made available to me in the sanatorium.
My new patient was called Tala Iwanov and was around 21 years old, according to the files. I looked carefully at the photo next to the tabular profile. Not much was known about him, except for a few general things like:
[i]Height: 1.87, weight: 76 kg, eye color: blue, hair color: red, room number: 213, date of admission: 27.11. 2003 etc ...
A certain Bryan Kunetsov had him brought in here, but had given no further information about the young man.His place in this sanatorium was also financed by this ominous benefactor who deported him here ...
Somehow I couldn't imagine that anyone would pay a complete stranger a place in this highly regarded - and rather expensive - sanatorium so easily ...
Perhaps at some point I could ask the charitable donor this question, because as it was noted on a piece of paper, this Bryan came over to visit every now and then.
I kept rummaging through the many notes Sister Yumi had collected over time. I read through some of the top notes with interest ...
In addition to claiming that an imaginary character named Kyle gave him orders, it was noted that he thought he was someone else.
Before I read on and finally made a picture of my new patient from Sister Yumi's many notes, I decided to visit him myself and get an idea of everything.Well I was warned ...
So I got up and left my modest study and marched into the part of the building where the - I actually reluctant to use the word "sick" - were staying.
I looked around and found the number 213, which I had memorized. It had to be in this corridor, so without further ado, I walked past all the doors until I could make out the name of my patient.
~ * ~
I knocked carefully on the door so as not to startle him. After a normal "Come in" came, I opened the door.
He actually looked quite normal. As if he weren't in a ... insane asylum ... but rather in an ordinary hospital.
But something about him still fascinated me ...
How he sat so quietly on his bed, leaning against the wall and looking at the book in front of him; as if he was wrongly locked up here.
If I didn't know better, I would almost believe in love at first sight, but the thought that I might be on the way to falling in love with a madman put me off ... understandable; most people would not be particularly enthusiastic about this idea - and actually it was just human ...I briefly let my gaze wander through the sparsely furnished, white-painted room. It was a room like any other ... dreary, boring and sterile.
"You are?" He finally asked me and looked up from his book.
I looked at him for a while before I finally answered him.
"I'm Mariah - I'll be taking over from Sister Yumi from next week," I explained.
I didn't have the feeling with him that I was talking to someone who was mentally deranged, as it had been the case with all of my patients up to now.
"I see," he muttered and turned back to his book.
“And you are ...?” Actually a superfluous question, since I could see this from the documents, but I wanted to hear from him who he was!
"Yuriy."
"Alright ... Yuriy. I just wanted to stop by and introduce myself. I don't want to disturb you further.", I said and smiled pleasantly.
"By the way, 'you' is enough," he said, relatively friendly."Also. I'll stop by again soon ..." I replied before closing the door behind me.
~ * ~
During the week that Sister Yumi helped me with her patient, I learned a lot about him, which my first visit could not tell me. But the time when I still got help was soon over ...
In the meantime I could assume that I would discover a new - small or large - quirk in him every day that was previously hidden from me, but my older colleague knew how to deal with everyone. She has looked after him for two years now ...
For example, when I visited Tala two weeks after Sister Yumi's departure shortly after breakfast was served every morning, I learned about another of his quirks: he greeted me with a flying coffee mug. I was able to get out of the way just in time when I heard her slam open at the door next to me. Thereupon, ugly coffee stains adorned the white door and PVC floor.Making sure that the paper plate didn't hit me too, I picked up the mug and put it back on the tray that was still standing next to Tala. Shortly afterwards I went out again to look for a rag and wipe up the brown broth.
After my first impression, which I had made a good three weeks ago, I had actually expected it to be one of the less difficult ones, but apparently I was a little mistaken.
And yet, if he didn't throw objects or claim that an older man in his 40s with distinctive features and a three-day beard, gray-brown hair and cold gray eyes who was named Kyle, there was something fascinating about him. He had such a mysterious aura that surrounded him during the time he was quiet.
~ * ~
After getting back to work a week later after a not-so-relaxing weekend, I was almost looking forward to exchanging a few words with Tala ... funny that I am now even talking to a madman was happy ... and I really shouldn't be disappointed, because the upcoming conversation was ... crazy!I wanted to pay Tala a visit as always ...
I paused in front of his door and listened.
Wasn't someone talking?
Was there one of the doctors or nurses at Tala? Unfortunately, I couldn't understand anything more precise - it was as if they were talking in a different language - so I decided to knock on the door.
"Mariah.", Tala said kindly when I appeared in the doorway. I looked around the room briefly, but there was no one with whom Tala could have spoken ...
I opened the door and joined my patient.
"Hello. How are you, Yuriy?"
"Very good thank you."
"I heard voices ..." I said calmly.
"Kyle spoke to me. He told me he saw you coming here."
"I see. Is he still here?"
"He talked to me briefly about my assignment."
"What job?"
"To marry. To marry you.", He said that with such calm, serenity and naturalness that only a madman could really do."I beg your pardon !?" All of my facial features derailed. If I had put on a friendly smile before, it now had to look more like a bitch who had run into a lamp post on her daily walk on the same route ...
"Getting married?" I asked again in disbelief.
"Yes, absolutely. He gave me the job."
"And what if I refused?"
"Then, says Kyle, there would unfortunately only be one way for you ..."
"Who would be there?"
"Death."
"May I think about it?"
"Five minutes.
I was really feverishly wondering what kind of situation I was in right now ... was he serious? After a short pause for thought, I continued:
"Would it make you happy?"
"Absolutely."
"Then ... I say in the name of God: yes."
[i]I didn't know why I was doing this goddamn crazy thing, but I strongly suspected that it was because of his more indirect threat that seemed to scare me somehow.At the next opportunity I had to speak to one of the doctors.
~ * ~
I found it almost a shame that he was locked up here and that I could not seriously accept this (bogus) application.
I caught myself wishing we'd met under different conditions.
But even if this marriage proposal were meant seriously: I am a goddamn nurse and he is my patient, a lunatic, a person who has completely lost his common sense ... and society would punish this with contempt ...
So, in the name of God, I was better off letting him be a patient and not thinking about anything more ... and yet when I entered this room I was always flooded with a feeling of happiness to be near him.
WHY WAS THIS FUCKING WORLD SO UNFAIR ?!
~ * ~ First Act Fin ~ * ~
The "Second Act" will follow soon ... ^^