Sebastian's Patients

[hisbutlerbound]

Characters: Sebastian (hisbutlerbound), Negi (notamageiswear), Tsuzuki (amethyst_gaze), Rip huntressrip), Dr. D (deceptiondealer)
When: Week of Event: We're all Mad Here
Where: Around the Asylum Sebastian is in
Rating: PG-13ish but will update if needed. Tsuzuki thread may be triggery
Summary: Sebastian's a doctor with no memories of AD. Amusingly so, his patients are part of his past.

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Tsuzuki & Sebastian

[hisbutlerbound]

The more serious cases were always put on him but he had to admit that he didn't mind at all. It was the previous doctor's notes that drew him to this particular patient. Constant attempts on his life and yet somehow he didn't die and the moments he was awake he spoke of places and people he had met and yet didn't exist at all. A troubled and disturbed patient, but again, it suited Dr. Sebastian greatly.

So he'd venture into his room, check his restraints and his vitals, constantly visiting him throughout the week for that small chance where he would be aware of his surroundings. He was changing the IV bag when Tsuzuki started showing signs of being awake. Sebastian's fingers would move to his chest, pressing slightly as he leaned over him and listened, looking into those dull and faint eyes that might betray a look or two of his own. Then again, it could just be his eyes opening again for no reason. It often happened in his case.

"Are you awake, Mister Tsuzuki?"

[amethyst_gaze]

When had they started using his name- oh, right. He'd finally given it to them after so long of never once speaking it. This wasn't one of the voices he was used to hearing at the edge of his mind whene he did become aware of where he was again.

The stare was kept blank for a moment, used to not reacting much when any tried to see if he was aware or not, even with the pressure on his chest. Eyes soon moved upwards, not saying a word as fingers curled on the bed.

[hisbutlerbound]

He took a moment to look over his wrists at how well they were healing, taking up a chair next to him and unwrapping them, his thumb feeling over the marks on his wrists with his thumbnail. Almost like a doll, Tsuzuki was easy to move around and as much as he could, he didn't want to risk an escape or another injury.

So Tsuzuki would be kept in restraints as he tended to his wrists, lightly dabbing it with a cotton ball, "Mm, so you are somewhat. That is good progress."

[amethyst_gaze]

Progress. The only progress ever made was when he had thought he had managed to kill himself. He didn't want to exist any longer, laying on this bed with nothing out there waiting for him. That one dream he wanted fullfilled would never come.

Tsuzuki stared out that one small barred window for what he felt was a long time. Nothing could be seen from his vantage point- except for the sky.

Something clicked suddenly, from all of those times he was pushed back into awareness. Something was different, "Where," his voice cracked from disuse, having gone silent after those brief times he had spoken once awakening here again, "other doctor?" That man who always came, was always there when there was any sign of change.

[hisbutlerbound]

Sebastian would never allow that now that he was incharge of this patient. Such suffering was sweet and he had to admit that while he enjoyed watching a patient suffer, he couldn't always accomplish it. His job was to end it.

A voice distracted him and he lifted his head from the bandages moving around his wrist, fingers touching against the edges to taper off the ends. Sitting up in the chair, he'd cross one leg over the other, "I'm afraid he has been dismissed for another case. I will be your doctor now."

[amethyst_gaze]

Dismissed?

Would that mean the end of those tests and experiments, or the begining of something else- a newer step. Oh, he knew what had been going on those few times he was aware of his surroundings, but he simply hadn't cared what was done to him. It was easy enough to let himself sink back into that nothingness.

"Oh.."

[hisbutlerbound]

A friendly term for Deceased. It was just unnerving to some patients.

He moves a hand up and calmly brushes his hair from his face, fingers stroking over a bit to move it behind an ear. He was sure to be hungry and yet he never ate, never seemed to want any food.

"You wish for water for your throat?"

[amethyst_gaze]

"No," quieter as his eyes strayed away from this new doctor and back towards that window, fingertips still digging into the bed. He didn't want anything that was supposed to be sustaining, and any normal person would be dead by now.

Why not him, too? Why could he not find relief from this life? Why couldn't he kill it?!

[hisbutlerbound]

"I see." Well if he was going to be that way, he'd pick up the needle for the IV and run his gloved fingers along Tsuzuki's arm. Then it was only a matter of finding the right vein and inserting it, which he would do immediately.

The IV would subsitute for the water.

[amethyst_gaze]

That got a reaction out of him, a violent one at that. Arms jerked against the restraints that kept them down, as well as legs and those keeping him forcibly laid there after the last time he'd managed to get hold of something sharp while no one was paying attention.

He didn't want any help to keep him living, he didn't want any help to try and regain sanity. He wanted them to leave him alone and let him die.

[hisbutlerbound]

His eyes lowered to the restraints to see how well they were holding. Tsuzuki didn't have an increased strength that would be outragously out of control, but he had already broken out of them before or so the notes said from aggressive wear and tear. They'd simply have to keep using thicker and more painful ones.

"Oh, so you do still have some life within you. Fighting won't solve anything, Mister Tsuzuki."

[amethyst_gaze]

How they bit into his skin didn't seem the phase him, thrashing a little as if wanting to get up out of the bed that instant.

"I don't want that thing in me!" Not caring how his screaming made his voice sound more hoarse than angry, moving enough to get the bed to shake about from it.

[hisbutlerbound]

"Does it matter? When you are sleeping we just attach one of these to you. It's not going to make much of a difference now or later."

He'd just sit back in his chair and contemplate the strength required to break those binds. He wrote down a small note to get the bed bolted to the ground.

[amethyst_gaze]

"Yo-..." Tsuzuki's voice died off suddenly. They just attached one of them to him when he was asleep? When had that started?

He sunk back into the bed suddenly, blood trickling where the straps hand dug into arms and legs and rubbed against skin constantly when he moved. It looked like the fit had passed, as if he'd forgotten what had set it off in the first place. Maybe he'd just tired himself out easily enough without eating.

[hisbutlerbound]

"Hm...?" It had started only recently only because one of the last few attempts had almost killed him. He had almost succeeded and their suicidal rate was rather high this month.

"How about we talk about why you feel you must die today? It seems to be a topic the others didn't mention in the notes much of." His eyes lowered to the blood but he wasn't stupid. Removing them as he was could be costly.

[amethyst_gaze]

"How long have I.. been here?"

Ignoring Sebastian's question as that almost gone look remained there, staring off towards that window. He had never asked, never listened when they had tried to tell him before. Not that he had ever paid attention really, or they didn't find it all that important.

Had any of them mentioned how long he had been in this bed without dying?