Speaking of insane: 4th Day Bound, 2nd Day Out to Lunch

[doc_venkman]

Venkman had spent the night, fitfully sleeping, bouts of insomnia, and having nightmares. At times, he wasn't sure where he was, and or what year it was. Sometimes, he would call out for random people. His mind also was jumbled with memories mixing into one another.

Notes: Patient is suffering from prolonged suffering and stress. Also seems

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[gone_byebye]

There's a soft, hesitant knock at the door before it opens to admit a worried-looking Ray. "Pete? You okay, buddy? It's me..."

He hates to say it, but he has to. "You recognize me, right?"

[doc_venkman]

He turns toward the door, and he squints a little to see who it is.

"Ray?" He rasps, his mouth dry from slight dehydration. "Is that really you?"

[gone_byebye]

"Oh, thank God... yeah, it's me, Pete." He hurries in, or at least comes in as fast as a guy carrying a loaded lunch tray can manage. "You all right? You look like crap- oops." He winces, but it's not like he hasn't tripped over his own tactlessness before around Venkman. "Sorry, man. Uh, you hungry?"

[doc_venkman]

Not even up to joke, he shakes his head, "No, just a bit thirsty."

"And I'm not all right. I'm not sure of anything anymore." He admits, and then stares at Ray. Something seems different about him, but he can't place it. Then Peter himself feels different, so it's probably that.