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I realize it's bad... it's very bad, I know, but I'm excited. I'm almost getting off on this. It's like me versus the demons in her head, and I'm about to kick some major... what's a gurney doing out in the street? Oh god... no no no no no... It's Julianna, my wife. It can't.. it can't be! She's dead! She killed herself! After she found out what.. what I did.
I try to disassociate. Not to feel. Just apply reason. Of course, as the patient! Did you see her? was it just me?? ...Oh god, how could she know that? How could she know?! Unless she saw Julianna too... unless she was real. I don't want to see her again, I don't. Shouldn't have gone after her before. She knows what I did. Hates me. Panicking. Make it stop. makeitstop makeitstop makeitstop makeitstop.
Oh no.. Adrenaline surge. Fight or flight response. The patients over coming the drugs I gave her. Asking why I brought her here... brought her back.
Somethings causing this. Not thinking straight. The mist, fog. It's not natural. There may have been a chemical spill. Some phychotropic drug causing hallucinations. We've just gotta keep running.
These monsters, I see them now. Oh god, something, anything. We need some way to escape. We need weapons. A way to call for help. We shook those things, but they're still outside. I've been bitten, scratched, and need antibiotics. I might be infected with something. OH no.. she's real. She's fucking real. No way. The girl in the white dress... I see her. But she can't real... I won't let her.
- M- Michael Groneman...