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The Saturday morning clinic shift gave Wilson a reason to get up early, which he appreciated. He started his day with a short jog, just down to the beach and back, then showered and dressed for the day. He'd been hoarding normal looking clothes since the incident with the parachute pants, but he still thought that an offering to the clothes box

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[endlessdel]

Needlemen were bad and Delirium didn't have an idea as to why she thought going to see one was a good idea, mostly they had no clue and mostly they were arrogant but her head kept hurting and it didn't seem to want to get any better. She didn't want to get any better or change but she had been on the Island a whole lifetime already and being in one place was killing her.

"nEeDleMan? nEedLemAn." Delirium said questioningly, tip-toeing. She had managed to evade her siblings, they would forget and she would creep around happily on her own. She grinned happily at the man with a book, he looked silly for a needleman and familiar- he wasn't one of hers but they did share someone. "iT huRTs."

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Wilson had never seen such red hair in his whole life. He stared for a split second before processing to the woman's sing-song plea. Needleman. He supposed that's what doctors were called wherever she came from. "I'm Dr. Wilson," he told her in his most reassuring voice.

A quick visual exam told him that her pupils were slightly dilated, but he saw no wounds. "Where does it hurt, miss?" he said calmly, gesturing to the bed.

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"i'M dEL." Delirium said, running to the bed and bouncing on it. Delirium giggled and brushed her hair behind her ears as she smirked madly at the doctor.

"eVerywHerE hUrTs, bEing hUmAn hUrTs mY heAd. i nEvER hUrT beFOre aLL sUnsHinE aNd fiShIEs, oNLy hUrT wHen i TriED to bE sANE."

[real_buzzkill]

Wilson always suspected that he'd get a patient who admitted to being off her meds, and this... well, it was close. He went to the cabinet and got a couple of Tylenol, then poured her a glass of water.

"Do you see colors, unusual colors?" he asked as he attempted to hand her the pills.

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"sWeeTies!" Delirium took the sweets happily and swallowed them without the water. Needlemen had moved on from lollipops it seemed. Her eyes wandered around the room, and stared at the wallmonster screaming in pain from being chained for so long. She wished she had her butterflies back, they were prettiful.

"oF coUrse. rEds and piNks and oCtarinE anD voId matTeR. i sEe evErythIng mOrE THaN mY sIbLings tHink i dO."

[real_buzzkill]

This... was an inefficient way to determine whether or not Del a migraine. "But you always see these things, don't you?" he asked patiently.

He took out a slip of paper and wrote a few notes: Patient Del complaint "pain." 2 aceto.

"Do you have a last name, Del?"

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"oF cOuRse, iF i dIdn'T thE wOrLD migHt uNmAkE." Delirium said, wanting to reach out and pat the doctor's very fluffy hair. Like kittens. Delirium reached out to touch the very bouncy creature on his head and giggled.

"i dO noT hAve a lAsT nAme. i aM a pUrpOse, aN aNthRopOmorphic pErsoniFicaTion. i hAve nEvEr nEedED onE. WoULD yoU liKe to gIve mE onE?"

[real_buzzkill]

"Ah... Del Shannon?" he said the first thing that popped into his head, which was a blaring voice from the oldies station his second wife liked to listen to in the car.

Wilson blinked a couple of times, but managed to stay still as Del petted his hair. Her fingers were quite cool. "This might seem like an obvious question, but are you related to Death?" Like Death, she was quite pretty, though they bore no resemblance. But this one made his friend seem sedate and restrained.

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"i liKe sHannOn i hAd a moRtal oNce, she usEd to sEe pOlar bEars aLL the tIme." Delirium said patting the hair creature on his head. She would prefer his hair creature to hers which seemed very red. At the mention of her sister Delirium snapped out of her hair trance and grinned.

"yEs, sHe's mY siStER. i'm hEr yOunGesT- deLiRium or dEl sHaNnoN. yOur hAir is vEry nicE."

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"Thank you," he said idly. "I put some avocado on it the other day."

So this was the sister who caused Death so much trouble. He sighed loud wnough to be heard. "You ought to leave her alone, I mean, her head. She's a good... person. But I think you like to cause trouble." Wilson kept his voice conversational, since he didn't want Del to think he was being critical.

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Delirium shook her head, hair flicking back and forth and from beneath the mop of hair she smiled. Delirium leaned over and patted his head.

"sHe iS mY fAmiLy. i aM noT iN hErs, i aM nOt iN miNe. diD yOu asK hEr noT tO tAkE aNy aWay. iT is oUr job." Delirium explained. "i cAn'T nOt hEre anYwaY-wHy eLsE wOuLd my hEad hURt anD mY moRtals i CaNnOt HeaR tHem noT eVen yoUr bRoThER. nEedLemaN mY heAd sTiLL hUrtS veRy mUchLy."

[real_buzzkill]

As soon as she said the word brother, her voice was replaced in his head by a faint buzzing sound.

"How... how do you know my brother?" Wilson asked slowly, with the same great suspicion he used to get whenever some private detective thought he had a lead. "I've been looking for him a long time."

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"hE gOt lOst, tuMbLed dowN tHe wRoNg RaBbit hoLe- joSh is a veRy niCe boy noT sO fLuFFy thOugh." Delirium said patting his hair again. He hadn't been a favourite but he was one of hers, he floated hazily through her realm and he'd ask her things.

"i dO noT LikE miNe, i cOuLd chAngE it aLl thE tiMe pOof Now- no pOof. mY miNd is aLl crAmpED anD toO smaLL. wOrLds and woRLds aRe aLL in hEre."

[real_buzzkill]

Wilson didn't like to think about his brother. "Josh was never fluffy, no. He was always hard," he said. And lost was right, although sometimes Wilson suspected he knew exactly where he was and what he'd done, especially to their mother.

He tried very hard not to think about this, because it certainly didn't matter here.

"I think you should rest for a while, and then eat something. Your blood sugar might be a litle bit low." Crazy people could have hypoglycemia, too.

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"oKay. mY siSter prOmised me biRthdaY cAke, i intENd to bE oLdeR thAn hEr anD if i eAT moRe caKe i wiLL gEt OLder and i wOn'T be the yoUngEst." Delirium said happily. Sleep and eat, that wasn't hard maybe needlemen weren't so bad and at least he hadn't tried to get rid of her monsters.

"i aM gLad yOu dId nOt stiCk mE wIth nEedLes, aNd i dO LiKe yOur haiR veRy mUchLy."

[real_buzzkill]

"No needles," he said. "We don't use needles very much here, unless a patient is very, very sick. I think you need a snack, and a nap, and then those pills will work and you'll feel... all better."

He had his doubts, honestly. This one seemed like she might not get that much better by his standards, but he wasn't sure what her standards were.

"I'll leave the cake to Death, but I'll go to the kitchen and bring you some juice and a sandwich. Do you like peanut butter and jelly?"