Chapter 7: The confusion
While waiting for the arrival of Dr. Andersson, I tried to figure out the complex problem in front of me. According to my memories, the culprit was a humanoid walking on two legs and definitely not hairy like a wolf. It not only possessed supernatural strength and speed, but also had sharp teeth to puncture the skin. Besides, all the victims suffered severe blood loss but no large amount of blood could be seen on the crime scene according to the officers, which meant that it must have ended in the creature's stomach. Everything matched the description of a mythological beast called vampire.
But vampires couldn't possibly be real, no?!
I couldn't help but shiver and feel helpless. Maybe I was only overthinking. Maybe, it was some werid psycho that sedated it's victims with needles coated with hypnotic that also caused them to hallucinate. Then the criminal punctured the neck and sucked out the blood with some kind of instrument. The blood might be some kind of trophy for the assailant or maybe there was another use for the retrieved blood. Anyway, this hypothesis sounded very logical. The Criminal Minds marathons seemed to have paid off.
"So how are you ladies doing?" I was taken suprised by Dr. Andersson since I didn't notice him enter the room.
"We do look fine, don't we, Dr. Andersson?" Sasha answered with a wry smile. "However, I believe that there is something wrong with Mel here. She is acting weird." Her eyes showed concern.
"You are weird!" I narrowed my eyes and snorted.
"There is no need for a dispute." The doctor interjected in a calm voice. "Tell me what is wrong."
"Am I right when I claim that I have cut marks on my body that resemble those made by claws? And that you had to do some stiches on me for it to heal properly?" She threw out here questions before I could react and pulled up her dress. Her hand moved around and pointed at undamaged skin.
"That is correct. " He nodded. "Though it is best if you do not peel off the dressings as you please. Otherwise you might get an infection."
That couldn't be right. Last time I checked I had no problem with my eyesight.
"But Mel says that there are no wounds on our frontal body."
"Because there isn't." I stared at them and felt a surge of emotion rise in me. Panic? Anger? Desperation? I was still unsure.
Silence filled the room but not within my mind. In my mind, I couldn't help but wonder why every one was acting so strange. It wasn't the first of April today.
"Ms Clover" Dr. Andersson began talking in a soft voice while slowly closing in on me and I didn't like that at all. He was acting as if I was an explosion waiting to happen. "Are you sure that you see nothing out of the ordinary on Ms Hightower?"
"Don't you see that too? Her skin is freaking intact!" I was getting agitated.
"I need you to calm down, Ms Clover." He grabbed my arms gently. "There is no need to panic. You have recently experienced something traumatic and some confusions are thus not abnormal. Can you take a few deep breaths with me?"
I did as I was told and felt better. The storm inside me receded somewhat, but it was still very much alive.
"That's right. Now that you have calmed down, I would like to do some tests on you."
"Tests?" The storm was getting stirred up once again.
"Yes, but they are only to ensure that we haven't missed any damage done to you." Dr. Andersson tried to assure me, but I didn't believe it. To them, I was probably delusional and acting crazy. But I had to act normal in order to not let their suspicions grow further.
"Fine."
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It turned out that except for my neck wound and the "marks" on my chest, there were no other signs of damage that could explain my behaviour. Basically, my problem couldn't be explained physically but rather psychologically. That was what every one else believed. I had been in contact with the police once more and they told me that there was strong evidence supporting the assumption that a large animal had caused the crime scene. Maybe it was a wolf or another big carnivore.
I didn't know what to think anymore. Everyone seemed to be against me and I felt so lost. I was starting to question if I was sane. Maybe the animal transmitted some virus or bacteria to me through its saliva that caused me to see things or rather not see things. Or maybe I had always had the genes for some kind of mental disease that was triggered through the incident. I really didn't know, but I really wanted to know. That was why I decided to do everything I could to investigate this myself as soon as I was discharged.
When I finally could leave the hospital together with Sasha a few days later, I was instructed by Dr. Andersson to visit a psychiatrist that he had admitted me to. As he phrased it, he had to "make sure that I didn't suffer any psychological traumas after the attack", but even an idiot understood that he wanted to check if I suffered from delusional disorder or psychosis.
I promised him that I would not miss out my appointment, but only because I wanted to ease his and also Sasha's mind. Because not once did Sasha stand on my side and try to see it from my perspective. No matter how right she might turn out to be, I couldn't help but to feel a bit betrayed. And I couldn't help but to feel alone, so utterly alone.
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