Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Tomorrow never comes ❯ Nikumu (hate) ( Chapter 1 )

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A/N: you have no idea how long I have been wanting to use that…

Prolog

Nikumu (hate)

Attending

Physician: Dr. Iesho Kokyu

Patient I.D.: Tima Zu

Diagnosis: Acute DID with bipolar II disorder; recurring paranoia.

Treatment: High impact K-cycle ECT with lysergic acid diethylanide + phentedrine; intensive psychotherapy

Notes: Patient was highly aggressive and agitated in initial state. Severely paranoid. But she was converted to non-aggressive and receptive alpha state after administration treatment.

Once hypnotic the length about her posttraumatic delusions and the acute emotional aftermath that has worsened over the course of the last five years.

History: Patient's primary traumas occurred at the ages of four and nine, both resulting is Dissociative identity and imagined episodes of domestic violence. Resulting fictional identity includes grandiose delusions of large-scale conspiracy for mars to over throw the united federation of planets.

Prognosis: one of the patient's family members has provided me with necessary factual information to counter patients delusional re-creations of prior events. This should make the elimination of false identity move at a far more rapid pace, without incident. We've already begun work o correcting her delusional interpretations of the dominating traumas from her past. Expect a full recovery.

Other notes: Tima lei Zu has been in the care of the Mars institute for the criminally insane for four years, She was un-willfully committed by the Mars Gov. for the murders of her parents, Tani Kasumi Zu and Le Zu.

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Stuck between a rock and a hard place the unfortunate orderly began to shiver. Of all the tough case he'd handled, this gray haired little girl was intimidating, even when she was strapped into a wheel chair. It was her eyes he concluded with a shudder. Her eyes reviled the truth that lay beneath the surface.

The pain of life was written clearly on her face, her eye's dulled.

"Miss Zu, would you please relax? This will help" He jabbed a needle full of Haldol in to her I.V. A brief moment pasted and she began to fell the effect of the Haldol, he limbs felt as though they were being held down with ten pound weights, with smaller weights hooked into her eyelids.

"It's ok Tima," a young physician entered the room, his warm and caring smile clashing with the dull hospital white that surrounded them." I'm sorry that we needed to subdue you, but sometimes you need to be protected from your self." All of this was said in a soft singsong alto, floating around her, each word he said fascinating and smooth.

He wheeled her down a long white hallway and into a large office. She squinted; the walls were covered in a soft mauve that filled the room with warmth. On his desk resided many small trinkets strewn about, the only orderly thing one his desk were the pictures of his smiling family. A large array of painting littered the walls. Each picture covered in overly vibrant colors, reds, greens, and oranges that melded into a seamless pattern of a circle, The pictures were so bright to the point of being disturbed. She figured a patient had given them to him. --> [Author:CE]

Tima tried to speak through her dry mouth, what came out sounded like a moan. She took a deep breath and tried once more. "Will you let me go…please?" each word came out in barely a whisper, it was as if she had never spoken before. "I will do anything you want," her voice grew stronger, "just please…I just want to go home." The orderly left.

Using her remaining strength she looked up at the good doctor, her eyes pleading with him.

He returned her stare, "why exactly do you wish to leave? Do you truly believe that you are cured?" his gaze grew cold, "Do you really expect me to believe that you have honestly shed you Rosalie Barden personality?" His voice grew colder, " I want you to listen you stupid bitch, all you are doing is making my job harder. WHY WONT YOU JUST FORGET!?"

She looked back at him, her medicinal burden lifted, and she stood. "Excuse my candor, for I fear I might say some things that might sound harsh." She walked over to the shocked man, the I.V. trailing not far behind her. "Now listen Bitch, It is as I told you more than once. But no...You had to be the dumbass; No matter. My immune system is perfect no drug can har-m-me"

The I've had begun to pump in a deadly cocktail of sedatives and the word began to fade around her..

"I was hired to handle you Miss Zu, but now, I just have to kill you…"

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