Fan Fiction ❯ You Make Me Crazy ❯ Medicated Kiss ( Chapter 22 )

“Malon, do you know why we're doing this?” Dr. Knil queried.

 

“So you can torture me and have `sane' people laugh at me for being `crazy?'” Malon rolled her eyes.

 

“To be perfectly honest, my dear, you're the most ill patient I've ever laid eyes on.”

 

“What an honor.”

 

“Please, no more sarcasm or cynical remarks. I'm afraid I may never cure you if we don't start getting serious.”

 

“Are you fucking blind or deaf? I've been serious this whole time! Damn, you're dense!”

 

“Malon, I'm being realistic here!” For the first time in Malon's life, Dr. Knil raised his voice at her. She actually felt intimidated by the usually-patient man. “Furthermore, I cannot help but feel that you're not trying, and that you're mocking me!”

 

She stiffened, despite the fact the straight jacket already made her quite as stiff as can be.

 

“Listen here! All of my patients have been cured within a matter of about two to four years. Why? Because they try! They want to get better! Do you want to get better?”

 

Malon fell over trying to move in her uncomfortable straight jacket.

 

Dr. Knil angrily walked over to her and unbuckled it, removing it from her tense body. He grabbed Malon by the shoulders and pushed her down to the padded floor before she had the chase to run away to the other side of the room. He was on top of her, sitting on her stomach so she was unable to budge. She broke into a sweat.

 

“I am tired of your nonsense, young lady! I have been patient with you since you were a child, and you are an adult now! ACT LIKE IT! YOU ARE NOT A KID ANYMORE!”

 

Malon tried her hardest not to shiver in fear; she didn't want to show this lunatic of a doctor that she began to fear him for the first time she had been forced to see him. Adrenaline coursed through her body, which allowed her to narrowly slip out from under Dr. Knil, who was sitting on her as if she was a cushiony beanbag.

 

She huddled in a corner, bursting into tears, feeling the vibrations of his enraged footsteps come towards her through the padded floor.

 

“You're not getting away that easily.” He coerced her out of the fetal position and had her lay flat on her back. This time, he sat on her crotch.

 

“Please…g-get off of me!” she begged.

 

He got down closer to her by pushing his chest onto hers. He was now laying stomach-down on top of her, and casually at that. They were nose-to-nose, literally. He usually gave her space, but this time he had enough.

 

“Do you have any idea how much mockery I go through? I'm known as the guy who has the crazy, incurable patient who back-sasses him! I don't want to be known as that guy! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!” He hollered at her like a drill sergeant.

 

Malon just kept screaming, tears running down her face like an overflowing river. “SOMEBODY! HELP!”

 

“Oh, now you want help? Hey, I'm here to help you. NOW LET ME HELP YOU, DAMN IT! STOP BEING AN INCURABLE BITCH!”

 

She just couldn't believe what she was hearing. Dr. Knil was swearing at her! He was supposed to be a softy! Why was he shooting words out like there was no tomorrow?

 

“Please…get off me! Please!” Malon clutched onto her clothing, and she immediately realized what a huge mistake it was.

 

“You appear to have a phobia of being naked…perhaps in front of men? You know what? The best way to get rid of a fear is to confront it.”

 

Malon, too stunned to speak, or even move, just let him slip her out of her clothes. She only kept staring into his frightful icy eyes, colder and harder than ever before. She didn't have underwear or a bra, so there wasn't much to take off; only the Gerudo pants and shirt. Upon realizing she was naked in front of one of her worst enemies, she tried to cover herself up, but failed as her doctor's arms restrained her from doing so.

 

“I'm a doctor, so there's nothing to worry about. I see naked people all the time. It's part of my job.” His arms had never felt so strong. They looked fairly normal, but right now, they seemed to bulge with manly muscles, as they prevented her from covering herself.

 

Her enemy had undressed her! Why wasn't she at least trying to fight back? Why?!

 

“Have anything to say?” he asked, watching her struggle to get away from him while her breasts jiggled and bounced violently as she shook.

 

“Stop looking at me, you pervert!” she squealed.

 

He merely smiled, much like the way Link did. In fact, now that Malon realized it, he bore a certain resemblance to him. But Link was Malon's age; seventeen. Dr. Knil was in his lower thirties. She also thought Dr. Aldez looked like…Zelda. The Gerudo and young nurse looked a tad familiar as well. She recalled seeing them somewhere. But then again, what were the chances of that? It's not like they were clones with their names spelled backwards…

 

“You're just smiling…like it's funny, or something?! YOU BASTARD!” Malon was glad she worked up the courage to throw a good insult at him again.

 

He began to chuckle until it became a full-grown laugh, echoing throughout the room. “What are you so afraid of? You have a nice body, young lady. And like I said, I'm a doctor. I don't judge people that way, anyway.”

 

Malon blushed so deeply that a person had to be blind to see she was not embarrassed.

 

“I see you adore compliments. Why didn't you like my other ones from the past years? I said you were creative countless times…and you certainly speak your mind. Now tell me, do you like being labeled as psychotic?”

 

She shook her head. “Fuck no.”

 

“I try not to label my patients as `crazy.' I believe them to be normal people, just with a different way of seeing the world.”

 

“Then why don't you believe me?”

 

“Because, I can tell when a patient isn't trying. I know it's hard to believe, but all those things you think happened are not real! They're all in your mind, and you don't seem to want to get rid of them!”

 

“I know they're not in my head! I know it! It's impossible!”

 

“It seems that way, doesn't it? But I'm going to tell you something about me that I haven't told anyone else; I used to be schizophrenic.”

 

Malon couldn't believe it. Her crazy psychologist was actually crazy. Yes, that kind of crazy!

 

“I saw things I thought were real. It felt so believable. But when I was cured, I finally realized…all of it was false. They were hallucinations. Maybe someday you'll discover that everything you see…isn't always real.”

 

“No,” Malon said, not even understanding what she meant by that single word.

 

“What do you mean by `no'?”

 

Then she did something she knew she'd forever regret…

 

She kissed him.