The Mad Scientist

Topics: Cancer, Cancer research, American Society of Clinical Oncology Pages: 4 (1366 words) Published: February 16, 2011
A sharp wail cut through the silence of Woodbridge Mental Hospital. A nurse immediately rushed towards the far end of the hallway, her footsteps echoing off the walls of the hospital. As she approached the door of the patient’s ward, she heard equipment crashing to the floor and shattering. She fished out her cell phone and dialed a number.

Ten minutes later, a ravishing woman sashayed down the halls of the hospital, oblivious to the ear piercing shrieks of the woman at the far end of the hallway. “We weren’t able to calm her down, Miss Hale.”

The guards nodded at her as she approached the entrance of the ward and let her in. The ward was a mess, shattered glass covered the ground and broken lab equipment lay haphazardly all over the room. And in the corner, hugging her knees, sat the scientist.

“Danica, calm down.” At the sound of her sister’s voice, the woman stopped screaming and raised her head, her breath jagged. Her wild hair framed her face, nearly covering her bloodshot eyes, but not quite. In a cold, monotonous voice that chilled to the bone, she said, “This is all your fault.”

I hadn’t meant to overhear them; I wasn’t even allowed to be in this wing of the hospital. “What are you doing here? Who are you?” A voice demanded. I straightened my back, quickly making up a story, but as soon as I saw her standing just inches from me, I froze.

“I…. I… I’m new here, I lost my way.” I stuttered, deciding to tell her the truth. Her eyes seemed to harden as she said, “Please leave. You are not authorized to be here.” I scurried away, my heart beating like the wings of a hummingbird.

“Where were you? I waited for ages but you didn’t show up, so I just went ahead.”, said Natalie, a resident I’d befriended on my second day. I’d completely forgotten about meeting her for lunch that day and I was so intrigued by what had happened that I didn’t think before asking her, “Who lives in the Restricted Wing?” Natalie blinked at me blankly, and then...
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