The Other Me
‘The Good Doctor’ iv. I struggled to get to sleep, worried voices would speak to me – since Dr Victor had put the question to me, I had to be close to this being possible. Surely, it was as simple as being balanced on a fine line: Sanity | Insanity Just the gentlest nudge, and I’d be over. People who heard voices were crazy. That’s the way they’re depicted in media, unless they’re Joan of Arc or something. But they burned her. Everybody else who heard voices ended up in institutions, doped up and lost to reality. Whatever the case, no good could come from hearing voices. Now, I questioned…
The Other Me
‘The Good Doctor’ ii. I got to the hospital, checked in, and took a seat. It was just me and a nurse in the waiting-room. The amount of people always varied in this waiting room. Being crazy must’ve been a seasonal thing. Then the nurse left, and I was alone. I sat back. Ran my finger down the contour of the plastic chair to the right of me. Wondered how long I’d have to wait. And then felt like I was shoved, only I was still sitting in the same spot. What had been shunted from me – shunted as it’d been pounded out of me by a speeding train…