A loud thud could be heard down the hallway, like a heavy brick hitting pavement. And then the yells. Loud and menacing...demented...retarded. The new nurse's eyes nervously darted to the senior nurse he was shadowing.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, voice trembling.
"I'm afraid it's autism—a terminal case." said the senior in a matter-of-fact tone. "He runs full-force into the walls for about five minutes, as if mesmerized by the sensation of his skull being pummeled. When he comes to his senses he will calm down, and we'll let him use the computer so he can print out a stack of Wikipedia pages on the Thundercats characters."
As the two men walked down the corridor, some commotion through a doorway to the right caught the rookie's attention. He stopped to observe an open room with a young teen girl crying on the floor, huddled up in a ball with her head buried in her crossed arms. Towering over her was an RA laughing maniacally, as he ashed a cigarette onto the girl's hair and blew smoke into her face.
The newbie felt an uncontrollable indignation well up within him until he finally burst, "DO THEY JUST ABUSE KIDS IN HERE?" came out in a raging shout. "No..." the senior began, measuring his words, "nothing is quite as it seems here. You see...the girl is histrionic...she's gaslit that poor fellow into thinking he's an abuser, thereby creating a near endless pool of attention to draw from, from both him and others who don't know any better. The more cigarettes he puts out on her, the more powerful she becomes. Here, take this thorazine and jab him with it. If he's left alone in there too long, he'll go out to the street and reach for a cop's gun."
