Psychosis: Part 5 (Antisepticeye)

   Anti opened his glowing green eyes and scoffed at the sight of the hospital room. “Guess I shouldn’t cut so deep next time.” He cackled to himself. “Though the pain in Jack’s eyes is such a delightful sight!” Anti took too much joy in causing his host so much pain. Such a sadistic and psychopathic monster. He didn’t care though. So long as Jack’s body was alive and well he would do with it as he pleased.

(1 hour later at ‘Ireland West Airport Knock’)

   Anti arranged for his friend’s arrival hours in advance. The skype call was prerecorded. Dark had already been on a plane for 10 hours when the call happened. Anti had talked to Dark beforehand and laid out a plan for the two of them to have some fun together. He was to catch the next available flight to Ireland and as soon as he arrived he would then head straight to Roscommon County Hospital. A visitor badge waited for him down at the check in desk. He was to pose as a visiting nurse from another hospital in town.

   As soon as the plane door opened Dark was off the flying craft and on his way to the hospital. He called for a cab and made sure the driver understood the urgency of getting to the hospital quickly.

   Dark’s control over Mark worked differently compared to Anti and Jack. When Dark took over, Mark would normally lose track of days at a time with no hint as to what happened. Jack however was still aware of the time that passed and could feel any physical pain that was inflicted on him. It worked in Dark’s favor to hop on a plane to some far-off country, wreak havoc, and then come home. Mark would have no inclination as to his recent adventure, aside from obvious charges to his bank account.

   The cab ride only took 20 minutes from the airport to the hospital. Dark’s impatient expression at the time might have helped contribute to the driver’s need to go just a tad bit faster than normal.

   As the cab pulled up to the curb of Roscommon Hospital, Dark opened the cab door and stepped out. Before closing the door, he tossed a couple of American twenties at the driver. The cabbie was about to complain but Dark slammed the door closed and briskly walked away.

   Keeping up the quick pace Dark strode through the front door into the guest lounge. He only stopped walking once he reached the check in desk. He cleared his throat with a soft “ahem” and then spoke to the desk clerk. “My name is Mark Fischbach. I’m one of the visiting Nurses from St. Vincent’s Hospital.”

   The desk clerk slowly looked up from his computer and eyed Dark for a second. He then looked back down and started typing furiously on his keyboard. A second later a badge with Mark’s name on it was produced from behind the desk. The clerk promptly handed it over the counter to Dark who thanked him and smiled as politely as he could muster.
 
   Now all Dark had to do was find a set of Nurse scrubs that fit him, and then figure out what room Anti was in. How hard could that be?