Entry 80002-3

Patient 80002 spent the night still and unmoving, save for the minor movements caused by his breathing, which remained unchanged, despite the updated chemical restraints. 80002 did not move until Doctor H---- entered the room.

Dr. H. woke up at 7:14, but remained in bed until 9:44, apparently nursing a hangover.  After rising and dressing, he curtly addressed the intern on duty for the day, who gave him the day’s briefing.

After giving the briefing a quick glance, Dr. H. moved straight into the cell at 10:13 for the morning observations. Grabbing a clipboard and pen from the desk, Dr. H. walked over to 80002 and began interrogating him.

TRANSCRIPT 10:14

Dr. H. – I don’t have the time or patience to deal with you today, so why don’t you open your goddamned eyes and answer my questions for once?

80002 roused and sat up, slowly rolling his neck, causing it to audibly crack three times, but did not open his eyes.

Dr. H. – I already told you, you cretin, I don’t have the time for this, open your eyes.

Dr. H. jabs his pen at 80002’s cheek, and the pen pierced at least two inches into the flesh of the cheek before stopping.

80002 opened his eyes at this, and the cameras clearly noted a clear discoloration of his eyes. In the past sixteen hours, the whites of 80002’s eyes turned a sickly yellow, and any ocular movement observed was sluggish and possibly painful. Video feed of the morning observations were sent to Doctors V--- and L-----, who were unable to determine the exact cause of the change beyond the possibility of an infection garnered before capture.

Dr. H. retreated, clearly distressed, leaving the pen embedded in 80002’s face.

Dr. H. – What the fuck? What the absolute fuck?

Dr. H. retreats towards the decontamination door and begins to panic. Extraction squads had been dispatched towards the cell at this point. 80002 begins shaking his head violently, apparently trying to dislodge the pen from his face, bleeding in the interim. Dr. H. tripped halfway between the chair and the door and fell onto his side.

Extraction Squad Delta breached the cell at 10:20, and found Dr. H. passed out in a fetal position and 80002 sitting calmly, smiling and bleeding from the wound on his face, the pen sitting three feet from the holding chair in a pool of blood. He seemed to be trying to make conversation with the extraction squad, but neither the extraction squad nor the audio recordings picked up anything but garbled nonsense. Doctors J----, M------, G----, and P----- all studied the footage and came to the conclusion that 80002’s larynx has sustained severe damage, and that he will no longer be able to sustain any kind of vocal communication.

Dr. H. was extracted and taken to his chambers, where he stayed until 16:02. 80002 was not interacted with, however the extraction team did remove the pen and collected a sample of blood for testing. Results from said tests are pending.

At 16:24, Dr. H. exited his chambers and demanded to be transferred “to something less insane,” but the interns all insisted he had to stay. After arguing for ten minutes with the interns, he claimed that he had the power to decide for himself when and where he could work, and attempted to access the staff elevator. When his staff card read as invalid, he began to physically assault the elevator. Eventually, Extraction Squad Beta was sent to contain him. The extraction squad dragged an uncooperative Dr. H. to the decontamination chamber and forcibly interred him in the antechamber, closing and sealing the door. In his attempts to escape, Dr. H. nearly broke two fingers and his right arm.

At 17:13, Dr. H. exited the decontamination chamber into 80002’s cell, visibly distraught and hesitant. He moved to his desk, sat in the chair, and stared at 80002 for twenty minutes before turning to the camera.

TRANSCRIPT 17:35

Dr. H. – I checked up on him. He looks fine. Can I leave now?

80002 threw his head back and emitted a sound that could have been a laugh, but was much too garbled to do more than speculate on.

Ten minutes pass, and Dr. H. becomes more and more agitated, occasionally screaming threats in the camera’s direction, only some of which were coherent enough to record:

Dr. H. – When are you bastards going to open that door!

Dr. H. – You know forcing me to do this is unethical, right?

Dr. H. – I swear to god if you don’t open that door and let me go home, I am going to tear this building down!

Eventually Dr. H. grabbed a pen and advanced towards 80002, who had done nothing except grin at Dr. H. during the ten minute interval. Shaking, Dr. H. stood in front of 80002 for a full minute, doing nothing but staring into 80002’s discolored eyes. After the pause, Dr. H. closed his eyes and swung his hand into 80002’s head, embedding the pen into the same cheek that had been damaged earlier. 80002 made a noise that most interns observing the interaction called “a garbled scream,” and lunged towards Dr. H., pausing only when the restraints stopped him. In one smooth, swift motion, 80002 wrenched his left hand in the manacle, and succeeded in severing it at the wrist, bringing his arm fully around Dr. H.’s neck.

Extraction Squad Beta entered the cell at this time and successfully managed to retrieve Dr. H. before any bodily harm could be done. Dr. H. was taken out of the room in shock and covered in 80002’s blood, and once separated from Dr. H., 80002 became calm and did not struggle as the extraction squad injected him with Cocktail 43 (Serums 140, 87, and 33), which seemed to have the intended effect, as 80002 lost consciousness, although Dr. M--- believes this may have been a physiological response to the amount of blood lost, rather than the intended chemical response expected.

80002 had the stump of his hand cauterized shut by Extraction Squad Beta’s Doctor, and the puncture wounds in his cheek had ceased bleeding, and were expelling a putrid black goo, which was collected alongside the pen used in the attack, several of 80002’s teeth that had been knocked out by the pen, a sample of blood, and the hand that had 80002 had removed.

Dr. H. was cleaned and returned to his room, which has now been locked to prevent unauthorized movement.

Holding procedures for 80002 have been changed in light of this incident. Instead of the holding chair used thus far, 80002 has been suspended on a holding bed placed in the same location as the chair, with manacles for the ankles, kneecaps, hips, midsection, chest, shoulders, neck, forehead, elbows, and the one remaining wrist. The severed wrist has been left free to move. The Doctors overseeing the project hope that this will limit the amount of damage 80002 can do to himself over the remainder of his interment.