Wolf Asylum by Mark Fuson Page B

rapidly.
    â€œShe’s all yours, Doc!” The orderly shouted once Nancy was safely secured in the harness.
    â€œFine, I’ll be right in,” Doctor Giddon replied through the intercom. “Sam, I know what you’re thinking, but I don’t believe in coincidences.”
    Kimbel said, “Eddie, I’m not judging. If you want to interview her then go for it, but what do you hope to learn? We’ve seen hysterics before…this is no different. We’ll probably find she’s a schizophrenic and after some medications, she’ll be fine. You’re not giving her ramblings any serious considerations, are you?”
    Edward shrugged. “I don’t know what I believe. I see it in her eyes, she believes what she says. The fact she comes from the town where the new hospital will be, the same town as Marta Foster…I just must do this.”
    Edward Giddon entered the padded room and found Nancy rolling in the corner continuing to cry and shout. The doctor plopped himself down on the floor with only a clip board and pen in hand. Nancy wasn’t aware of his presence until he spoke.
    â€œNancy,” he said softly.
    Her shouting ceased and her cries became only muffled sobs. She rolled to her side to see the Doctor sitting cross-legged, giving her a simple smile.
    â€œWhat the fuck do you want?” Nancy barked.
    â€œThe same thing you want I imagine, to find the truth.”
    â€œI tried the truth, look where it got me.”
    Giddon nodded. “Nancy my name is Doctor Giddon; I want to hear your story. In your own words, can you tell me what happened?” he asked with emotion.
    â€œWhy the fuck should I? I told the police everything, they acted like they believed me and instead I was committed! If I tell my story, you might never let me go!”
    â€œI promise to listen to what you have to say. You have to admit though, if you hadn’t seen what you claim to have seen, you might be a bit reluctant to believe it too, right? So my job is to help you either explain what you saw to help your mind better cope with the world around you, or possibly find a medical intervention.”
    â€œWhat if I’m not lying?”
    â€œI don’t think you’re lying. I think you believe what you say.” The doctor stopped for a moment, choosing his words so as to not inflame that agitated patient. “It can be difficult for people like me. What you have seen should not exist, but maybe it does. If you ran into a room and said the President of the United States was outside, we probably would all run to have a look. He exists, so therefore there is less doubt in our minds. When you say you were held captive by werewolves, a mythical creature as far as I know, then I have to take a step back and see how we arrived here. If I or anyone could explain or interpret what you have seen, or even find a medical reason for you to make it all go away, wouldn’t you accept that too?”
    â€œWhat if I can prove to you my story is true,
then
what?” Nancy questioned, her eyes bulging as though she suffered from cerebral edema.
    The doctor tried to assess her rational thinking. “Then I suppose
I
might need some medical intervention. Nancy, I’m not saying what you claim happened in fact didn’t happen, but if we assigned a likelihood to your story—say on a scale from one to ten—what do you think the average person would assign to it?
    Nancy huffed in her spot looking at the padded roof. “Zero…I’m not retarded. I know how it sounds but I can tell you where to look to prove my story is true!”
    â€œThe coal mine?”
    â€œYes!” Nancy shouted. “Go there and you will find the place they call-Special Handling. Thousands have died. People are kept there until they are needed for food, then
they
come.”
    â€œWerewolves?”
    â€œYeah…only they come in human form when they want food. For awhile,