"Test"

"Test"

"It is August 3, 1952.  My last record was 2 months ago.  For the record I am not neglecting my duties, I am going much further.  I have re-examined main key individuals, partly for myself and partly for my patients.  Notable reevaluations concern those that I put on Amoxapine.  In my previous record, I had recorded four of my patients as exhibiting a common factor.  I have contracted that to two members, Richard Alton and Claudius Staephon.  I must remark about the two I've left out before I go on about Mr. Alton and Mr. Staephon."

(Sound of drinking and a drag on a cigarette)

"Patient Colleen Davis, age 28.
Diagnosis; opium and other stimulant drug use.  Current treatment includes Amoxapine and counsel sessions.  Though I have found that her experience, if I may call it that, was brief it left a subconscious influence on her.  She fears what might be hidden in her memories, enough so that I have been unable to break her block on it. 
Our verbal sessions, as well as medication induced sessions, have been similar.  Some time in her recent past, Miss. Davis came across an individual that put enough fear into her that hear brain will not allow her to remember the details.  I must say that it scared me to hear the change in her voice, almost that of a child, when we discussed the events.  She stated that a man told her that to get help she must seek it.  She went on to say that the man was evil and that she could still feel the touch of evil.
I got a note from her room and I copied it.  The note might be a piece of her journal, or diary.  Itss only half a page. Here is what it entails; 'He talked to me again.  A waste.  He called me a waste on everyone around me.  A puppet to be used.  I told him I was no one’s puppet.  He said I was and asked if I wanted to cut the strings.  I said that if I was a puppet then yeah.  Get help he said.   I said what’s your name mister?  Are you a priest?  He laughed, no, I am not a priest, I can use any name, but you can call me Xavier.  Help me, help me, help me!  God help me!  I talked with the devil!'
With further treatment and verbal counseling, I do believe that soon I will remove her from any other form of medication."

(Sigh and a sound of a match being struck and another drink)

"Um, next is currently no longer a patient.  He was released into family care two weeks ago.  His name is David Gould, a decorated veteran from the war with Germany.  At first his demeanor did not strike me as an individual that usually passes through my hospital, however he insisted that he needed counseling.  He had refused the concept of having his sessions recorded, due to his past.  I conceded, yet I prescribed Amoxapine for him to see if it may have an effect.  It did have an effect, (chuckle) sometimes I couldn’t shut him up.  I will spare the boring details and get to the point.
Mr. Gould spoke of a young man that he served with while in Germany.   This man, by his account, was something out of the comic strips.  The young man didn’t get sick, 'even when it was colder than a witch’s tit.'  Interesting statement.  This young man always walked out of a firefight.

'There was one night that we caught holy hell.  The germs cut our left flank to shit.  Dubin owed me 2 dollars.  Damn him for die’n before he could pay up.  Our point was knee deep in shit and guts, and the rear had their heads in their rear.  My platoon got spread pretty thin and it was hard to tell who might still be alive.  Then dawn came and out of nowhere it got really quiet.  Shit, I thought, they're go’na push.  We checked ammo.  I was down to half a slug for my rifle, and my arm was bleeding pretty good from some sharps I got from a mortar.  Then all of a sudden a voice picks up behind me.  Hay whatcha doin down there bleeden all over the place Goldy?  I turned and almost put a hole in the kids head.  There he was, standin all clean as a new born just slapped on the ass.  Not a scratch.  Nothing.  Then he says, Wouldja have any ammo, I'ma out.  Used all mine, Goldy.  Oh, and get outa that hole!  You look like shit.'

The next part is what ties Mr. Gould to the rest of these reports.

'Doctor Hart.  Xavier was our point man.  There should have been no way that he could have survived, yet there he was.  Shit thing is we couldn’t find any of the germs, well not enough of them.  Cut to shreds.  It was shit like that that got me to come here.'

My initial thought was..."

(Knocking sound on a door)

"Doctor Hart, your needed."

"Uh, thank you Maggie, I’ll be right there."

"Will continue this upon my return."