Gunther's eyes contorted in pain as the madman dug into him, and he released his grip on the scalpel, falling to the ground in pain.  He drew away as if struck by a bolt of electricity, screaming with incredible volume as he clutched his injured wrist.  He rolled onto the floor as tears began to fall from his eyes, and began to drag a trail of blood alongside himself as he backed away in sheer terror.  Whatever this man was, he wasn't human.<br/><br/>Had the false doctor been more rational, he might have realized that Thomas could simply be numbed by blood loss, or so deep in psychosis that the pain didn't register.  Regardless, Thomas wept in terror, his eyes filled with the horrible sight of a man being repeatedly stabbed in the back and not even caring.  He backed away even further, screaming at the top of his lungs.  "SECURITY!  SECURITY!!  OH GOD, SOMEONE HELP ME!!!"  There was something seriously wrong with the man before him, and Gunther needed to get him help, somehow.  His fumbling hands reached into his coat, but found no pills.  Gunther simply wept and slid closer and closer to the wall, his entire body shaking as rivulets of perspiration ran down his body.