<strong>Simone </strong>tapped her finger against the file clipped to her board. She pondered over the patients' case files and tried to look into her previous case studies for some sort of link. It seemed the patient named David and patient 4 were put together into the same room but she could not find a case file on David. Perhaps, the nurses had yet to update David's file but for the patient named Four, as it was written in red next to his name. Did it mean the patient refused to say his name or that was the name found on him once admitted into the Sanitarium not a true name? Either way, Simone was curious about this individual given what was written on his case. Apparently, he was crazed and attacked a few of the staff orderlies. "Do you really want to go in there, Doctor Simone?," asked a warily orderly as he fingered the set of keys clipped to his belt. The orderly had the wary look every since she arrived at the sanitarium and maybe it had to due with the fact of how she ordered him around.<br/><br/><em>You. With the face. I need you to take me to patient Four's room for a one on one therapy session. I just want to walk around with him in the place and get a feel of what kind of therapy he might need. Do you understand what I am saying?</em>Yes, she could have asked in a more delicate fashion but Simone was not here to coddle anyone with her words, especially the staff members. She was here to find a few more case studies and try to prove a theory about changing the sexual behavior of an individual who was violent to a more calming behavior. For Simone, she presumed an individual who had violent tendencies would have violent sexual desires. If her research was correct, she could manipulate and change a violent patient into having a more "normal" sexual desire or even a new desire. There was not much to the case file but once Simone learned a bit more about patient number 4 then she could offer possible ways to condition and change Patient Four.<br/><br/>"Now, are you going to open the damn door or do I have to condition you to listen at the sound of my voice to follow orders?," she asked, cocking an eyebrow at the orderly whose cheeks flamed red with either embarrassment or anger. Simone could not care less if the orderly was offended by her words. He was getting paid to take care of the patients, open and closed doors, and for him to be offended did not fall on her scale of "giving a fuck". Even if she had a pocketful of "fucks", this orderly was not going to get one from her. All he would get in a stern lecture to get him to do his job or even report him to Doctor Radovich for insolence and not doing his damn job. Finally, the orderly did as he was asked, removed the key from the ring, and unlocked the door. At least he would make himself useful in following the two around and watch out in case Patient Four tried to accost her. She had gone toe to toe with crazed patients and one in the past had stabbed her with one of her pens because she looked to "serious for her own good". This time, Simone had a gel pen and it was secure in the pocket of her coat.<br/><br/><strong>"Patient Four</strong>. Doctor Simone wants to see you. David, you stay to your own side or you will not enjoy the consequences. Come on, Patient Four, we do not have time to pick you up from the ground."<br/><br/>Simone waited outside in the hallway for Patient Four having overheard him in the staff lounge about his wild accusations of being kidnapped to the sanitarium.<em>He must be having a break from reality and if anyone should push him on his stories, he might act out violently. Best course of action is to make him believe I trust his words and then figure out the best thing to do in fixing his mind. If not, well, then he will stay in this place until his mind kicks the bucket before his body.</em>Such cruel thoughts but Simone knew better than to have hope that every patient in the Sanitarium would miraculously get better within a few short session or even by themselves. Most of them were prisoners of their minds or illnesses. Just having gone through the list of patients here at the Sanitarium, everyone had their own god damn story to tell from schizophrenia to split personalities. At least with Patient Four, all she could see so far was his delusions of being kidnapped and nothing too serious to warrant another orderly to watch over the three of them during their conversation.