THE DOCTOR

It was a rainy morning in Mexico City; she looked gray because of the smog covering her, it was her first day as director of that hospital. He had been there many times, when he was a medical student he had to take classes there; when he was a social service provider because of his high average he applied for the place there.

At the end of his service, he graduated as a doctor, that’s when he won the Salpetriere grant to move to France, he remembered all that very well, when he left his car in the hospital parking lot, now in the special position for him, he was proud of himself, he was young, smart with a promising future.

The hospital had a long history, a shocking and sad history of thousands of patient cases, I don’t know it used the old methods anymore, but still some cases were so extreme that patients had to be kept asleep almost all day.

Upon arrival he visited every area of the hospital, every wing of the hospital, he knew them already, he had been there for a whole year, at different times, having different experiences. A lot of things came to his mind, the hospital legends, things about supertitions of the staff over the years.

I was in her office, having a meeting with the staff in charge, the deputy directors of the hospital, some nurses, some psychologists, I would have to start a new work strategy, mental health had to be important.

A young doctor approached him, wanted to tell him about a case, she was a patient who had been in the hospital for years, she was one of the permanent inmates, she had been through many of the doctors, she was known as the patient 1903, she had no name, he remembered that patient; when he was a social service provider, he had listened to her, but had not had the opportunity to see her, since she had no sufficient knowledge.

What’s going on with her?- he questioned the Doctor-Dr?

Lanah Angeles”, she said, “Dr. Lanah Angels – Dr. Samaniego; it’s patient 1903, every day she’s more and more out of the picture, the funny thing here, is that she asked especially for you; it’s as if she knew you were going to come – she ended up with a tone of doubt mixed with exceptionism.

“I did my service here”, he said, “but I never had any dealings with her, I just heard little things about her. I think she came here at the same time as I started the service; let me read her file, I want to know what’s going on with her.

He spent the day reading that expedite.

Patient of the female sex, currently 29 years old, thin physical constitution with 1. 74 cm of height. She was found in a house in the Rome colony completely naked, her family and her name, diagnostic with schizophrenia, are unknown when she was admitted to hospital. There’s no significant progress on it.

The file didn’t say much, apparently the psychiatrists treated her with specific drugs, the psychologists had tried hypnosis but each of them had failed, the woman didn’t say or didn’t want to say anything, Manuel Samaniego saved a name in the last days.

He frowned, it was completely illogical, the file had a picture of the woman, he was absolutely certain that he did not know her, and he had never seen her in his entire life.

From the black and white photo you could see that her hair was blonde, it was long, in her eyes there was something she wanted to recognize but couldn’t, a headache came suddenly, so I closed my eyes a bit, there had been many things during the day, so she decided to go home to rest, only that first she would go see her girlfriend Mariana. Despite having gone to France to study Mariana Marquéz remained his girlfriend, she was a chef who had an Argentine restaurant in Coyoacan, she had followed him to France while he studied her specialty; she studied for a chef, worked in France, she returned to Mexico a year earlier to open the restaurant. She didn’t work that day because she had cut off her hand.

When he arrived at the apartment where they both lived, he noticed something curious about the number of his house, it was the same number as the patient 1903; he shook his head at chance and entered his house.

His girlfriend Mariana was furious, she could not do anything with her hand, she felt a complete useless, to increase her anger her partner entered with her head and thoughts elsewhere.

Good evening, Manuel- almost shouted Mariana- if I have been very well, and you?- the anger almost fury brought Samaniego to the real world, he did not understand Mariana’s mood swings, he had already asked her for a long time to treat but she had always refused.

Good evening, Mar- I speak to you in a tired tone- again, that headache, it was like a drill was puncturing his skull, it was strange but I felt that- it went well in the hospital, for the first day, sorry for not calling you earlier, it was a very busy and chaotic day. He approached to hug his girlfriend but she rejected him, to go to the room they shared.

Manuel shrugged his shoulders, it was better to let that start pass, took out his laptop, and started looking for information that had been sent to him about that patient, he saw the notes of the hypnosis sessions, he only said one thing, blood, hammer, blood, drill, blood, man, house, body, and crying, a lot of crying, position The hypnosis or the sessions were apparently not well conducted, what impressed him most was that the word that he read on several pages was always the same: BLOOD.

She got up and went to her room where Mar was, she knew perfectly well that she was temperamental, she always had been; since the beginning of their relationship nothing had changed between the two of them, the only way she could relax was by making love, or with such a fuck as she said.

He found her lying on the bed, so he came over and started kissing her, the woman parted with a sudden move, that was always a foreplay, he turned her over to kiss her now he bites her lower lip, he flipped her gently to penetrate her in a rough way. . .