Damenstok

Experiment №104839: "Locked up" Patient №104839 was locked in a cage without people, but with food and water. At first, the patient took a break from the noise and enjoyed the silence, sometimes talking to himself, but over time he began to go crazy from the silence. No one talked to the patient, but I heard his tearful pleas to return him to the human world and did not return. The result: illness and death. From the slightly open window came the rustle of malachite foliage and the unusually loud screeching of gloomy crows that circled over the Screaming Forest. Scientist Boden Schneider, sitting at the desk of his small office, furnished with all sorts of trinkets, which looked more like a coffin than a room, painted the idea for a new experiment that had spontaneously arisen a week ago. He lived with his ward in a small unremarkable house near the Screaming Forest. Boden himself was a short man with a crimson square, sharp shark teeth, a monocle over his right eye, light green eyes with goat pupils, dressed in a darned white turtleneck, a belt bag sewn from three trousers and metal-heeled shoes. A long emerald medallion glittered around his neck. "Parker!" Having finished with the letter, Boden threw on a gray-pink patched robe with a bloody hem, took a notebook with him and went out into the corridor, where he ran into Parker's ward – a handsome young man with long crystal-white hair pulled back in a ponytail, a scar on his lip and black narrow eyes. He was wearing a white lab coat and a black suit. "What was your name, Father?" "Yes! Come on, I have an idea..." Baden hurried to the kitchen to the trapdoor that hid the carpet, opened it and began to go downstairs to his underground vast pale pink laboratory, where everything smelled of death and wild horror. Parker followed him. It is worth mentioning that the madman Schneider had very good connections with the prison, from which he was secretly sent to experiment with criminals with a life sentence so that "they would be of some use." Boden wrote about his experiments in scientific journals and shared them with colleagues and with the whole world, saying that he had conducted experiments on monkeys (which was far from true). And this time he had the idea to conduct a terrible, but very curious experiment: what would happen if an absolutely healthy person was told that he had cancer? Boden decided to check it out. Arriving at the department, which looked like a prison where his future test subjects lived because of the bars and old stone walls, he told Parker to bring one of the prisoners, who had recently been tested, to a solitary cell for experiments, and he went to the workplace and began printing documents in order to accurately convince the test subject that that he has cancer. Experiment №060148: Imaginary oncology Patient: Luchik Deyderai Age: 31 years old He was sentenced to life imprisonment due to the seduction of minors. The patient is placed in solitary confinement. Boden put an end to the notes and, when Parker left the cell, went with a pile of documents to the prisoner who was sitting on a cot, swinging his legs and inspecting his new place of residence. "Hello, Deyderai". "Hello to you too, Uncle Schneider! Why the hell did they bring me here?" Luchik grinned. Boden adjusted his monocle and grinned horribly. "What was he treated for?" "From cancer, my friend, from cancer". A smile from a pale, haggard face is as bold as a hand. Deyderai opened his eyes wide, swallowed noisily and laughed nervously. "Excuse me?" "You have cancer, my friend. Do you remember when you were tested recently? So, we have identified your predisposition to oncology and we want to check you completely in order to make sure of the diagnosis and start treatment". Of course, no one would be involved in the treatment, but Deyderai did not know about it. Yes, in general, none of the prisoners even suspected that they were all in the clutches of a cruel sadist and a mad scientist, just like from fairy tales; everyone thought that they had been transferred from one prison to another, more pleasant and kind, where they were treated not like cattle, but like child patients in the clinic. Deyderai shook, merged with the pale wall and exclaimed through feverish breathing, clutching his head: "No, you're joking!" "No one is joking here, my friend. You probably have cancer". "No, it's not true!" Jumping up, Deyderai wanted to attack Boden in a fit, but Parker grabbed him by the collar in time and threw him back on the bunk, handcuffing him to it. The man was shaking in a fit, screaming, sputtering, and shaking his head. "Calm down, Deyderai," Boden hissed in disgust. "No, you're joking, you're joking! I'm not sick, I'm healthy, I'm healthy!" "You're sick, accept this fact". "I'm not sick, no, no way!" And he continued to scream and fight until he was tired. Fading into silence, he stared soullessly at the ceiling, and only his heaving chest spoke of his life. A person wants to live, even if he is locked up for life. That's how people are made – they want to live, no matter what. And even many suicides, just before they die, remember their love of life and, a moment before oblivion, they are afraid of what awaits them in the afterlife. No one wants to die and leave this world, even if it is rotten and cruel. Boden "conducted" a complete analysis of the patient's body and, with sadness in his voice, announced to him the terrible verdict – brain oncology. Deyderai silently looked at him, shook his head and burst into a frenzied unrestrained laughter, starting to bang his forehead against the wall. Parker stopped him and handcuffed him to the cot again. Despite the fact that the patient does not have cancer, he vomited several times and had to be cleaned up after him. Among other things, he was constantly shaking, he had a headache, he was laughing, crying, or doing both at the same time. Parker bedridden the patient several times because he was hysterical and tried to attack me, shouting curses. After several sleepless nights, Deyderai, sitting on the bed and pressing his knees to his stubbly chin, rocked back and forth. He did not eat at all, but drank a lot of water and took useless medications, which, according to Boden, were supposed to help him cope with the disease; he was constantly vomiting blood, suffering from dizziness and constant anxiety. It seemed to him that death was breathing down his back and there was no escape for him, but the flame of hope continued to burn in him.

Constant anxiety reduces the likelihood of recovery.

The patient's health has deteriorated. Impaired urination, blood impurities in feces, yellowing of the skin, rapid weight loss, poor tests and persistent pain in the head – in general, he had a full set of cancer patients, although initially, I remind you, he was not ill. Two months later, the patient was finally bedridden by an imaginary illness. He did not eat at all, did not drink, did not even take medicine – he gave up, tired of constant torment and pain. Despair completely engulfed him. After lying in a terrible fever for three days, he died. Boden was incredibly pleased with the result of his insane experiment and wrote in a notebook: "Patient №060148 died of illness".