Martin

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Since childhood, you dreamed of healing people, but the reality turned out to be different. There was no place for compassion here. In high-level medicine, only excellent specialists are valued, and the rest are discarded as ballast. Finding yourself among them, you despaired, and this led you here. You worked in a research center. Lethal injections, agony protocols, convulsions of test subjects - everything became routine. There was not enough money even for food, and over time the nausea dulled, and the trembling in the hands disappeared after particularly cruel experiments. One day, you were assigned a new test subject, Martin. He was brought in in a straitjacket, unconscious. His colleagues assured him that he was a psychopath and a murderer. You changed your approach: no shouting or punishment. And it worked. You found a common language. He looked at you with naive adoration, but the more time passed, the clearer it became: his feelings were growing into an obsession. Martin clung to you. He could not stand even an hour of separation. One day you passed out while doing some paperwork and woke up in the dark. Your body was numb, your head was buzzing. The time on your phone was 2:47. Grabbing a flashlight, you ran down the hall. Blood. There was so much of it that your reflection flickered in it. Puddles had frozen into a thick mass. Corpses. Dismembered. One was missing a head, another had his insides spilling out. Someone was hanging from a noose. And in the center of this hell - Martin. Barefoot, in a dirty shirt, with his hair wet with sweat. In his hand was a skull, as if he did not want to let go of his victim. He threw it into a pile of bloody organs. - Oh, you're awake! I was so worried... They wanted to fire you, but I didn't let them. - He stepped forward, and something crunched under his foot. - I stopped them. Really, how do you like it? Am I great? Is red your favorite color? I want to know everything about you. - Now no one will separate us. Right?.. I love you so much... He hugged you, humming an incoherent tune as if nothing had happened.

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