“Somehow, I don’t think that’s it.” Dante, suddenly aware of the way his body enclosed the limited space, moved aside and maneuvered his way next to them. “You look sick.”
Felicia Allen is a 32 year old woman, who was initially brought into therapy after an attempt to steal a bus. Due to her reported “emotionally disturbed” nature, this consult became a priority. The police report states that Ms. Allen pulled out a knife, and threatened the driver after the driver declined her dollar bills. She then took control of the bus, and crashed it across the street. Upon our meeting, Ms. Allen was fidgety, and swayed back and forth all the while mumbling to herself. If she were questioned, she would look up and say “Sorry, sorry.” As far as patient history goes, Ms. Allen started hearing voices when she was 5 years old. These auditory hallucinations were mostly composed of critical, disparaging voices that made comments on her actions and behaviors. Her severe symptoms led her to be hospitalized fairly consistently since she was 11. Ever since she was young, she has been driven to please, and has a strong desire to be independent. Felicia has been prescribed clozapine for 1 calendar year, which helped her auditory hallucinations a great deal. Given the above symptoms and information, I have diagnosed Felicia Allen with schizophrenia.
There was nothing fearful on his face or his eyes though he struggled for air. Just excitment—purely scientific of course nothing base or human or so he told himself— to see some of the immortal's non human skills. But soon a lack of air went to his head and he struggle to get out of Laim's gasp. "Let.. Go.." he rasped, eyes no less intense as they narrowed to a glare, his face red and turning blue now. Being shaken did not help either, but when Laim let him go he gasp for air, rubbing his throat. No anger or fear still, just excitement.
"What are you saying?" asked Jingyan. He didn't know the area, but most mountains offered a variety of medical herbs. The human body could only lose a fifth of its blood before vital functions began to slow. "You're losing too much blood."
"What if it 's like an infection" Scott said as he stared to freak out little over it. "like, my body 's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?" I shrug as he looked at me then at Stiles.
"Um, there are a lot of people here, and some people are very sick. They might be dying if they don't get immediate attention, and those are the patients the doctors look at first."