That One Patient

Okay, today could’ve gone a whole lot better than I hoped it would and I still sorta hurt all over. We had another incident today with my case subject, Apollo Glint, and another patient that arrived today from Trottingham, Steelwing. To start this off, I thought it would be a decent change of pace to observe Apollo’s daily routine myself for the sake of some hooves-on research. For the most part, the research went smoothly and Apollo was well behaved as he did his usual routine of drawing depictions and speaking Tambelonese. But, as I’ve grown to know, peace never lasts for very long.

As he got up to go use the bathroom, Apollo got into a verbal disagreement with Steelwing when he accidentally bumped into him. I hoped that the situation would resolve itself but the second the fight broke out, I knew it could only get worse from there. The savagery of the blows, that was much more than I’m used to seeing from him like he intended to kill Steelwing. Since I was on site, I felt that I could assist in separating both of them. However, that was where I made a big mistake, a gigantically stupid mistake.

The moment I put hooves on Apollo, he turned to me with a look on his face that spelled pure unbridled rage. He let go of Steelwingand proceeded to bash my head against the wall. After that, he kicked me between my hind legs and everywhere else after he forced me to the ground. That was when he started to strangle me all while screaming at me in Tambelonese before I managed to hit him with a sedative syringe. I walked away from that with some markings on my neck, bruises along my body, a slight concussion, lost a tooth, and a sore set of… nads. I can’t begin to tell you how much pain medication it took to dull all that away.

Since Apollo’s mind is subjected to being manipulated by Mr. Skull, I see this as an attempt to silence me before I can reach any break in the investigation. I know I already posited the idea of Mr. Skull being able to telepathically influencing others but this was the first direct attempt he took on my life. I have a feeling that this investigation might very well get me killed but I must press on and see this to the end. Going to work on translating what he said to me in Tambelonese with what little fluency I have in it.

But first, I hope this ice pack on my crotch numbs the pain away soon. Feels awkward.