THE SANITARIUM HUMANITARIAN
Dr. Francis Mandrake licked his fingers clean after a very satisfying meal. His dinner guest for the evening didn’t have much to say because he had no tongue. He also had only one cheek, a skeletal left arm from the elbow down to the wrist, no big toes and only a right buttock, but he seemed to be in good spirits. Dr. Mandrake had graciously supplied his guest, Jamie Nardell, with a generous dosage of Novacaine followed up with a continuous flow of Nitrous Oxide to keep the smile on his half face. The delirious fellow couldn’t stop giggling at his fleshless forearm, tightly bound with a tourniquet above the elbow, while the whole time, the good doctor cooked and dined on his body parts.
Mr. Nardell had been admitted to Billingswood Sanatorium one month previously for habitual self-harm. The man was a masochist who suffered with schizophrenia and manic depression. Dr. Mandrake had been seeing him for daily rehabilitation sessions with very poor results. The man was a lost cause, the doctor determined, so after much intensive therapy and numerous episodes of minor mutilations whilst left unattended, Dr. Mandrake had him confined to the ‘safe room’ where he could monitor him personally.
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