Marcy

"Mr. Dobson. It's time for you medication."

"What?"

"MR. DOBSON... MEDICATION?"

"Oh... Marcy it's you!"

"Can you stand up for me? Hold on to this railing. UP YOU GO!"

"Oh Marcy, I don't like it here. Can I go home now?"

"That's the way Mr. Dobson. Let's get you over to this chair."

"Listen Marcy... I'm so cold. When we leave here we should go for a drive, with the windows down. Where did I put those keys?"

"Here Mr. Dobson. I want you to put these in your mouth and take a nice sip of water. Don't worry about your keys. They're in a safe place."

"Marcy... that smile of yours, it sure is beautiful. As beautiful as the day we met ... Let me just hold your hand a little longer Marcy."

"That's the way Mr. Dobson... now take a little sip. Good job Mr. Dobson."

"Can you bring me that blanket? I'm so cold. You know I love you Marcy. I couldn't live without you Marcy and don't you dare go dying before me darl'in."

"Is there anything else I can get for you? Would you like to be moved over to the TV room?

"......"

"Mr Dobson? It's ok. Here let me get you a tissue."

"YOU'RE NOT MARCY! WHERE'S MARCY? ... WHERE THE FUCK IS MARCY? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?"

"Mr. Dobson.... Calm Down. Let go!"

"IF YOU HURT HER..."

"CODE WHITE ROOM 7A CODE WHITE ROOM 7A"

"Mr. Dobson, Listen. I'm sorry but your wife passed away, over a year ago."

"No! She was just here. I WANT TO LEAVE! Where's Macy? DON'T TOUCH ME!"

"Hold him down!"

"It's going to be OK - Restraints!"

"HELP! HELP ME! THEY'RE HURTING ME! MAAARCY!

"This medication will help you feel better Mr. Dobson. Just a little prick... here we go... all done."

"...."

"Let's get you back in bed."

"On Three.. 1, 2, 3. Good job everybody!"

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