First Course: Isolation

Second Course: The Rabbit

It's been a few days since the patient entered. So far, he managed to get the patient's name. "Rabbit," the patient had said. The patient was a quiet one. It took him a long time to lure the patient to talk. Now he knew his name. Rabbit. Funny little name he had thought.

They were now both playing Go Fish. He was winning and he waits patiently as the Rabbit debates which card should the Rabbit asked from him. He was patient. The Rabbit was smart and knew how to outwit him. Sure, this was a simple game, but sometimes the simplest games could end up tricky.

"Why are you here?" he asked, not being able to stand the silence echoing anymore. He had finally found a friend. A friend is the hardest thing to find in this wrecked lonely areas. He had had become fond of this Rabbit. Sure, the Rabbit did not look anything at all like the actual animal and he wonder vaguely why would anyone name thier child 'Rabbit.' Of course, the Rabbit could have lied about it's name.

"My mum thought I was crazy," Rabbit said sighing as it place it's card down and rubbing the bridge of it's nose. Playing this game of Go Fish could be particularly difficult, especially when you are playing with him.

He snorted. What an answer. They all gave the same answers everytime he asked a new patient. He wondered whether it was some kind of plot planned by the doctors and his heart stabbed grimly in remembrance of the little trick the cruel nurses played. It was cold and heartless. His sympathy always went to all those who had suffered. Those who were shut in the isolation cell for a few days. Some a week.

The Rabbit studied him as he drifted off to another planet. It knew that this man was special. There was something about him that connected the Rabbit and him. It was feeling the Rabbit never felt before. So strange, so unusual, yet not entirely uncomfortable. He was curious about this man and it finally decided to ask, "How about you, why are you here?"

He jerked his head towards the Rabbit. The question came as a surprise and assuming that the Rabbit felt the same way he felt towards it, his heart immdiately soften. It was as though the wall he had taken months to build around his heart was suddenly cracked open.

There was something about this patient, something he could trust, something comforting that had seeped into him like never ever before. Sure, he had relationships in the past, but they all deemed him as crazy, every single one of them, once they knew the truth. They had left him, some in the alleys, some battered and torn, others in a tragic state he knew would haunt him till the day he died.

"Some people beat me," he whispered knowing that some of the other patients would hear him. He never let anyone know why he was in here, but somehow, he knew he could trust the Rabbit.

"They thought I was insane when I told them little stuff."

"What stuff?"

"Stuff. Stuff incredibly true but people fail to believe for they do not want to believe."

For once, there was an awkward silence.

"One day my friend. One day I'll tell you about this stuff..." he said.

The Rabbit knew better not to push further. So he picked his cards up in his hand and asked for an Ace of Spades.