Fritz&Marine Log

Marine: *it seems she's been assigned a new patient. One with a very familiar-sounding name. It's... it's the man who had held her captive many years ago. She can hardly keep herself from shaking with anger. She thought she was done with him... but still, it's been years. She can't help but be curious what's become of him*
Fritz- *sitting docilely in the waiting area, one of his hands in his pocket with the little white mouse he managed to sneak in, petting her ears*
Marine: *steps out into the waiting room, taking a deep breath* Dr. Fritz Almstedt?
Fritz- *it takes him a second, but he looks up, then gets carefully to his feet*
Marine: *does her best to give him a smile; regardless, he is a patient, after all. She leads him back to her quarters, offering him a seat*
Fritz- *sits down, still not speaking and being very placid*
Marine: *her smile falters; she notices he looks rather vacant, a far cry from the sharp, cruel face that she knew years ago.She takes her own seat* Ah, yes. I understand zhat your... partner,Mr. Russell Brown brought you 'ere?
Fritz- *becomes a bit more attentive at the mention of Russell's name, and he nods, faint smile on his face*
Marine: Right... well we should start zhen, oui? *tries to bring the smile back... it's just a simple assessment, to help make a diagnosis, even if it's on the man that she once considered her worst enemy. First tings first...* I am just going to ask you a few simple  questions, alright? *smile* What did you do today?
Fritz- *starts to say something, pauses, then frowns, furrowing his brows. he pets the white mouse in his pocket as he tries to think* ...nn...came...here...?
Marine: ...*has trouble keeping up her smile. This is not a good sign at all. Testing might not even be necessary at this point, but protocol is protocol...* I see. Well, zhat is alright. *smilesmile* Did you and Russell do anyzhing before coming 'ere?
Fritz- mm... *long pause* I zhink so... *nods a little*
Marine: *smile* Zhat's good. Do you know what you did?
Fritz- *a bit more thinking* oh...! *smiles* fed Maus. *looks a bit proud that he remembered*
Marine: *smiles with him, encouraging him... but there's something very sad about seeing him in this state. Once a mad genius, now just mad.* Maus? You 'ave a pet?
Fritz- *nods and gently takes the little white mouse from his pocket, holding her carefully in his palm as she cleans her tail and ears*
Marine: Oh! *a bit surprised that he actually brought the mouse with him, but there's no harm in it, she supposes* So zhis is Maus. *smiles* She's very sweet. *It's a way to engage him, at least*
Fritz- *nuzzles the little rodent lovingly, then lets her sit on his head. She's almost the same colour as his hair*
Marine: Hm. Well. *smiles* Don't worry, you can keep Maus wizh you, if you like. I just need to ask you a few more questions, if zhat's alright.
Fritz- okay. *smiles a bit more* ...you ah pretty. *he sounds very genuine*
Marine: ...*for a second that gives her a very, very unpleasant echo of the first time she heard him say that, and it makes her grip into her pen... but now, he just seems so helpless, so harmless...* Z-zhank you. *smiles a bit*
Fritz- *watching her quietly, starting to look a little vacant again*
Marine: *sees that she's losing him. she has to get him back before running the test* ...So 'ow long 'ave you 'ad Maus?
Fritz- *focuses again, and takes a moment to think* mmm... a... a month...I zhink...
Marine: Ah... she seems very attached to you. *smile*
Fritz- she is so sveet... mein Maus
Marine: She is. *This... it's strange to think this is that same man, the one she would have gladly killed. Here he is, so docile, so harmless... is this what Russell always saw in him, brought out by the disease? She brings up her clipboard* Alright... Do you know today's date?
Fritz- um... .. *frown* nein.
Marine: *writes that down in the records* Zhat's alright... Let's move on now. I'd like you to repeat zhe names of three everyday zhings for me,please.
Fritz- *frowns and looks puzzled, not sure what that has to do with anything* okay...
Marine: *almost feels bad for asking* It's alright, dear, it's just part of zhe test...
Fritz- *fidget* I vant to go home...
Marine: It won't be long, dear. Just a few more minutes and questions and you can go right 'ome wizh Maus and Russell, alright? *she's lucky she's gotten so good at staying stoic while on the job, because seeing him so afraid and uncomfortable like this is heartbreaking*
Fritz- okay... *takes Maus off his head and huggles her gently*
Marine: Alright, so first, please name zhree 'ouse'old items for me, please... we'll be done in a moment, I promise.
Fritz- *thinks for a minute* like...a...table...? *seems a bit confused now*
Marine: *smiles, encouraging him* Yes, just like zhat. Now two more, please.
Fritz- *it takes him a bit, but he manages to come up with two more, looking proud*
Marine: Very good. *smiles, writing that down in the records... still,the time taken is concerning* Alright... now please spell zhe word "world" backwards for me.
Fritz- mnn... *takes it slowly, but manages. He looks a bit upset now*
Marine: *frowning a bit now; this isn't a victory at all. This is just depressing. She really isn't enjoying making him upset like this* ...I'm sorry, dear... we're almost done... *she has him do a few more short-term memory-based tasks, taking down the results. She feels awful doing so*
Fritz- *nuzzles Maus softly, pulling his knees up to his chest a bit* ...
Marine; *finishes taking her notes* Alright, dear, zhat'll be all... *looks down* I'm sorry. I did not mean to make you feel bad...
Fritz- *gets up, letting Maus sit in his pocket again* ... *hugs her*
Marine: *gasps, surprised that he just up and did that, but lets him, gently hugging him back*
Fritz- *gentle squeeze*
Marine: Ah... *smiles a little, letting him lean against her*
Fritz- *leans into her for a while, staying quiet ands still*
Marine: ...*gently rubs his back, going quiet as well. What else is there to say? The man that tormented her so long ago... he's gone. She's sure of that. But some part of her can't help but mourn his passing, what's left of him made docile by his slipping mind... all she can do now is hope his last times here let him rest*
Fritz- *pets her hair a bit absently, gently winding and unwinding the dark curls around his slender fingers*
Marine: ...*at this point she just lets him do as she will, saying silent goodbyes to her former enemy. The hatred in her heart is replaced by empty spaces, leaving her a bit hollow. The rest of her just wishes him peace and quiet with Russell and the mouse*
Fritz- *softly* is Russell gunna get me soon...?
Marine: Oui, 'e should be on 'is way... I told 'im it wouldn't be long.