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Hank sits in his office, typing at the keyboard of his laptop as he watches the Infirmary through the window.

The morning has been a quiet one and he has been working hard on the various projects that he has lined up.

He made a trip back to Earth for several days, managing to catch up and get ahead of himself there so he wouldn't have to go back for several more days.

Now he was there, working hard again and visible for any who needed him.

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"Evening Hank."

Abs comes in and begins looking around the bookshelves for something.

Hank blinks and nods.

"Hello, Abs. What's up?"

"I'm just seeing if the psychiatric team have left anything useful in here. I fear I may have to step out of my nice cosy little corner of mental health into the unknown, unless of course you happen to have seen Dr Venkman or Dr Crowe in these parts."

He runs his fingers along the spines of the books with the sort of worried expression that might be worn by a first term medical student who has just been told to perform a triple heart bypass.

"I havent seen them recently. They are usually around in the evening or at night. Got a new patient?"

"Not as such." Abs sighs. "More like a long term one who has somewhat rapidly deteriorated."

He looks up at Hank. "Guppy's father committed suicide yesterday. He's in a terrible state. Gorlim and I have been taking turns looking after him but he's showing no signs of improvement as of yet. I know it takes time, but I'm getting worried about his level of dehydration."

Hank closes his eyes and sighs.

"Damn. You are doing the right thing. Have you tired leaving a note for the Doctors?"

Abs nods. "First thing I did after we found him. That was almost twenty four hours ago and I've heard nothing so far. I can't see any way of forcing him to drink so I'm trying to get him out of shock. So far neither Amanda, Gorlim or Aeryn have managed to get him coherent to my knowledge."

He picks out one of the books and begins to scan through it.

"Hank, given that his level of activity is low, but he has lost blood, sweat and tears, how long can he last without taking on fluids?"

"Less than three days, normally. If needs be, and he becomes completely uncommunicative, we can institute IV drips and give him saline and liquids internally. But... if he refuses treatment, there is nothing we can do."

He sighs.

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"Yes there is." Abs replies firmly. "I don't want to do it, but I won't let him die. Guppy is far from in a sound mind at the moment. I would say that should the need arise there is enough for him to be sectioned under the Mental Health act, which would allow forced treatment. If it doesn't stand here, it certainly stands in Holby, and I will drag him back by force if I have to."

"However." he says, snapping the book shut. "I don't think we'll need to do that. Because Guppy knows he's having mental health problems and he is absolutely terrified of being sectioned. It would be brutal, but I'm more or less certain the very mention of the Mental Health act would be enough to snap him into logical thought."

Hank nods, his syes wary.

"Do what you feel is right."

He nods to the bar.

"I am sure that the doctors will respond to your note soon."

Abs shakes his head. "Man I hope so. If I have to drag him back to Holby like this his career is more or less over."

He sits down on the sofa, looking tired.

"Sorry Hank. You're busy and I shouldn't be interrupting you like this."

"Interrupting is always fine. My door, as it is, is always open. And, Abs, be very sure of what you do before you do it. It is a doctor's duty to not just treat a patient's body, but to consider the patients heart and mind as well."

His gaze says plainly that Abs's judgement in this are has been wrong before.

"I know, and I'm not a doctor even if everyone thinks I am. I'm out of my depth and I'm not afraid to admit it. But if it's the choice of him dying or me having to do something unpleasant then..."

He looks at Hank. "What do you think I should do?"

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It looks like one of the patients has been busy: drawings on paper cover her bed and some of the area around it. Mostly the circle-triangle symbol, but a few appear to be portraits of people.

She sits, holding a crayon, focussed on a blank sheet of paper.

Making sure to make a little noise so as to not startle her, Hank approaches.

"Hello, Alessa."

She looks up at him.

"Are you okay?"

He smiles slightly.

"What have you been drawing?"

She gives the questions serious thought.

"can't make it stop," she answers, "keep them away... I don't want to hurt people."

She indicates the plethora of symbols.

"The symbols help stop the bad things? And I know you dont. You are a good person. I hope to help you, to stop the bad things."

She nods, then starts on the next picture- an angular sigil.

"seal of metatron. angels to protect and banish."

He smiles at her.

"Sounds like you are a protector, too, making these to protect people. I am proud of you, Alessa."

She shakes her head. "it's the angels. I just call them here."

"Every action helps, Alessa. You are trying to help. Can oyu tell em anything to help get rid of the monsters?"

He smiles softly at her,w anting to help her, and make her world a little less scary.

She thinks this over, drawing the symbol out carefully.

"to cleanse the world, prepare the way for god. many gods and angels. it's god's power. but god isn't born yet."