Bethlem Hospital was not what Margaret had in mind when she
said she wanted to help people. If it were, she doubted it would
have been nicknamed 'Bedlam', or that it would have been so
completely wretched.
In her hand was a file devoted in its entirety to one man. She
stared at it with confused eyes, trying and failing to make out
the name.
She wished that just once the doctors could write clearly. Her
eyes found the thick metal door, beside which was his room
number. She supposed if she was going to ask anyone what his
name was, it might as well be him.
Knowing it made no difference, Margaret still knocked anyway
before opening the door. The room was small and cramped,
with papers strewn about over the floor. While it was cold, the
chill was not what made her shiver.
❝Hello Mister Mordrake. My name is Margaret. I was asked to see how you've been adjusting. Are you well? ❞