!Ykpfge10hU 01/06/11(Thu)00:49 No.13414708|
>Continued from >>13414703
The frogs harried Found down the hallway, past rooms unused and sealed. The two rooms on the end, however, were not. One, the sign reading “Dr. Eleanor Chiawski, Head Psychiatrist, CW3” had a large frog sticker in the corner, while the other “Dr. Link Wueller, Pharmacist, CW2” with what appeared to be torn paper and adhesive in its corner. By the looks of it more had been scrapped away in the past. Standing in from of the Head Psychiatrist’s door, whose border had been dotted with more amphibian stickers, Found knocked. Five minutes later, she found herself sitting across from a plumb woman, discussing the finer points of a pre-war novel.
“In the book Catch-22 is the rule that prohibits a solider, or in this case a pilot, from not being able to perform his duties due to being insane. A sane and rational man would ask to be removed from the horrors of war due to an illness they could “make up”, it’s only natural in a draft. In fact,” Eleanor chuckled, her chins jiggling, “only an insane pilot would want to fly the mission.”
“What it comes down to,” Eleanor cheerfully pushed the book back into Found’s hand as she tried to return it, “is that most people sent to P-Sec are simply those who wish to shirk work and warfare for a comfortable bed and psychotropes. After all, if any of them had serious mental conditions, psi-comm and TAs would be alerted and assist them. Only after that would they be send to our care, which I assure you, has not happened. We do, of course, have those who came on-ship with pre-existing conditions requiring medication, which may or not be valid, but Link usually sees after them.”