Claims to be apothecary, Suspected Prostitute. HABITS OF LIFE:
Resides at an Inn of ill repute. RELIGIOUS PERSUASION:
N/A, Presumed Christian by Default. BROUGHT BY WHOM:
Police Officer Hendricks. FORM OF INSANITY:
Hysteria on basis of: Delusions Restlessness Mental Excitement Traces of nymphomania Anxiousness IF HEREDITARY:
N/A IF DANGEROUS TO OTHERS:
Unsure, proceed with caution. IF DANGEROUS TO SELF:
Most likely. IF DESTRUCTIVE TO PROPERTY: Yes. MARKS OF VIOLENCE: Bruising to inner thighs. Bruising to lower lower abdomen. Bruising around wrists. OTHER FACTS INDICATING INSANITY:
Claims to be an apothecary.
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Sam, Sam, Sam... It's not even a full name but it keeps spinning, spinning, spinning around in my head. Bouncing of my skull, making an awful racket. Where are my medicines? I know there are medicines! They smell sweet and herby, and I'd drink them down gladly. Now they're all bitter, burning my throat. They aren't mine, not the ones I remember. Are they why I'm so confused? These bitter and burning tonics? Are they clouding up my head, making that barely-a-name bounce around so? I want to go home.