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[thisisherson]

[See Kurt Hummel. See Kurt Hummel looking incredibly unimpressed. Or trying to, anyway.]

An asylum. Really? Are we running through all medical facilities in events now? Should I expect to be in a veterinary clinic next week? This is seriously ridiculous, even for Wonderland

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[dashboardlite]

He's on a mission.

It's a good one, too: look out for the patients. Target what's wrong, fix it whatever way he can, using whatever means he can. He's cut and dried in his methods, but the monotony of professionalism is, at the very least, subdued beneath a charming exterior.

He has the overwhelming need to save everyone he possibly can. After all, he's a doctor. Therefore, when a distressed message crackles over his communications device, Dean Winchester answers the call.

"Are you all right?"

Dean inquires, probing the young man for information. He seems upset.

[thisisherson]

[Oh my! He's spent enough time subtly flirting over the last few weeks to recognize that voice! ♥]

Dean? Is that you?

[...Oh, right. Maybe he should actually answer the question. He sounds instantly relieved to be talking to someone he knows though.]

I'm fine. I'm not hurt or anything. ...This event is just extremely unsettling so far.

[dashboardlite]

The kid seems familiar. Perhaps he's seen him in the files? Kurt...Kurt something. He must be suffering from some form of dementia, with this talk of events. Maybe they ought to chat things out. Being the charismatic person he is, Dean nods.

"Yes, it's me. And I'm pleased that you're not hurt; the hospital wing could take care of you if that were the case, though. What's this event you're talking about?"

He flashes a winning smile. Smiles disarmed others, particularly genuine ones.

[thisisherson]

[Kurt's smile actually sort of falls at that. What? Dean doesn't know it's an event? How can he not know? Something isn't right about that at all.]

...You know. The event. The mansion turned into this tacky institution?

[It comes out as more of a question than an explanation, because Kurt is looking desperately for some kind of recognition from Dean. Please? Anything? DEAN?]

You weren't here when it became a hospital the first time, but you're really better off for it, Dean. It was horrible.

[dashboardlite]

"'Course it did."

He nods along, playing into the young man's explanation. An event? It sounded as though Kurt had been watching far too many television programs in the sitting room during recreational hours.

"And this was already a hospital," He states gently, the smile still present on his face. At the very least, he looks like he means well. "Not completely up-to-par but still good. How've you been feeling lately?"

The doctor rummages through his folders for a moment, locating one with Kurt's name on it.

[thisisherson]

[Oh god, not Dean too. There has to be someone else here that remembers Wonderland. For the time being though, he has no idea what to even say to Dean. He's already had the fight over whether it is or isn't actually a hospital, and it feels kind of useless to even try.]

...Fine. And it's still tacky..

[How talkative of him.]

[dashboardlite]

Dean's made it his job to be good at reading people, and he's gotten skilled enough to tell that something is wrong just by the tone of Kurt's voice, rather than his face - he has yet to look up from the papers on his desk. The young man sounds disappointed.

"Kurt Hummel, Kurt Hummel..." He flips through another folder before shooting the camera a smile. Ah, yes. Here it was. Kurt Hummel's records and documentation.

No one could ever keep credit from Dean for trying with the people he constantly worked around. He had to have the patience of a saint.

"No arguments with the decor, buddy," Dean laughed, raising an eyebrow at his sheets. He'd been assigned as the primary physician for Kurt Hummel. It was strange, though...he couldn't remember taking all these notes that were written in his own hand.

Hm.

"You wanna do lunch?" Doctor Winchester had the tendency to bond well with his patients.

[thisisherson]

[Kurt watches while Dean looks through his folder, and his stomach turns when he realizes that he actually has documentation on him. Of course, Wonderland has done some strange things before. It isn't entirely impossible that it would falsify documents.

Oh god, he sounds like some kind of conspiracy theorist, and he knows it. He knows it's true though, and that he was in Wonderland and that this is just another stupid event. It's just Wonderland trying to screw with his head.]

...I suppose so. [He's not sure what would be worse for him at the moment - being around people who think he's gone insane, or being alone to stare at the wall until the situation becomes less worrisome. ...You know, three days from now.] I'm not hungry though.

[dashboardlite]

Aha, there it was.

Tendency to refuse offers of food. Becomes irritable when the matter is pressed. Not anorexic; not suffering from an eating disorder. Obsesses over health food. No other stress disorders noted, save for the possibility of mild OCD. Topics of conversation he enjoys: anything to do with fashion, Broadway musicals, some doctor show. Note to self, look up popular doctor shows.

When the Hell did he write these notes? They made sense, but...well. They were his notes. And for some reason, he actually knew the lyrics to Think of Me from The Phantom of the Opera. In fact, they were stuck in his head right now. He couldn't remember ever listening to anything like that.

Dean snapped the folder shut, glancing back up with another charming smile.

"That's fine," He shrugged. "I'll bring my lunch over to your room, and if you want anything, you can have it. That okay?" Putting emphasis on personal pronouns made it seem less obtrusive if he wanted to bring any extra, in the event that Kurt might actually eat. He

[thisisherson]

[Kurt's eyes follow Dean's motions with the folder. He can't help but wonder what's in there, what "symptoms" he supposedly has. Knowing would make dealing with this event much easier, but he doubts he would be allowed to see it.

He wants to be more annoyed. He really does. But that smile! Dean's clearly cheating somehow, by being so charming.]

...That's fine. I wouldn't mind the company.

[He doubts he'll be eating any of Dean's lunch though, if any of his previous suggestions of bacon cheeseburgers or pie or pizza are anything to go by. Besides, his hunger tends to disappear when he's under a lot of stress. You know, like being regarded as a patient in a mental hospital.]

[dashboardlite]

"Great!"

Dean beams. He always feels accomplished when one of the more grudging patients accepts his offer of company. It's not often that anyone refuses, actually, but he likes to think that he can help others in small ways when it's necessary.

"I should be there in less than ten minutes." One of the orderlies would let him through with the key. It wasn't recreational hour, so everyone was on lock-down unless they had specific appointments. With a little enthusiastic wave, Dean switches off the communicator, gathers his lunch - it was homemade soup and a ham and cheese sandwich - and folders, and traipses down to the first floor from his office.

The orderly lets him in, and he settles his things on the table before looking up at Kurt, offering a sympathetic expression. "So really. How ya doin'? Something's bothering you." The doctor seats himself on one of the chairs and unscrews his bottle of water, taking a sip.

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[thisisherson]

[Kurt just sees Dean come in, because he's not actually locked in - since he's a free roam patient he's mostly just moping and feeling sorry for himself at the moment. He's curled up on his bed when Dean gets there, knees pulled up to his chest.

He looks right at Dean though, analyzing him for any hint that he might remember him as something more than a patient. It's definitely him, at least physically. There's no mistaking that. But he's...different, and it makes Kurt uncomfortable.]

Anyone would be bothered by having to stay here.

[Question has been carefully evaded! Kurt eyes his lunch though. He's still not hungry, but he's mildly impressed that it's not a cheeseburger wrapped in bacon and then deep fried or something.]

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[dashboardlite]

He nods agreeably, knowing full well how upsetting it must be to stay in a place like this. "I know," He states, sounding almost apologetic. "The paint job is an affront to my eyes. It's like living in Hospital Hell."

...why does saying that make it sound so untrue to him?

Dean shakes off the feeling and unwraps his sandwich, taking a bite. "So whatcha been up to lately?" He asks around a mouthful of food, swallowing and taking another drink of water. "I know you don't socialize with the other patients as much. I don't blame ya, to be honest. Everyone's nuts here." Dean waves one fingers in a circle to the side of his head, rolling his eyes.

"Myself included, of course."

Kurt, however, seems remarkably lucid despite this whole "Wonderland" delusion he's been diagnosed with. Dean tries another hopeful smile, "Is there anything you want to talk about? Friends? Pop culture? Romantic crushes?" He waggles his eyebrows.

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[thisisherson]

[Kurt raises an eyebrow at references to living in Hospital Hell and to everyone being insane. HOW COMFORTING.]

Well, it does put a new spin on "We're all mad here", I suppose.

[...and he realizes kind of belatedly that referencing Alice in Wonderland probably isn't a good idea, so he gives an awkward little chuckle to cover it up.

Oh Dean. You and your eyebrow-waggling. It's charming, and he's still extremely good-looking, but Kurt doesn't really want to share.] ...No, not particularly.

[He pauses. There is something he wants to ask. It sounds kind of strange though, especially if he's supposedly been committed for some time.]

Is my father a patient in this hospital? Burt Hummel?

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[dashboardlite]

The doctor looks at his patient curiously for a moment, finding it interesting that Kurt is so quiet. He seems like a thoroughly talkative person in general. Dean supposes that he could broach the subject of something more familiar, but it's difficult when the young man acts so dismissive.

"Your father?" Dean leans over his folders, taking another bite of his sandwich and flipping through the pages. Oh, yeah. His dad was here as well, suffering from the same 'delusions'. "...yes," He states warily, quirking an eyebrow. "I thought you would've known that already, but," He shrugs. Whatever. "He's fine."

Pulling the manilla envelopes closer and squinting at them, he hums the pipe organ theme from Phantom of the Opera, setting his sandwich aside. This was harder than he thought it'd be.

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[thisisherson]

[INSTANT SIGH OF RELIEF. He doesn't even care how crazy the question came off. His dad is here and he's not a crazy doctor. It's seriously the best news he's heard all day.]

Good. ...Good. Sorry. I...just wanted to make sure? [It sounds kind of weak and insincere, but seriously - there aren't many ways to explain that question away.]

[Wait. He recognizes that tune.]

...Phantom? Why do you know Phantom of the Opera? [He doesn't mean to sound condescending or suspicious, but...seriously, it's DEAN. There is something really really wrong with that.]