The Planet of Broadmoor: Why?

Waking Up.

Blinding. Clean. Too neat. His eyes open to a room, with a crystal clean roof. The walls were clean too... except for the red dots that splattered upwards from the floor, a giant amount of the red was near the floor and the bottom of the walls. He looked around, his cell? His room?, Then he looked more at the bed he was on, noticing there were no blood stains on the bed he had been sleeping? Placed maybe? on. As the stranger looked at the metallic table, the various types of medicines laying on there, he thought about escaping in case he was not in a hospital. The door, he tried to open it, locked. 'Darn it, why lock a door on a fellow Doctor anyways?' He thought to himself as flashbacks to his recent graduation not to many months ago.

 The door, was thick steel, with a single window blurring himself from seeing outside, though from what he could tell was blurred green and some distant lights. His phone was still in his left trousers pocket as he reached checking his pockets for anything he still had from before he got abducted? rescued? Those were questions when he was more aware of his situation. His looked at himself in the mirrored like walls, them being clean enough to see a reflection in the tiles.

His blue sea-sky eyes, pale/normal skin, mouse blond hair. He was still wearing his own tailored black trousers, red puma shoes, black long sleeved buttoned up top, Green tie, yellow lab-fur coat, four pockets each side, two inside, two on the outside of the coat. 'Still have most of my things, ID included. Only thing I'm missing is my medic kit and sowing tools.' he thought to himself. He stood up, his mind racing that he needed to get up and out, fight of need be for his live. He felt his body kicking into high alert as he thought this, hearing footsteps getting closer and closer the more he thought about it, though being here made him question his situation.

A single common question kept running through my head. "Why am I here?" He thought again to himself, a mixture of adrenaline and survival instincts rushing through his mind. His posture switching to an almost and defensive in his stance... A face walked to the door, blurred in the door... Click.... It opened to a Doctor, with a knife wound on their right, blood dripping behind them from the wound, however he couldn't tell what the Doctor looked like, and facial features. His

The Doctor, dragging the "corpse" of a woman, his age. Holding a knife in her left hand. The white long hair stood out against the red/normal hospital floor. No. Not red; Blood. As the word came to my head. He took the step back closer to the desk.

"You are alone. No escape. Your Family is dead. You are trapped here, Forever. Welcome to planet Broadmoor. Hospital planet for the mentally wrong"

A poster, just behind the Doctor listed as its caption. And as the Doc looked at Ghost he repeated this caption. A gun fell out of his pocket, the smell of gunpowder filled my nose. As he looked to his right, a draw was open. Pulling it open, revealed bullets to his eyes.

He knew from his experience as a medical Doctor in the army. That Ghost was in the part of the hospital that could with stand a lot of things, otherwise it was known as a defence room. You couldn't get in or out, at least not without the key. Knowing that the bullets matched the gun the Doctor had dropped, near his feet.

"Help Me." The woman cried, tears falling from her green eyes, onto her smooth skin. Her clothes looked like a typical person wanting not to show her face. Something about her seemed familiar. As she gently repeated the words, the Doc turned to leave, he wondered weather she was talking to him or the Doctor, He was never destined to find out if it was the Doctor, He picked up the gun before the Doctor did. Thier pace increased toward the door.

Looking away from Ghost outside the corridor, quickly got the bullets. Loaded. Took the safety off.

Bang! Bang!

The Doctor's face hit the floor, some of his brain cells scattered over the floor in the corridor. Dead. The fresh blood trickling slowly into the old prints of blood pools near the door. Ghost, being a Doctor himself quickly applied pressure to her two neck wounds on either side, luckily nothing too major damaged. He quickly grabbed the keys out of the lock. Kicked the legs of the Doctor that was still in the door way, out of the door way. Ghost, after picking the women up, gently carried the woman to the bed, he looked in the corridor. To his left, a window, dead end it was heavily raining outside. To the right.

Blinding. Clean. Too neat. Even as the Doctors blood dripped everywhere. The long, at least 20ft, corridor had various cross sections and doors. Ghost quickly closed the door, locked myself and the woman in the room. He applied bandages and gave her claiming words to help her relax. Her blood stained knife was now on the metallic table.

"Why are we here?" She asks, "surely..... You look.... Like you know what is happening here..?"

"Wish I did." Ghost

As he sat in the moveable, semi comfortable, 360 degrees turnable chair. He looked in the other draws of the metallic table. He soon found a modern torch in one of them. Put it in my upper right inside pocket, the gun in my bottom left outside pocket. I took all the bullets, only 35 left, plus the 6 in my gun, 41 in total.

"Blinding. Clean. Too neat." The woman tells in a course wisper.

As he looked at the light switch. There were 6 buttons on it. I gently tapped the normal one, the light dimmed down to normal. It was free of me having to press so hard on it. His thoughts casted back to the Doctor he killed. 'Well. He did shoot her, despite she stabbed him, but Ghost don't think that Doc was human, is it even a he? I don't know..." his mind ran through these thoughts but still produced one question, which I've been asking and she has asked me too.

"Why am I here?" He thought, saying it outlouad.

"I wish I knew." She started. "But most of those trapped here will never find the answer too it." She stopped as her neck was hurting her again, Ghost injected the drug, in date, that would cause her cells to heal faster, into her neck. He sat pondering to himself for the next few hours while she slept.