Note: The story idea that I took from the generator was 'Your story is about a doctor in a mental institution looking for coconuts.'
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“I've found it. I really found it. I've finally found it!” His words started off as mutterings, quickly becoming loud and excited shouts. As he dug through the cabinet, one of the nurses walked by, pausing to gape at the man before quickly hurrying off, waving for someone's attention. Items flew across the room as they were tossed out from the cabinet.
“Where are you, coconut? I know I've found you this time,” he said gleefully, ignoring the small group of doctors that cautiously slid into the room, avoiding the thrown objects as they tried to reach the man.
“Come on, we'll get you back to your room and get you some medicine,” one of the doctors suggested. The doctor reached a hand out to touch the patient, who whipped around and started nodding very eagerly.
“That can wait, I've found the coconut! It had me for awhile too...very elusive.” He paused on the last words before turning around and tossing a picture frame aside. The doctor stepped forward once more, grabbing the patient's shoulder and pulling him towards the door.
“We can bring you the... coconut after we take you to your room,” he promised. The patient shrugged, suddenly losing interest as he walked alongside the doctor.
“Fine. The coconut wasn't there anyways. But the rum was. Didn't the pirate say he wanted smuggled rum? From Karamja, right? I bet it was from Karamja.” The man said, nodding once more as he thought back to the Runescape quest he had accepted, sometime before his head injury. “You know, I can find my own way back to my office. I am a doctor here, after all,” the insane man said with a burst of excitement, referring once more to his past.
He faintly heard one of the nurses behind him as she murmured. “I'm sure. We'll come with you anyway.” Following the doctors down the halls, they eventually guided him back to his room, giving him a dose of medication before leaving. Shifting in his bed, he stared at the ceiling.
“I'll find those apples tomorrow.”
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