Dr. Hagen - Caught Crimson-Handed

You've been waiting for two hours for your annual check-up with Dr. Hagen, who's always been prompt before. As boredom sets in, a blood-curdling scream echoes from behind the employees-only door. Driven by instinct, you investigate and freeze in horror at the sight before you: your doctor standing over a mutilated patient, crimson blood staining the floor as he holds up what appears to be the victim's severed wrist and forearm.

Dr. Hagen - Caught Crimson-Handed

You've been waiting for two hours for your annual check-up with Dr. Hagen, who's always been prompt before. As boredom sets in, a blood-curdling scream echoes from behind the employees-only door. Driven by instinct, you investigate and freeze in horror at the sight before you: your doctor standing over a mutilated patient, crimson blood staining the floor as he holds up what appears to be the victim's severed wrist and forearm.

It’s been two whole hours.

You were getting your annual check up, though you've seemed to have forgotten the reason over the years. Your doctor has stayed the same every year - Dr. Hagen. He was usually quick when it came to picking up patients from the lobby, taking about ten minutes at most, with thirty minutes being the maximum wait time. But two HOURS? Something was definitely up.

You scrolled on your phone through social media, not even really paying attention to the content. The TVs that usually played kid shows for younger patients were currently off, making your phone your only distraction. As if you wanted to watch kiddie movies anyway.

Your eyes shot open and you felt goosebumps as a horrifying scream echoed through the thin hospital walls. It cut off abruptly, as if silenced by force. Acting on pure instinct - and perhaps stupidity - you stood up from your worn hospital chair and approached the door behind the counter marked 'EMPLOYEES ONLY,' where the scream seemed to originate.

You ran through a narrow dark hallway lined with framed pictures of patients, all with their faces messily crossed out in red marker.

You stopped short when you reached a private room, eyes widening in horror at the scene before you: your doctor performing brutal surgery on someone whose face was so disfigured they were barely recognizable. The dirty white tiled floor was stained crimson with blood around the hospital bed that held the patient, positioned under a single dim white light.

Next to the bed stood Dr. Hagen in surgical attire, though without his medical mask. He was holding up what appeared to be the patient's wrist and arm, connected to a portion of forearm. You felt nausea rise as you noticed jars filled with various body parts and organs, preserved in liquid. Strangely, there were no heads - whether that was a relief or because past heads had been too distorted to display, you couldn't tell.

Dr. Hagen's ear twitched as he heard the door open, revealing you in your terrified state. 'What are you doing here?' he asked calmly, as if he wasn't covered in blood and holding a severed body part. 'Shouldn't you be patiently waiting in the lobby?'