D's Defence

I was planning on writing more about Lovecraft today but something happened at work that I thought would be prudent to write about. A resident at the home I work at, we'll call him "D" caused a commotion. I walked into a room with drinks for the residents' dinner when D walked in and demanded to know if I had anything to do with what just happened. I had no idea what he was talking about so I played it cool and told him I had been in the kitchen. D went into a rant about how angry he was at someone who he claimed had told D that he was a cop. Let's call this individual "J." Now, I know J very well and he is as mellow as a melon. D claimed that J had lied to him about being a cop. Now, D was a cop in his former life so he took "lying" very personally. D went into a rant about corrupt cops and how he used to be on the force and how he found people who were on the wrong side of the law. It soon occured to me that D had done something bad and he was trying to defend himself. His defence was a combination of delusions mixed with admissions of guilty actions and absolutions for said actions. D claimed he had let J get under his skin and as I listened for nearly twenty minutes I realized that I needed to play it safe or suffer his wrath. The other nurses and aids watched me as I let D rant and rave and it wasn't until the services showed up that I knew how bad the damages were. D had tried to choke J, possibly to death. The nurses and aids were not having that. They ordered a few men to come in and take him to the hospital ward for his and the other's safety. We have a special area for residents that don't have the right state of mind. Some of the aids' call it the "poisond ward" because the patients think we are trying to poison their food. It seems D will soon be a permanent member there. D was gently strapped to a medical restraining bed and wheeled out. I found J later and saw the bandages on his neck. I never seen J so scared before. I know J and I highly doubt that he said anything that could have angered D. The worst J has done is purposefully lost his remote for attention. D, on the other hand, has used his walking cane to hit people who anger him. He's threatened me before too. Two weeks ago he called me a bastard for not serving him food, even though he had already eaten. As D was being carted out, the aids got together and started gossiping about how "evil" D was for trying to strangle J. I don't know if it's true that a person's real personality comes out when they have dementia. I started this paragraph thinking I would defend D but after reflection, I'm not so sure any more. I still care for both of them but perhaps D would be better off in his own ward rather than one where he can do damage. 

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