How about "You're out of control!" with anyone of your choosing???
“You’re out of control, Doc!” Chase gasped as he skidded around another corner. Behind him, he could hear the ever so patient footsteps of the doctor following him. The self-assured steadiness terrified him, as Schneep followed his panicked flight.
‘Not out of control, Brody. Never out of control. Merely enlightened.’
‘Newsflash, Schneep- going back to the 19th century ain’t enlightened! Whatever he told you, you know it’s wrong! Why are you doing this?!’ Schneep merely tutted when he heard the crack in his voice as Chase fled through the hospital while he tried to talk sense into him.
He was fine. He’d merely been shown how horribly inefficient and expensive modern medicine was. How broken his brother was. It was all right, though. He could heal him, make him better. He was one of the best- no, he was the best doctor around. It wouldn’t be long before he could show Chase he didn’t need to worry. He quietly replaced the pick in his hand with a syringe; it was better for both of them that he eased the fear plaguing his patient.
Chase turned yet another corner and as he slid into a room to recover and hide for a moment, he realized he was back in a nearly identical room to where he’d started. The dim lighting did little to obscure the dried blood that had been only partially washed off from the table, and Chase felt his stomach flip uneasily. He’d been evading Schneeplestein for ages but never actually gotten anywhere. Surely there was an exit somewhere…?
He heard Schneeplestein’s footsteps approaching and quickly glanced around. There wasn’t anything left laying around as a weapon; Schneep had to plan for the eventuality of an escaped patient, after all. There was another doorway, though, and he quickly ducked through it to get into the hall.
The unexpected obstacle in the form of Dr. Schneeplestein stood in front of him, however. Chase reeled back and choked out ‘What the fuck?’
He wasn’t quick enough, though, as Schneeplesein soothed ‘Do not be afraid,’ before he plunged the needle in his hand into Chase’s neck, supporting the vlogger as he went down.
‘Do not be afraid, Brody. You will be alright. We will fix you.’
