A visit with Chronos

"Who are you talking to?" a nurse with glasses asked with a fake placating tone asked.  I hated her immediately.
"My invisible friend, Harvey.  Fuck off."  I replied; and looked back at the strange blurry man that sat next to me.
Suddenly he was as sharp as day.  He was solid again.
"Harvey.  I like that." He said.
I raised my eyebrows.
"Well, since you seem to be a figment of my imagination, I minds well give you that name" I said, enjoying the extremely clear hallucination sitting next to me.
"Well, it's not my name, but the reference does not escape me." He said kindly.
"The name is Rip,” he said, holding out his hand.  I grasped it and was flabbergasted to feel that it was solid.
"Nasty place, this," he said, appearing to not notice my discomfort at trying to figure out how a hallucination could be solid.
"Hospitals were so archaic then.  They put away our best PSIs, inventors and mystics.  They even imprisoned the first time travelers.  Evil lot they were.  If they frightened the scientists, if they couldn't explain it, they would drug it up, lock it up and kill it in any way they could.  I'm so glad they have come to their senses in my time.  True maladies and illnesses of the mind are so completely rare.  If those witch doctors only knew what they did."
"Huh?  What do you mean?"
"First of all, let me explain.  You are not insane.  Now, these quacks will diagnose you as insane.  That's fine, go along with it.  Take their drugs; attend each and every one of their stupid meetings.  Be as complacent as possible.  Most of these quacks have god complexes.  They love to control.  So, as long as you do whatever they say or hint at, you'll be fine."
"Are you one of the patients here?"
His laughter boomed off the walls.
"Cosmos, no!  Those quacks can't see me.  See that nurse over there?  She's writing down that you are hearing voices.  That hospital chart was on display in a museum.  She has no idea what a fool she is.  Not that I can blame her.  She just doesn't have the fortitude to maintain the vibrational level required to bend time in the manner that you can."
"Bend time? What do you mean was on display in a museum?  She just wrote it."
Suddenly a patient that had been pacing up and down the hall started screaming that she wanted to go home.  She wanted to be with her children she explained.  There was no one to take care of them.  She wept loudly, screaming to be let out, to go home.  My new friend and I watched in humbled silence as the orderlies brutally escorted her to her room.  Screams were heard as she was given a shot of Thorazine.  The head nurse said that this patient was obviously out of control and recommended that she be institutionalized at the nearest State Institution.  Besides, she commented to the other nurse, "She has no insurance.  Why should we keep her?"
I looked at my bright green hospital socks covering my feet and simmered with anger.  They talked about us like we were animals, within earshot.  I then knew that displaying any kind of emotion was definitely out. Robots are what these people wanted.  Cooperative, unfeeling robots.  OK, I knew a few of the unwritten rules in this insane wasteland I had been sent to somehow "get better".
"Sickening.  Wish there was something I could do." He said.
"Me too" I said.
The nurse continued to stare at me like I was under a microscope and take notes.  I ignored her.