A Man Who Was Daredevil by Roy Radian

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"How fortunate of me, two of my arch enemy conveniently appeared before me."
He pushed the button on his stick; it retracted and became his weapon. He saw an opening when Kingpin murmured something to Bullseye. He pressed his stick to the wall and dragged it out, leaving a blackened path in its trail, and struck Kingpin. Kingpin's hands deflected the stick, grabbed his body, and squeezed him hard. As he struggled to breathe he felt something pointed sticking into his flesh. Then there was darkness.

Ask anyone about medical residency, the answer would be same, it's tough. It was understatement, especially in Combined Neurology or Psychiatry Program, and somehow you earned the bad grace of your superior. It was hellish and pure chaos and right now Brandon was in the middle of it.
His daily routine was the same, checking patients from one room to another, nodding to everything Dr. Holbrook said and answered all his questions, anything to get him out of this Psychiatric Ward sooner.
He was hoping for a mundane day, a long lecture from Dr. Holbrook at best, but his hope was shattered as the sprinkler system detected a fire and waters poured down. Soon chaos followed, peoples running and screaming in the hallway, several agitated patients pounding their head to the walls, while the nurses frantically tried to calm everyone down. He grabbed one of the running nurses.
"What's happened?" Brandon asked.
"Patient room thirty one, he woke up and showing symptoms. The wife pulled a lighter and the patient gone mad, struggled with his wife and the bed caught a fire." The young nurse said. She looked calm, like this was an everyday occurrence.
"Where is the patient now?"
"The wife said he was running, out to the corridor, with her umbrella."
"What? Who allowed such thing to be brought..."
"Well, Brandon," interjected Dr. Holbrook. "Apparently we have a patient to hunt."
We? "The plan is simple, you subdue the wild patient, and I'll inject him with the morphine." Dr. Holbrook chuckled. He clearly relishing the opportunity to have some fun plus tormenting Brandon in the process.
Brandon groaned and forced himself to follow Dr. Holbrook. They met the running away patient in corridor six. Bloodshot eyes, clothes clamped wet to the skin, and an umbrella in the right hand. He smiled at them.
"You must be Kingpin then," he said in Brandon direction. "How fortunate of me, two of my arch enemy conveniently appeared before me."
"Dr. Holbrook," Brandon whispered. "This is not a good idea. He looked dangerous."
His plead cut short as the patient clicked the umbrella's button and the umbrella opened with a whoosh sound. He pressed the umbrella to the wall and charging toward Brandon, screaming all the way.
Brandon felt his legs wobbled weakly. Who wouldn't be scared shitless against this lunatic raving madman? He covered his head with his left hand as the umbrella struck down. Maybe it was Lady Luck finally showing herself to him, or purely a coincidental, but because the umbrella was opened, the impact speed reduced and the blow to his hand stung just a little bit.
He gathered his courage and hugged the madman tightly. The patient struggled frenetically, but he kept his hand locked, then he felt the resistance gave away. The patient's body limped down to the floor.
"That was neat," Dr. Holbrook applauded. "The morphine will make him sleep for the rest of the day. Let's just hope he woke up normally."
"What's wrong with him, Doctor?"
"Delusional Disorder, a Grandiose Type. But it was advanced, so we had to hospitalize him. Nothing extraordinary." Dr. Holbrook shrugged.
"Did he just imagine himself as The Daredevil?"
"Yes, I think so. The vigilante. Oh, but you should see him yesterday, painting the walls in his rooms like Da Vinci." Dr. Holbrook said. "I wonder what he would be tomorrow." He muttered to himself as he walked away.
Brandon sagged to the floor, his world just getting weirder every day.