Cal hesitated for a moment. Should he tell? He'd never had an opportunity like this before, but still... what would it really help? He feared most doctors now, and this one in particular - vindictiveness was never a good trait in a person, particularly a would-be healer of the sick. Cal took a deep breath and shook his head. "I would tell you if I could," he said evenly, "but I get enough hassle already just living my life without having irate doctors pounding down my door and insisting I should be shipped off to the psych ward again. I'm sorry." Cal made a mental note to try to See what would happen in that doctor's future later, then though about Aiden's second question.
"Generally, I was targeted more than the others." He said truthfully. "I was a bit of a difficult case to handle. Most schizophrenia patients experience delusions that make them a danger to themselves and others, but I was..." he corrected himself, "am the other way around. My... delusions, as they called them, operated on a different level than they were used to. I suppose that they couldn't stand my capacity to affect their lives." Cal spoke carefully, dancing around the truth. He almost wanted to talk about how his "delusions" had an uncanny way of coming true and how he'd helped the staff corral would-be escapees and alerted doctors to suicidal patients, but he wasn't sure that such things would be looked on kindly by Aiden's readers. After all, they'd gotten him in far too much trouble before; it was best not to risk it.