He puts down his magazine, goes into his room and then walks out naked. Dude walks up to me, stands about an inch away and looks down at me. I mean way down, as I’m only 5’3.

He tells me he’s leaving

I asked if he would like some shoes or a gown. He says no, he’s leaving and I better step aside

So I did. You better believe I stepped the f@#k aside and let him walk out.

I followed him at a safe distance through the psych ward (where everyone basically pinned themselves against the wall to get away) and out into the parking lot while on the call with the cops. I can’t leave the grounds so once he was off hospital property, I could only inform the police to which way he was running..which was down into a heavily populated downtown core.

Not even 15 min later, he comes back and walks back into the lobby of the ward and asks for me. He wants shoes after all. Not a robe, but shoes. So I bring him shoes to prevent him from getting violent and off he goes again as I repeat the process, following him to the edge of the grounds and calling the cops

Cops bring him back and put him into his secure room. However, once he is in there, they are not allowed to restrain past a certain point. So the whole security team assembles, which is me and about 5 men. They decide I’m to hold a leg as I’m small and legs are easier to restrain. So we go into the room in a triangle formation with me as the last to enter. He must have missed when I came in the door, because he started screaming that I was a shapeshifter and freaking out. (2/3)