It took us about 30 minutes of restraining him before he was medicated enough to calm down

Fast forward maybe two years later. I’m no longer security or live in the town, but I went for a metal show. I joked to friends that I was worried someone I had dealt with in the hospital might recognize me and have bad memories.

Lo and behold, there is MMA fighter taking shots at the bar. Now I know that he shouldn’t be drinking with his meds but hey, it’s been two years and I don’t know anything about his current health status so whatever. I still tried to avoid him in case he remembered my shape shifting.

At one point our lines to the bar coincided, and I ended up standing next to him. He looked up at me, looked down and then looked back up and stared. Hard. I could tell he recognized me but I could also tell that he was trying to figure out from where. The entire night I could see him lingering around me, staring with this befuddled expression on his face

I was a tad scared (3/3)