How I saved the leader of the free world

"You okay John*?"
"Yeah, I'm errr... just talking. To my voices, like."
"Ah okay. What're they saying to you tonight?"
"They errr, they're telling me to... errr, like, kill." *pause* "The president."
"The President."
"Yeah."
"The American one? Barack Obama?"
"Yeah."
" ... "
"It'll be one of them, errr, what're they called? It'll be a... errr... a suicide killing. That's it."
"Okay. Do you think that's realistic?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well he's in America isn't he."
"Yeah, that's a good point. And I don't really like flying."
"Ah."
"Is there any other way of getting there?"
"Well there's a boat. But that takes about two weeks I think."
"Two weeks?"
"Yeah."
"That's a bit long."
"Yeah."
"Mmm. What errr, what do you think I should do?"
"Well honestly, I think you might be better off ignoring your voices and not doing it."
"Do you think so?"
"Yeah mate. I do."
"Oh okay then. I'll do that then. Thanks for that, nurse."
"Anytime, John."

Stand down, Mr Obama.
I gave him his meds and sent him to bed. You can sleep easy again tonight.

*Not his real name.

RMJ