Staring contest? I think not!

This takes place in a quiet Emergency Room Waiting Room, around 2 AM. As I walk back from getting my lunch, I see a lonely man in a wheelchair by the door. As I get near, I noticed him from somewhere: I had dealt with him weeks before, only that time, he was going nuts thinking everyone was the devil and I was sent to kill him. The second he recognizes me, his face changes, like a hurricane moving through New Orleans. I walk back to my office, and sure enough, still staring. This ordeal continues for the 23 minutes he’s waiting for a cab. The funny part? He falls out of his wheelchair after he hit that wall attempting to stare at me until I was out of sight.