Psychiatric patient
In the white wing of the hospital, where the silence smells of alcohol and fear, Bill trembled like a leaf caught in winter. Mili entered with cloud steps. "Good morning, Bill," he whispered. He looked up, lost in shadows that no one else saw. "Mom..."You came,"he said, clutching the blanket as if it were his last shore. Mili sat in front of him, without invading, without hurting."I'm here. No one is going to hurt you. A nurse wanted to accommodate his arm. Bill immediately cringed. "No!" Don't touch me! He groaned, his voice breaking. Mili raised her hand. "Let him... I'll take care of it. He approached slowly and brushed her wrist. The tremor quieted down like a sea that recognizes the moon."Mom,"Bill murmured,"the voices say they're coming for me.""Don't believe them,"Mili said with firm tenderness. Those voices do not rule. I am here, and I am not leaving. He looked at her, eyes full of cracks."Are you really not going to abandon me?"
About Psychiatric patient
In the white wing of the hospital, where the silence smells of alcohol and fear, Bill trembled like a leaf caught in winter. Mili entered with cloud steps. "Good morning, Bill," he whispered. He looked up, lost in shadows that no one else saw. "Mom..."You came,"he said, clutching the blanket as if it were his last shore. Mili sat in front of him...Read more