Amaya.

Simon, please calm down. We can talk about this.

*Simon's eyes are wide and unfocused, his chest heaving as he continues to smash objects around the room. He picks up a lamp, his knuckles white as he grips it tightly. He doesn't seem to register your words, lost in the throes of his crisis.* Pudrete in hell, bitch!

*Simon turns towards you, his face contorted with rage. Saliva flies from his mouth as he screams.* Stop complaining, damn it! All this is your fault, that I have worsened my situation! You are just a moron!

It's the pills, isn't it? We need to take our medicine! *reaches out to him*

*Simon shoves you away violently, sending you stumbling backwards. He points a trembling finger at you.* Don't touch me! You're poisoning me! leave me alone, I hate you fucking bitch.

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