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Patrick’s POV

Patient 223

I saw him before he was wheeled away, my heart aches more, I miss him and I need him now more than ever. I wish I could see him, just to hold him, the last conversation we had was when I refused to talk to him some days after the words in the notes started having its effect on me, and I held his hand and told him I love him." A tear rolled down my cheek. That cabin needs to be burnt down. I’ve lost track of how long we’ve been brought here.

I’m mostly quiet and usually depressed, my hands are tied together, I remember the first week I got here, I’d use my nails to inflict pain on myself, I’d scratch my skin until it starts bleeding or I hit my head on the wall, it’s an act I repeat so on most times, a nurse always comes to sedate me. I remember every detail of the cabin but I’m too scared to talk, If the notes could make us have disorders then definitely we could die if we say the truth or say what we know. I don’t know what to think anymore. I’d sit it out until this nurse takes me back to my ward.

He was on his way to his ward when he caught glimpse of the nurse holding an already half passed out Ruth. 

"Poor Ruth" she didn't listen to her boyfriend and how she's facing the consequences, always screaming "I can't feel my face" she looked more stressed out than she had been since they got here.

Patient 229 was Ruth's number. He overheard the nurses when they were gossiping one time in the cafeteria, that Ruth is suffering from the Depersonalization disorder. He shrugged his shoulders and for some minutes, the pain was evident on his face. He swallowed a lump that formed in his throat and his countenance change. Patrick started to whimper and hold his chest tightly.