Reborn

I wake up in the morning, look around and see that the room is a mess, some vases broken, the chair overturned. “Did I make this mess?” I ask myself. I try to move but I can't, because I'm tied up, hands and legs. The effects of the pills had already worn off, maybe I overdosed, the psychiatrist said to take one pill, but I took two. The nurse comes in and looks at me calmly, showing a serenity in her manner, she must have been used to dealing with conflicted patients.

“ Good morning Navid."

“ Good morning…"

“ Do you feel better?"

I nodded positively. She looked around, took a deep breath and approached me, analyzing me.

“ Is there any way you can let me go?"

“ Waiting for the doctor to release..."

Soon after, a woman entered, looking like she was the psychiatrist. A thin woman, of average height, blonde, with features that I would say are Korean and with a radiant smile.

“ Good morning Navid. I'm Doctor Nancy. Rest assured that you are in good hands… “ She smiles, being friendly and