AVAOver the next few hours, my mind reeled. Harder than it'd ever done before. I scratched my nails against the door, kicking, screaming for someone to stop them before they left. No one responded. To all of them, I was probably just another mentally unstable patient.The nurse in the room tried convincing me to get back to my bed. I didn't respond. After many fruitless attempts, she later called for help via the red button on the wall. “W-what did you just do?” I stuttered.She stared at me with a mix of fear and pity. The help button attached to her uniform gleamed red. She pressed it. Her lips pulled open and before she could make up some seismic lie to calm my flaring nerves, the door slammed open.The doctor, an aged man with grey stricken hair, hauled in, his eyes flashing with fear, confusion and disinterest. “I'm on my god-damned break, Cara. This better be worth it.”He snapped at the nurse. She ran over to the other side. “It's the client.” She pointed at me before leaning
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