A scream echoed through the corridor, and a nurse ran towards the direction of the sound. He was up again, jumping, shouting, celebrating and this time it took four of them to hold him down. He tried to get up again, but he had been sedated by a nurse and all the strength left him, tired and in silence.
"Everyday," said Nurse Isia, "at this time, he celebrates. Sometimes it feels like he's watching something, with his eyes open... like a movie."
"It's just part of the job, Isia. We gotta take care of him, not fix him. Thats the doctor's job and if he hasn't figured it out, how could we?" said an eldery nurse, Roz, calmly. "It's only your first month here, you'll get used to it."
But Isia couldn't help but wonder, what had lead to the devastation of this young, green eyed man. It looked like he was extremely handsome when he was healthy, but now, unshaved and tired looking, he seemed much older than he was.
Often he spoke quite normally, asking for tea and biscuits but there were times during the day where he lost himself in another life, but he wouldn't talk about it. He would cheer, cry, scream in agony but wouldn't string a sentance together on these occasions.
She knew he was famous, and the centre she worked at had a lot of famous people, so nobody really make a big deal out of it but Isia felt different with this man. She didn't see him as crazy, even though he quite clearly acted it.
What was it about him that made her so curious?
"Everyday," said Nurse Isia, "at this time, he celebrates. Sometimes it feels like he's watching something, with his eyes open... like a movie."
"It's just part of the job, Isia. We gotta take care of him, not fix him. Thats the doctor's job and if he hasn't figured it out, how could we?" said an eldery nurse, Roz, calmly. "It's only your first month here, you'll get used to it."
But Isia couldn't help but wonder, what had lead to the devastation of this young, green eyed man. It looked like he was extremely handsome when he was healthy, but now, unshaved and tired looking, he seemed much older than he was.
Often he spoke quite normally, asking for tea and biscuits but there were times during the day where he lost himself in another life, but he wouldn't talk about it. He would cheer, cry, scream in agony but wouldn't string a sentance together on these occasions.
She knew he was famous, and the centre she worked at had a lot of famous people, so nobody really make a big deal out of it but Isia felt different with this man. She didn't see him as crazy, even though he quite clearly acted it.
What was it about him that made her so curious?
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