This is what we really need [JENSOO]

Unjustified expectations and a gift of hope

-I know that you are all nervous, because this is your first serious practice.- A woman with graying hair was broadcasting, handing out sheets from a stack in her hands to a small group of young guys.- Nevertheless, you came here of your own free will, because you consider yourself already educated enough to cope with such work.

A girl with brown hair was staring at the floor, fingering her fingers in nervous anticipation until her favorite teacher reached her. It wasn't that she was too worried about the task they were supposed to be assigned, she was just terribly impatient to get down to it. And she also felt a burning interest. A classmate standing next to her patted her shoulder reassuringly, and the girl smiled at him. Finally, Ms. Choi put a piece of paper in her hands, and all the confidence of the brown-haired woman evaporated in an instant.

-Each of you is given one patient, you can see their basic data on the sheet. The rest, if desired, you can find out from their attending doctors.- The teacher continued to broadcast.- By the end of the month, you will need to choose the most appropriate treatment method for these people, whether it is medication or just behavioral therapy. The mark "excellent" will be given to those who will be able to improve the condition of their patient during this time. Well, today you can just get to know them. Well good luck.

-I got such an easy case, just neurasthenia.- The guy with the disheveled dark hair was happily broadcasting, and then he looked at his brown-haired classmate.- I don't even know why they put him here. What do you have there, Jennie? Jennie?!

-It's fucked up.- Kim drawled when Bang Chan's voice brought her out of her stupor, and he even shuddered when he heard the "right" girl swear.- I just finished my third year, and they think I can handle this?

The worried eyes of the brown-haired girl ran over the letters printed on a piece of paper for the umpteenth time, and the photo from which, as if trying to freeze anyone, cold eyes looked. Everything in this document sent shivers down Jennie's skin: "Name: Kim Jisoo. Age: 24 years old. Diagnosis: 23.08.2002 – narcissistic personality disorder; 18.07.2006 – narcissistic personality disorder with psychopathic habits; 08.04.2010 – psychopathy; 23.09.2014 – Asperger's syndrome; 12.06.2015 – autism". It was difficult for Kim to even say out loud all this horror, so she just handed the sheet to Chan.

-Holy shit.- Bang burst out fatefully when he read the information about his classmate's patient, but then he looked at her drooping face and realized that she needed support now, not even more pressure.- Listen, it's all kind of blurry, too frequent change of diagnoses. I think you need to talk to her doctor, and get to know her personally.

-Yes, I think you're right.- Jennie smiled with relief, hope really returned to her from Chan's words.- I'll go to her.

-You will succeed. Good luck!

Inspired by her classmate, Kim quickly found the room she needed, it wasn't difficult, because her number was listed in the patient information sheet. After hesitating at the door for about five minutes, Jennie finally decided to enter and froze on the threshold, closing the door behind her, because it seemed to her that she saw a child, and not a twenty-four-year-old girl. She was sitting in the lotus position on her bed and was drawing something with a purple pencil in the album in front of her. Her long black hair hung in disheveled waves from her shoulders, and Jennie took her for a child because her facial features were too cute, and her small thin body was dressed in a T-shirt a couple of sizes larger, which absolutely did not emphasize the figure.

-Hi, you're Kim Jisoo, right? My name is Kim Jennie. I am practicing here and in the next month I will help you ... to cope with the disease.

The brown-haired girl smiled and tried to speak in a calm friendly voice, she wanted to immediately win the patient over to herself, but all she was awarded was a short glance of cold eyes, after which Jisoo continued to draw as if there was no one else in the ward. Jennie took a deep breath, then walked over to Jisoo's bed and sat on the chair next to her in order to keep at least some contact.