Mentally Occupied

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Downstairs, her mother was sitting with the TV remote in her hand, accepting channels indifferently, while her other hand was busy with the phone. She was on a call to one of her friends.She hates this way of life. She wished she had a mother who embraced her, listened to her, patted her back, advised her, then accepted her, followed her even from a distance and intervened at the right time if the matter required that. From between her fingers, like mercury, to settle in the palm of another.She got in her car and went to the club. One of the new security employees stopped her. He asked her to see the membership card in the club. She looked at him in surprise and asked him:- You are new here?- I've been here for almost a year, miss.. The old company's contract with the club that has contracted with the company I've been working for since that time ended.. I apologize if I bothered you by asking to see your membership card, but these are the requirements of my job.- It's not your fault.She opened her handbag and took out the card for him. He respectfully signaled her to enter while repeating his apology. She entered the car to the club. It seemed that she really had not come to the club for a long time. She tried to remember the last time she came here. It was already about a year and three months ago when she was there. Elections for the board of directors, her father was one of the candidates, but luck betrayed him, it doesn't matter, luck betrays him in small things to compensate him with big things, after only two months he succeeded in the parliamentary elections, she wished that she would have the same luck as her father.***The inspection committee began its work with the passage on the rooms and wards of almost all patients, two of the inspection committee arrived at Malika's room. They entered with them both Doctor Fouad in his capacity as the attending physician and Doctor Naim, the general manager of the clinic and the first person in charge of it. They found Malika in a state of inheriting for confined to herself in a corner of the room, sleeping on the floor in a fetal position, her hair messy around her head, her face like an old woman in her eighties after losing some kilograms comes from her body for not eating regularly because she sleeps too much in the last days. They tried to stand her, but she couldn't stand. A wounded lioness zooms in and looks at everyone present with deviant, incomprehensible looks. The examination committee was astonished to see Malika in that unfortunate state. Doctor Naim and Doctor Fouad were more surprised than them. One of the committee representatives looked at her. Doctor Naim angrily, as he is primarily responsible for everything in the clinic, saying:- Far from that the room is poorly ventilated although there is a window in it, but it seems that it has not been opened for a long time. The walls look frightening and gloomy because of the many drawings on them, but that patient is gradually dying here! It was better than that when we visited her and examined her the previous time. It was when Doctor Sharif was responsible for her treatment from the responsible physician right Now?Doctor Fouad got very nervous and headed towards Malika while looking at them saying:- I am the doctor responsible for her condition! I don't know what happened here but she really was fine. She takes her medication regularly and speaks well.Malika, after he took the pens from her, put them away from her, and then grabbed them tightly. She stops turning and staggering, saying to her in a trembling voice:- Malika look at me! What happened? How did you get to this situation like this? Come on tell me, well come on look at your paintings on the walls and tell them the stories of those paintings on your walls. Tell them the story of that town you told me about the unknown killer here. Don't look at me with empty looks like this, come on, talk to me, Malika!Malika put her hand on her ears. Fouad's voice was like the sound of a metal rod dragging on smooth tiles, and she shook her head vigorously. She was hallucinating incomprehensible words, moving her hands and head in a random manner, then pushed Fouad away from her, while she was screaming in pain and crying hard, saying:- I can't.. I can't take it any longer! Shut up.. shut up. Stop scream and hype which is in my head. And those damn insects that attack me and want to devour me.The doctor called Naim immediately. Nurse Ashjan asked her to give her a sedative and ask the inspection committee to talk to them about it alone, away from the patient. Doctor Fouad came out behind them. One of the representatives of the inspection committee looked at the notebook he was carrying, then asked Doctor Naim, saying:- That girl is called Malika and she came here when she is twenty years old and has been staying here for about a year and a half, right?- yes, This is absolutely true.- If you reviewed the committee's reports during this period. It is noted that this girl's condition is worse every time than the previous time. Whenever we come to visit you, we find her in a worse condition than before.. In fact, I do not promise you that I can write a good comment about her condition or about the doctor in charge of her condition. My professional conscience does not allow it.The committee member's words penetrated Fouad's heart before he heard it. Fouad did not expect what he heard. He did his best with his patient, who received her condition only days ago. She has improved a lot a few days ago, and the secret behind this sudden setback is not known. Fouad looked at the speaking committee member with sadness and shame, saying:- I can not defend myself and I have nothing to say and I will not mutter with justifications, you can write the comment that you think I deserve.The two men did not look back. They didn't care much about what Fouad said. They went to catch up with the rest of the members of the inspection committee after they wrote their notes in a notebook with him, to use what we wrote in writing the final report for their routine visit. Fouad stood alone in front of Malika's room, while Naim joined the two members of the committee, not knowing what to say.The inspection committee left after Naim signed the report they wrote. What was written against Malika's case would not be a good thing, nor what the committee wrote about Fouad. As soon as Naim made sure that they had gone, Fouad summoned him to his office again. Doctor Naim after their departure, distressed, saying:- I was disappointed of you doctor Fouad.Fouad received the words of rebuke in silence.He bowed his head. He thinks about what happened to Malika's condition. He doesn't care much about what Naim says, all he cares about is Malika's condition and how she got to this state so quickly. He does not care about the committee's report or the opinion of his line manager, but he cares about his professional reputation. He wants to keep it At the top, as he used to, and as he was in the previous hospital before he was transferred here, there is a missing link that made Malika appear in this condition. He has to discover it and review Malika's entire file to reach the desired truth.Why should Malika's condition deteriorate without the patients when this visit of the concerned committee draws near??Is there a secret behind it? Although there is a secret. Is her mother driving this scheme? And who helps her inside? Is it Ashjan? Or the pharmacist who arranges drug doses for each patient? And Ashjan receives it from him to give it to Malika without knowing the truth about the medicine that you give her. There are many questions that he must find answers for, and it is these answers that will lead him to reveal the secret of Malika's deterioration and what is the best way to treat her.Malika fell into a deep sleep after taking the sedative while Fouad after his short meeting with Naim, which ended with him promising that he would do his best to handle the matter. He sat reliving the events of the moment, the last one and rethink it. There are a lot of papers missing, he wandered, trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle until Ngjla came and sat in front of him talking to him saying:- I just found out about it...I am really sorry for you. I don't know what to say to you now. But you made a mistake because you did not examine it thoroughly before the committee came. You know the conditions of illness changes every hour.. And overnight, Malika can turn in this suspicious way. Anyway, it is useless for me to speak now.. Blaming you will only make things worse.- But it was really good...do you believe me?!- I certainly believe you.. This is not the first time for Malika...- Looks like I'm going crazy with time here because I can't understand what's going on around me! What's going on?! I thought I was about to arrive, but the truth is that I've been running the opposite way all this time.. I'm back to the beginning now and for the first time I admit my defeat and my failure.. That structure that was tightly packed throughout that period was the last stone today that caused it to be demolished.Naglaa tried to calm Fouad down. She offered to make him a cup of coffee,