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The patient was traumatized. He had seen something that, even when combined with his entire criminal history, would not amount to even fifty percent of it. He sat silently in front of Isha like a small child.
"You've been involved in fights and theft all your life. Just recently, you committed your first murder—and it was your mother, right?" Isha flipped the page of her notes and looked up at him with a quiet gaze.
"What drove you to it?"
The patient kept his head down. "At least she got a simple death," he murmured, shivering as a woman's sunken gaze surfaced in his mind. Her pale, deathly body appeared before him, her dead yet hauntingly alive eyes making him flinch. He looked up abruptly.
"Yes, I was the one who killed her. It was me," he said desperately.
Isha was taken aback. The man who had attended four hearings, repeatedly insisting that he hadn't killed his mother and was unconscious when it happened, was suddenly confessing.
"Please call the cops. It was my doing," he continued. "She only ever loved my little brother. They would always make fun of me. They looked at me with that sickly sweet gaze of theirs, but I know they had malicious thoughts about me."
Isha silently noted a few symptoms in her mind and nodded.
"Alright, then. I'll inform the cops, and you can explain everything to them."
She rang the bell, and two male nurses entered, taking the man away.
Once he was gone, she sighed and leaned back. Her mind was clouded with confusion. She had met him just yesterday, and he had been violent, shouting about how he was wronged and had done nothing.
The police would handle the investigation, but how could a single night change the man so much?
He has a delusional disorder... brief psychotic disorder, which is temporary.
She wrote it all down and moved on to her next patients.
Break arrived, and she took a juice bottle out of her bag. But just as she opened the cap, a wave of nausea hit her. She quickly closed it, took a deep breath, and put the bottle back.
She suddenly had no appetite. She lowered her head onto her desk, hoping a short rest would help. Maybe she was just tired from all the stress
After completing her work, she stepped out of the hospital. As usual, Rudransh's car was waiting outside. She ran a little and slipped into the door he had opened for her.
He stood by the door for a few seconds, watching her as if waiting for something, as if she had forgotten something. But there was nothing.
"I'm really hungry, Ansh. Let's eat something, please." She looked up at him, pouting slightly.
He shut the door and walked to his side, getting in wordlessly and driving off. The doctors nearby stood frozen in shock.
For the first time, he hadn't pecked her lips or hugged her.
Were they... okay?
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"Stop!"
Rudransh smoothly braked and turned to her.
"I want to eat golgappe."
She never called them pani puri, which sometimes confused vendors.
"Do you want me to bring them in, or do you want to eat outside?"
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