Mercy

Patient #0030

Sometimes, I admit, patients are a bit scary. I hate thinking so but I can't help it.

Have you ever tried talking to someone and all they do is stare...? And I don't mean just an "I didn't get that could you repeat that" stare, ohh no. I mean a wide-eyed, never blinking, their-eyes-follow-your-every-move stare. It's unsettling.

Most of the nurses here are used to that by now. But me...not so much.

I know they can see me. I know they can hear me. Behind those frozen, wild eyes, their minds are buzzing with thoughts revolving around me. They are registering my face into some unknown file cabinet. I have no way of knowing what they think of me. That freaks me out.

He freaks me out.

His eyes are like ice, and he's always tense. Like at any moment he could lash out, and do something awful. His breaths are harsh, his fingers clutch at the handles of the chair across from me. I can't tell if he's mad, in pain, or about to combust. The air is heavy when he's around.

I try to talk with him but he does nothing but stare.

I can finally breathe when they take him away.

It kills me how weak I am.