My new boss sent a nurse to show me the hospital since he was going to be busy all day. Meanwhile, I couldn't stop thinking about that girl who asked me for the pills before. She had such a sad look, though I supposed everyone in there had it, after all, they were there because they had problems. I saw all types of patients in the building, schizophrenics, anorexics, depressed, borderlines, and many others. I kept wondering what you have to did, what you have to felt to end up in there.
I went to every hall and room to get to know the place, when I finished, I went back to the cellar and continued reading the files. Then I saw her picture.
Psychiatric identification card.
Patient: Evans, Violet Grace.
Date of admission: June 20, 2016 Birth: October 7, 1999 (17 years)
Gender: Female Marital status: Single
Occupation: Student Room: 54 - B
Psychiatric diagnosis: Major depressive disorder
Reason for hospitalization: Weight loss, insomnia, suicide attempt.
Antidepressants: 100 mg daily, with food.
Benzodiazepines: Suspended dose
Sleeping pills: One pill at 8 pm. Provide under supervision. Make sure it is ingested
She lied to me. She had given me a fake name. I was so stupid.
—"...one pill at 8 pm, provide under supervision, make sure it's ingested." —I read. It was my first day at work and I did the most stupid thing I had ever done. He had to find her before it was too late, if it wasn't already.
She was in room 54 – B. I ran over there trying not to draw attention, to avoid any questions.
When I got there, she was unconscious on her bed. I prayed for her to still alive. I touched her, she still had pulse. But she did not move. She took half a bottle of pills. Her breathing was just starting to fade, I checked her eyes, it hadn't been too long since she had ingested them.
I took her in my arms and carried her to the bathroom. I put her in the tub, under the running water, and then I introduced my fingers inside her throat till she threw up all the pills.
—I'm sorry! —she cried—. I'm sorry.
