At Ease//Eruri//

//Chapter Seven//

Staying with the patient, he could find himself drifting into this light sleep. He didn't know why, nor could he ever think of the reasoning for it, but something clicked when the patient laid in his own arms. It was as though this was.. Normal... yes... there it is. Normal, as in this has happened continuously and has become the norm, the root of the word being norm. He kept his head leaned against the wall, feeling the patients faint breaths against his own chest. They seemed faint, short and quite small, but the mask seemed to be holding much of his oxygen. The jacket seemed no help, feeling as though he was being constricted as he looked to the restraints on the patient before his own lap. He couldn't even think of the next day. Would they even care? Would they even come down? Would he get fired? He could only assume that indeed he would be fired, even if he did find this way to tame the untamable beast. In a way, he could feel bad for the man before himself. Many patients never seem to grow normally, healthy, rather in a setting that keeps them locked in. They aren't allowed to move on, mentally, sometimes even physically, but the point of the matter was he could tell that this patient, in particular, was just misunderstood. Call himself crazy, he knows he is but, he also knows a thing or two about his field and from experience. The patient going back to such a child state, this was signs of improper maturing.

Did he honestly think he would be able to help him? He truly doesn't think so. He has a feeling that the next morning to come, they will be caught, the patient will kill himself, and this will be his end. He had a feeling he would always die at his job, but who knows? Who truly knows how we will die? Some believe in their Gods and all, but is that all true? He doesn't go against beliefs, nor does he oppose them rudely, but what was true and what was simply hope? It was all hope after all, hoping to make it to a desired place where you can see the deceased of your past.

He felt as though he was babbling on, he needs to stop. Often in class people loved his conversations, he would get rather tired quite quickly and feel defeated. The more he could fathom these thoughts, the more everything felt distant. Was this sleep? Was this what death felt like? Did he not even realize what the hell had happened to himself? Staying in this rather unfamiliar state, he was awoken by this bright light hitting his face. Furrowing his eyebrows heavily, he could only wrap his arms around himself a little more, groaning a little as he awoke this sleep. Was this sleep? He kept on asking himself that over and over again, before realizing something. His eyes had widened, his arms unwrapping themselves around the patient as he looked out the window. Small and quite dirty, he could only assume it was dawn. For the first time in years, he had found a restful sleep, something his body has been seeming to need for centuries at this point. He had forgotten the feeling of such a warming and welcoming feeling that seemed completely lost in his head. So wrapped up in thought, he could assume he found sleep when thinking heavily.

Unknowing of how he could get out of this situation, the patient still on himself and even shaking a little from the lost contact of his removed arms, he decided to move his arms again, holding him until he seemed to stop and go back to sleep. This man, he could now see the bags under his eyes. He was just as tired as he himself was, if not more. At this point, it was clear that he wasn't leaving this room until someone was to come down, but it was also clear that the patient wouldn't move away from himself, even if he himself was to rip the patient off of himself.

As he thought about the limited options he had in front of himself, he could feel the patient move a little more in his own lap. At first, he thought the reaper himself was finally coming to take his soul, his life on a very thin line as he held the world's deadliest beast but as he continued, he suddenly felt the patients nuzzle against his own neck. Staying as still as he could possibly hold his own being, he was nestled so closely to himself, he knew at this point there was no escape. Unable to hold a steady breath, he was taken aback when the patient began to fall. Caching him a little as his hand supported the man's head, he could now see just how small this patient truly was.