Decalcomania

Pt3

  

I felt the urge to stroke his hair but ... "Miss!!" that voice interrupted me, the voice of the last person I wanted to see at the moment, Stephan, I took a step back from the door and innocently looked his way. His face was pale and I could notice the nervousness on his walk.

"what are you doing there?" he shattered,

"I was just checking on him!" I shrugged my shoulders and bit the inside of my lower lip,

"Nobody is ever allowed to check on that patient expect for Miss. Layla!" he raised his voice. I hissed a curse under my breath. That woman again, her name makes me sick, she should have taken care of her patient instead of throwing venom here and there.

"She needs to check on him as soon as possible, he ..." before I could finish my sentence, he interrupted, "Elyse! You are just a trainer, focus on your part and let the rest for us!"

"Your patient must be waiting for you!" he strictly said, I clinched my fists and headed to the room after I threw one last look at the door. I couldn't take his voice out of my head, the way he was desperately calling for his mother, like his life depends on it. He was afraid and I felt the need to help him. But I can never do that when Stephan and Layla are in the picture, I wonder, why would they be so strict about him! I stood in front of the room of my patient, the red haired woman, who is dealing with Depersonalization Disorder. The disorder is sometimes described as feeling like you are observing yourself from outside your body or like being in a . However, people with this disorder do not lose contact with reality, they realize that things are not as they appear. The person might feel like he or she is a robot or in a . In the report I have, my patient had been suffering for five years and none of the therapies is helping her condition. She had gone through series of abusive events and extreme violence. I opened the metal door and stepped inside the cold room, she was in the same position I saw her in before. lying on the bed and glaring at the ceiling. I stationed myself near her bed but she didn't seem to notice me at all, she was somewhere else, I could tell from the look on her eyes. "you are new here!" I lifted my head up a little, confused at what I just heard, my eyebrows crossed and my eyes shoot open. "don't be fooled by what you see, eyes can deceive you too!" she drawled, her ocean blue eyes found their way to mine. "save yourself before it is too late!" her eyes never leaving mine. I reeled back and looked again at the report, rereading the part where it was clearly said that 'the patient never uttered a word since they got her here!' I blinked few times before throwing a shocked look at her again, she chuckled a little and sat up "the ones before you had the same reaction!"

"it is said here that you have never uttered a word before!" I queried

"and do you believe a piece of paper written by humans?" she cackled, a smirk drawn on her face as she titled her head. "you look pretty innocent!"

"Uh, are you aware of your condition?" I questioned

"I'm crazy!" she laughed out, fixing her ruffled red hair that was tumbled like beached kelp after a storm. "at least this is what I know!"

"you are not crazy, you are just mentally unstable" I explained,

"and you are too innocent, what have you got yourself into?" she observed me and put her feet on the floor, standing unsteadily. "Do you remember your name?" I asked.