In which
When someone has a high IQ and is capable of things that others have been learning for years, the government views them as a m...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐊𝐘 ; 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐃-𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀. It was cold, the heating had not yet begun to function effectively, and the patients spent considerably more time in the relaxing room, where the only source of heat was a massive fireplace in the center of the room. At times like these, I felt sorry for the patients who were forced to endure the cold, but Chad Camerons was working hard to start the heating season early. If the city permits it. The mayor of the city always seemed he did not care about this institution, despite the fact that he was "proud" on all the news that it was owned by the city and that such a place locked up potentially dangerous people forever. What he did not realize was that he could demonstrate those statements by his actions.
Mr. John sat at the window, gazing out at the depressing sky; the window itself looked out on the pine forest and the filthy lagoon, which had increased due to the heavy rains. I took a blanket from the blanket basket and draped it around him to keep him warm as he went about his business. He panicked when the blanket touched his body - he was not there and did not know where he was. "It is me, Miss Van Doren," I say before he panics much more. "It is cold by the window, you forgot your blanket," I tell him, despite the fact that he appears uninterested in what I have to say. These last few days have been quite stressful for him; he received an unexpected visit from his granddaughter, and as a result of the stress, he was put on heavy medicine.
In such circumstances, I realized why visits were tightly forbidden, if not impossible. He was in no condition to read a narrative or a book. He appeared to be present only physically, while mentally he faded into oblivion - the sickness had possessed him. I waited next to John for a few more moments till I noticed two colleagues arrive with metal cups and a large pot of tea.
"No reactions?" Cassie inquired, noticing my concern on my expression. "If he does not get out of that world of his, they will start treating him like a lost case - and only then will there be no way out for him," I tell her bitterly. I consider it my worst trait to become emotionally connected to particular people, like I am to Mr. John.
We handed out cups of tea to everyone of the patients and employees, and even those who do not exhibit their feelings were smiling. I was approaching forcefully towards a tall man who was sitting at a table in the corner of the room, silently looking at the table where the cards were. I drew a white plastic chair across from him and moved a cup of tea closer to him.
