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Chap 8: [WHOSE SKY IS THIS?] - Doctor (1)
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2022-08-12 01:17:42I once had a very scary dream, like a movie, about a world with shape-shifting creatures, mingling with the people around us. I don't remember the details, only the last scene, in the night, when humanity somehow lured all those creatures into an old school and set fire to destruction. I was finally forced to choose the younger brother out of two identical children and then hugged him and ran back to the assembly point. After that life gradually returned to normal, the family was happy and warm, but I will forever remember the child left in the sea of fire, his last look and tear, forever wondering whether the choice is correct.
Waking up to realize, I never had a brother.- Helia, you should look at this file. A man in white with a handsome face, but unfortunately wearing a serious look beyond his age, put a file on my desk. I opened it up, it was a very thin girl.
- Is it your patient? What happen?- Are you familiar?- No, what's wrong?- Take a closer look.- Not really familiar. – I am not very satisfied, but I still look carefully and answer.- Luong Thanh Dang, PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder), after a traffic accident she did not recognize her family, and kept looking for a person named Tung Bach, a person no one knew. She went to a lot of places that according to "memory" is where he used to stay, work, eat, buy things, also find a lot of things. There are a lot of things she describes that don't match reality, but there are also things that do, the strange thing is that she seems to know a lot of people even though they've never met neither her nor the person she's looking for. After searching in vain, she started trying to commit suicide, her family even had to tie her hands and feet and put a towel in her mouth, later on getting better, then appointing someone to watch two four out of seven. That's what I heard from their family about the time she woke up from an accident last year. And since three months ago, when I was invited by them for treatment, I never saw her say or do anything, just sitting on the god's bed looking at the window, no matter what anyone said or did, it didn't matter. In short, she is only different from a plant person in that she knows how to eat, drink, and use the toilet.- You've been seeing long-term patients lately, haven't you? This is a lot of pressure, is there anything difficult...- Don't practice on me, don't come to consult him! – He lowered his voice a bit, I shrugged. – I come back periodically today, she still treats me like an invisible person, until I left, accidentally dropping a stack of documents in front of her. For a moment I actually saw her eyes move. Then she picked it up and looked at it. I looked at it, it was the center's notebook with our pictures printed on it. She stared and then suddenly looked up at me and asked, “Who is this person? What is your name?". The person in the photo she pointed to, is you!- Huh? Why?- I asked her family, they don't know why either. At that time she also told me, if you come, she will receive treatment. So, here's her file, how to contact and address their family, audio recordings and all my notes about her. – I watched him clackly arrange things one by one on the table, feeling a bit confused. He continued to say:- I have already told Uncle Thanh, she is now yours. I'm busy, that's all.- Huh? But I'm also… – Waiting for me to recover, the office was empty. When we first met her, she was very thin. Much thinner than in the photo.- I don't know how to tell. Or hypnotize. “Didn't even give me a chance to introduce myself,” she said, her voice hoarse proof that she hadn't talked in a long time.Related chapters
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