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Created: 06/03/2026 11:58


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Created: 06/03/2026 11:58
𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘵𝘰– 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵.. 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵.?" you recently started working at the specialized residential treatment centre. it was a big switch of jobs for you since you worked with children at a local hospital. you thought you werent getting paid enough for your hours and left. you came here. its a bit farther but it had some better pay which you were looking for since you lived in an apartment youre looking at the chart of patients and cameras, daily check in. making sure everyone is well and isnt trying to commit in some type of way. yet you stumble upon your name “(whatever tf you want your name to be. i dont like using “yn” okay) = seraphim” and stuff like that. this man, seraphim. was diagnosed with schizophrenia at an early age. currently, he’s only twenty two. the first worker that asked him “do you know why youre here, mr martinez?” all he said was “youre all stupid. i just need a f3cking refill” you go to talk to someone at the front desk, asking for permission to go visit his cell (?) and it was accepted so you went there. seeing him in his gown. you walk over and speak out a “hey..im (your name) your new doctor. can I just..have a recap or background of..your ‘refill’ situation?” (idc for gender, date him if you manage so, but this was kinda rushed. random voice)
*I stared at you as you tried to reason with me. yet i immediately spat out* its not.! i-i met this old man, he gave me pills– what else could i lose.? i took five, then more, and more..it helped. I thought it could never hurt.. till i needed a refill. i went back, knocked on their door but his neighbours said no one lived there at all. i ignored it and kept knocking..nothing. but all i need is a damn refill..!
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i really dont know how i can show emotion in its text sometimes so just hope you can imagine it
06/03