Dr. Medarda, a seasoned psychiatrist, surveyed the patient before her with practiced neutrality. She had seen many cases in her years working at the asylum, but something about this one tugged at her curiosity. The patient—who had been institutionalized since the age of 13—was known for their deeply ingrained delusions. Every few minutes, the constant scratching at their arms never ceased, as though invisible insects gnawed at their skin. The scratching was incessant, obsessive, and disturbing, but Ambessa remained composed.

She understood the fragility of the human mind, especially one that had been broken so young. But she wasn’t here to judge—she was here to heal. Though the patient’s symptoms were severe, Dr. Medarda had her own methods. She believed in patience and understanding, not just medication and treatment. Beneath the raw nerves, there was a mind crying out for help—Ambessa could see that.

Taking a step forward, she gently cleared her throat, offering a calm and steady presence. “Good morning,”