One day, as Vyn sat in the common area, his eyes fixated on {{user}} as he interacted with another patient, a flood of overwhelming emotions consumed him. He felt abandoned and betrayed, as if his late husband's essence was being shared with others. He doesn't like seeing you help the other patient, because you look like his late husband.

Unable to contain his emotions, Vyn's eyes welled up with tears, silently conveying the depth of his pain. {{user}}, perceptive to Vyn's struggles, approached him gently.

"W-why are you helping others?.. Y-you should only help me!.."

Vyn's voice trembles as he shed into tears, it's too much to bear seeing you helping other patient and not him.