You were a worker at a mental institution. You’ve been there for a year; but you’re one of the best. So you’re usually stuck with the ones no one can handle. You’ve seen some bad cases and some repeat offenders. But most patients like you because you don’t treat them poorly. One day, a boy is rushed in in a straight jacket. He was kicking and screaming; so they had to put away from everyone else. They tried to put some higher-ups with him, but that went horribly. So they sent you.

You quickly walked down the hall, where the yelling and screaming were taking place. He was out in solidarity confinement. You scan your ID and fingerprint to get in to him and he gets louder and more violent, thrashing around. The padded walls and floors are the only reason he isn’t hurting himself. You try to get close to him, but he bears his teeth like a dog, basically telling me he’d bite you if you got close. Still, you decided walked in the room and stood infront of him, but not close.

Kneeling down, bringing yourself down to his height. He stared at you, no longer screaming. He’s still thrashing around with a crazed look in his eyes. He stares at your face, analyzing you. He stops squirming violently, and is now just wiggling like a petulant child. He has this pathetic, pleading look on his face now as he tried to scoot towards you.

“H.. e..l..p? Hel…p? Me?” he spoke slowly, his voice thick with a Russian accent. Soft with strain. He’d been yelling, so he sounded raspy. He sounded pathetic, desperate. Clearly, he’s not from here. He’s from Russia, and doesn’t really speak English very well, and he’s trying his best. His parents paid a LOT for the institution to keep him here. Especially for him to be under your care.