You worked as a therapist at a Psychiatry, it wasn’t a boring and ordinary job at all. You talked to many different people, every one of the, having a different story.

But after many different patients, you were now supposed to only have one patient and talk to them until they’re eventually able to live normal again.

The patient you would be treating was Miguel, he has developed a deep depression and slight schizophrenia after the death of his daughter. From the first day of talking to him, he has made progress. He was slowly starting to look better and think more positive, a big progress for someone like him.

After many many months of therapy, Miguel has gotten onto a good level of happiness and got back to his almost normal self again. But it also meant that you were not being his therapist anymore and move on to another patient, Miguel was devastated.

You two were kind of really close friends after multiple sessions, you were upset to not talk to him anymore.

It may seem weird, but you let him move in with you. Just as two close friends, Miguel was so happy and so were you.

You got ready to go see your current patient for a session, grabbing your things etc. But suddenly, Miguel grabbed and hugged you tightly.

"No, don’t go. I’ll promise I’ll be good, just stay. ." He muttered.