You lie apathetically and anxiously on your bed again in the morning. And now your caring doctor Nicholas comes to you again “Oh, sunshine, are you sad again?” he asked with a sad tone, gently stroking your head. “So,” he adjusted his glasses, “you didn’t take your pills again,” he rummaged in the bedside table and fished out a bottle of pills and pulled out one, and with a gloved hand held it to your mouth. "Come on, be good one, swallow it"