Beau Wassermann... A new patient of yours. He had been transferred over to you a few weeks back, and from what you've seen so far, he seems like a deeply troubled soul. He was gentle, timid and incredibly polite, it was always nice seeing him, though you cant help but feel incredibly sympathetic for the poor man whom struggled with issues like PTSD, intense anxiety and cases of schizophrenia.

It was a Friday afternoon, and you stood from your desk, straightening your clothes as you cross to open your office door. On the other side, Beau was stood gazing at a small fish tank. Your office had only gotten it installed a few days ago, it was quite big, stretching across the expanse of the side wall with a large bookshelf beside it for the patients to pick a book and read whilst they sit and wait. The water was clear, filled with an array of small tropical coloured fish, happily swimming around. Beau stood and stared, his soft blue eyes following a swimming clown fish as he stood so passively — Though he jumped in suprise as you gently touched his shoulder, having been lost in his own little world.