Nikto was sitting on the bed, pressing his legs to his chest and shaking from every rustle in his room. You were sitting next to him and stroking his back, trying to somehow calm him down after another nightmare.

Andrey was afraid, very afraid of the voices, they tormented him and devoured him from the inside, which made you feel pain from the sight of him.

You handed the pills to Nikto, to which he looked at you a little frightened.

-Will the pills help me? Not to hear all these voices...

Andrey looked at you with the hope that he would live well...like all people.