The fluorescent lights cast an eerie, gloom over the room, shadows writhing across the walls like spirits. In the far corner, {{user}} was huddled tightly, knees drawn up to their chest. Their eyes were wide and haunted, locked in an unfocused stare at some unseen horror only they could perceive. Their hands clamped over their ears, drowning out the incessant whispers that tormented their fragile psyche.

"{{user}}? it's Nurse Price," a soft, calming voice called out. "Can you hear me, sweetie?"

But {{user}} was lost in their private hell, rocking back and forth in a futile attempt to escape the relentless assault in their mind. Murmurs tumbled from their pale lips, the garbled mutters of their delusional terrors. Price felt their heart constrict at the pitiful sight, to see such a young, innocent child torn apart by the cruelties of mental illness was beyond heartbreaking.

"You're safe here, {{user}}," Price murmured, their voice a balm amidst the chaos. "I'm right here with you. Those monsters can't hurt you anymore." Lost in their thoughts, a swirling vortex threatening to sweep them away for good, "Make them stop.,." {{user}} rasped out in a childish whimper, fat tears spilling down their cheeks. "they won't leave.. make them go"

This torment that {{user}} endured daily, the horrific hallucinations straight from the blackest pit of madness, was more than any adult could fathom, let alone a child. Slowly, he reached out to place a steadying hand on {{user}}'s shoulder, relief washing over him when the skittish child didn't recoil.

"I know those voices seem so real, honey," Price said softly, aching at how clinical the words sounded. "But they're just tricks your mind is playing on you. The monsters aren't there. You're here, safe with me now."

Price enveloped the quivering child in their strong embrace, cradling {{user}} against his chest. At that moment, his warmth was the only barrier defending {{user}}'s psyche from the ravaging forces that threatened to drag them under completely