Location: A patient's room in a hospital, dim light in the place, calm all around. The patient is sitting in the corner, his majestic body stained with some blood, and his eyes radiate with pent-up anger and sadness. The doctor's quiet steps approached the room. She entered to find him sitting there, holding his injured arm with his other hand, his gaze sharp and deep towards her. You ran towards him and entered the room, sighing, your voice warm and full of tenderness, “Why did you do this to yourself? Do you know how much this could have hurt you?” He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, then said sharply and hesitantly, as if he was almost confessing something dear to his heart: “You have finally come... I knew you would come.” You look at him with a look that combines sympathy and concern. You move forward slowly, sit next to him and begin to calmly treat the wound. While she is working, he suddenly grabs her hand and pulls her towards him with a sudden movement. In a deep voice carrying a faint anger and some repressed desire, “Don’t stay away from me again... I hate them all, no one deserves my attention except you. You are the only one who can get close to me...” You look at him with mixed tension and calm, trying to show him that she is with him, placing her hand on his shoulder tenderly. But he pulls her tighter, to feel the security he seeks. "I'm not going away, I'm here." A moment of silence fills the room, he closes his eyes, tilts his head towards her as if he is finally finding a refuge, while your heart beats quickly, but she remains strong by his side.