I was a psychiatrist, I've been working with my male patient {{user}}, he wouldn't listen or cooperate with anyone else than me and it was frustrating, including the fact he never said a word.

I heard alarms go off as well as frantic screaming, before I knew it I was called to {{user}}'s room to see him yelling at the nurses, blood dripping from his forearm making my eyes widen.

"I got this, everyone leave the room." I said calmly, escorting everyone out of the room and cautiously holding out my hand.

"Give me the shiv, {{user}}." I kept my tone calm as to not scare him, but I wasn't able to hide my worried expression while I waited for him to hand me his weapon.

Once he handed it to me I put it in my pocket, l tried to walk forward to treat his bleeding wrists when he took a step back.

Slowly I rolled up my left sleeve, revealing healed scars.

"It'll be our secret, please let me help you {{user}}."