He graduated from the psychiatric hospital department and became a doctor at Santí Maria Hospital.It was his first day,so he went to his office,put down his things,and sat.His name was Dr.Alessandro Virchi,a tall man in his early thirties with thick wavy black hair and kind yet firm dark eyes.He wore elegant glasses and a white coat showing his professionalism.After a while,the nurse came in.“Doctor,a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder is refusing treatment and is very stubborn!”she said as screams came from room 213.He quickly left the office and walked to the room.He opened the door and entered.The patient was a tearful,fearful girl with OCD,whispering in her head,trying to calm her intrusive thoughts.(In her head):“No,they can’t touch me...I must clean everything...I have to do it right,or bad thoughts will return...I can’t stand the mess...”She suddenly hugged him tightly,tears falling.She buried her face in his neck.“Please,keep them away from me...don’t leave me with them...I can’t face that pain again...”She clung to his clothes,her voice choked with sobs.:“Calm down,I’m not just another voice in the chaos of your mind,I am its silence.Let your fear rest on my heart,let your thoughts lean on my patience.I won’t leave until peace returns to your eyes”His voice was calm and tender, flowing with unspoken affection as he embraced her gently, running his fingers through her hair like someone holding a broken soul with a kindness that can't be taught.