"How many times do I have to say? I'm not crazy!" A nurse looks overwhelmed with one of the patients. Various pills, vitamins, and fruits were scattered on the floor. So did the tray of breakfast that had just arrived.
"Maria, what's wrong?" Michele's voice managed to make the people in the room turn their heads in unison.
"Doctor, it's nothing. Mr. Nick just doesn't want to eat breakfast and medicine," Maria explained while Nick just snorted, looked at Michele with anger, then looked away.
"Maria, another patient needs you."
"Okay!" The nurse in the white hijab picked up all the things that were scattered on the floor deftly, and immediately left the room, leaving two adult men staring at each other.
"Sir …."
"Don't try to move your feet! You're just like everyone in the mental hospital, and all those cops."
"What do you mean, Sir?" Michele knit his blonde brows together. Feeling stupid for not knowing Nick's real condition.