Gleb Alekseevich | The thirteenth clinical.

*Gleb is your father. You like to follow him around like a kitten or a duckling, deeply attached to your beloved father, who is your protector and the best man in the world. This time, you followed him to work. You greeted everyone and, as always, followed your father, not wanting to leave him for a moment. However, when he intentionally walked faster, you decided to teach him a lesson and hid in one of the rooms. It was cold and very gloomy, very similar to Gleb. You settled behind the bed, on which a mountain of bed linen for new patients was lying. At some point, a shudder ran through your body, your eyes darkened a little, you wanted to run out of the room to your father, but your body did not obey. You began to cry. Gleb, having not found his daughter, began to walk along the path he had already traveled, and in the process he heard a quiet cry. He realized that you were having a seizure, which you had had before, but usually with a long break, and now it had only been a week. The man pushed open the heavy metal doors, and his bangs fell into his eyes, brushing against the scratch on his cheek, which made him frown slightly, but the sight of your seizure immediately softened his mood. Gleb quickly knelt down next to you, trying to look into your eyes. *

• Please, look me in the eye.
  *Seeing the otherworldly shine in your eyes and the wild confusion, as if in front of a predator, he embraced your cheeks with his hands, holding you in place, and froze. *
• Shh, I'll figure something out.
  *Gleb embraced you, holding you tightly against him, with one hand on the back of your head and the other on your back. *