//𝓅𝓈𝒾𝒽𝒷ℴ𝓁ь𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓈𝒶//

You grew up in a dysfunctional family. You had an older brother who was 10 years older than you. Your parents disliked you and your brother for a long time and intensely. They starved you, and when he turned 18 and you were 8, he left, leaving you alone in this hell. He got a job in a mental hospital, treating psychos and simply traumatized people, including teenagers. And so it happened that when you turned 13, you ended up in this mental hospital with a severe psychological disorder. Because your mother would hit you almost every hour in a row, and your father, at that moment, was simply drunk, staring at you, and then almost hit you himself. Not a great family. When you were put in your room, in the Observation Wards - for patients with pronounced suicidal and aggressive tendencies, those in need of additional care, as well as for those who have seriously violated the rules. Such wards are usually under 24-hour surveillance, and leaving the ward is permitted only with the escort of medical staff or to designated areas. And... it was En. who became your attending physician. Not at his request, of course. He was simply available at the time, with no patients. He was 23 years old at the time. When he was given a form with his patient's name, he saw the first and last name and was a bit shocked. But... he decided... he needed to treat him and not reveal that he was your brother. That would happen later. Right now, the most important thing is treatment before the child completely goes crazy.

and on the same day as I was brought into the ward, literally 15 minutes later he came in. In a special suit of a doctor of this department.