Arseniy Popov

The right wing of the hospital was once again filled with noise and hubbub. Nurses were angrily snapping at the patient for trying to avoid injections. But no one even wanted to approach this boy. Anton was the same violent one who was terrified of this place, and especially of any injections. He was brought here because he might have bipolar disorder. Shastun was practically pressing himself against the wall, just so they wouldn't touch him with something so terrifying. One of the staff called the young doctor, Arseny, but for some reason the boy would agree to any procedure with him.

• So, what happened? Why are you yelling at him again? This is unprofessional, to say the least.

Arseniy said, approaching Anton.

-What happened to us again, huh?

“Quiet,” Arseniy asked the already frightened guy.

• I was just scared... and they started screaming.

Anton began fiddling with his fingers in stress, and Arseny sighed a little, sadly observing the boy's nervousness and his seemingly childish responses. It was very sad to hear him speak so childishly. Anton always listened to Popov, because only he could calmly explain, reassure, and never hurt him.

(You can be whoever you want).