11. Regrets

Sophia's gaze was drawn to the nurse outside, who was now encircled by a small group, her forehead showing signs of injury. To either side of the door, two armed men stood guard. But she was more surprised about the fact that none of his family members were present.

"Did the patient cause this?" She inquired, facing the injured nurse, and the chief, a middle-aged man with glasses and dark hair, nodded. He stood by the side of the door, his back resting against the wall, his furrowed brows revealing the stress he was already under.

"I'm entirely uncertain about the cause of the patient's sudden agitation. That's why I requested for you," he uttered, his voice thoughtful. "Maybe you should attempt to engage in a conversation with him," he suggested.

Before Sophia could respond, he added, "You're the only doctor on duty who can handle this patient. Please be cautious." With that, he gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder and departed.

"Should we consider getting a psychiatrist?" Arie