My son

Then Thursday morning came. As usual, Rose walked her way to the hospital where she shoves herself to work, meeting her patients and each day, a progress is made to at least one patient. Either by listening to them or through medication. Rose has impeccable long patience towards her patients, though they were very ill and some even harmed her, she always treats them nicely and respectfully.

However the nurses seem to dislike her for unknown reasons, she did not dare to ask anyone nor listen to any gossip about her. She always walked alone and coped with solidarity pretty well, she could not even remember the face or name a friend she once had. Rose kept both her hands to her suit's pocket as her heels pounded on the floor and echoed in the hallway.

It is almost ten in the morning, she did not like the quietness and coldness other nurses in the hospital have been showing, 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯. She put down her jacket and wore a cloak. Maybe it was because of the indescribable dreams she has constantly been having, but the movement of the bus swayed her to nap.

It was an hour-long ride and she got off the bus and walked a little to get to the building. Compared when she last visited, the company felt dead since there were merely any people present, but now that she visited in the morning, people drown themselves with work, it seemed like a busy time for them. Rose could barely even get to ask a person, everyone was either on their desk taking calls or walking with a ton of files on their arms.

She felt like she could blend in the wall, no one would ever notice someone stepped in their company if she would just walk in casually, and so Rose did. Since she already examined the floor from the lounge she quickly identified which corner to turn for the elevator, she went in together with a pack of people that seem to be in a hurry.

They sure did seem like fishes in a can of sardines inside the elevator but she endured it. Since Rose was pushed back she asked "Could anyone push the top floor button?" the narrow space between her and the people made her voice sound clouded. The people ignored her but one. Though her upper face was partly hidden from the heads and shoulders of employees, a woman with radiant lipstick smirked and turned to push the top floor button.

Rose knew it was not just any woman, it was 'her'. The pale face but accentuated paint on her lips made it clear it was the woman from yesterday. Each floor the elevator stops and opens, people go and fewer are left in the elevator. Each floor made tension that arose hairs in her body, until

Ding! the door opened.

Her heart jumped to the unexpected appearance of Mr. Anderson that stood before the door.

"Oh!" she flinched.

"Mrs. O' Quinn, I was about to go to the lounge to accompany you" his unintentional cold stare darkened his eyebags

"You look pale. Doctor, have you eaten?" he asked concerned.

Rose stepped out from the elevator "I have. Please, you should be more concerned about your health" Rose chuckled, hiding the fact that she had seen his dead wife. "So how have you been, getting any sleep?" Rose asked though it is clearly visible the circles around his eyes did not get any lighter. She tapped the back of his shoulder in a gesture of proceeding to his office and they walked.

The same ambiance from her last visit welcomed her as soon as she stepped foot to the office but this time, the lights were turned on and it revealed a neat presence and organized books behind his table. There seems to be no spot of dust, each corner looked regularly cleaned.

They both sat down and eased up the air by exchanging casual information, Rose took off her cloak and sets the timer to an hour before the session started. "How were you feeling when those happened?" she referred from the story Mr. Anderson told yesterday.

"I was afraid of course. But I knew it was my wife before my eyes, she appeared again in my life." his voice quivered "to take our son away" his eyes were about to let out a cry when Rose stood up to get closer to Mr. Anderson.

He uttered words that concluded Rose's diagnosis to him. She then, rubbed his back with a warm hand, in a consoling manner "It must be hard for you" her very words made him bawl all the tears that seemed to be kept for a long time.

Rose was understanding his situation, his beloved wife died after all. "Would you like to have some water?" she offered. He said no word. Rose's skirt was crumpled with lines as she sat near him and he continued talking. It took a long time before the river calmed.

"If it's alright to ask, when did you last sleep?" Rose meant no insult to him, she was rather concerned. "I lost track of days" he miserably answered.

"lack of sleep might cause people to experience various things, could be a hallucination" she added. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴e, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. Rose hid the information to herself.

"But every time I sleep, I can hear someone crying. Or whispering to my ear but I can't understand, there were so many voices talking at once" his eyes danced left and right.

"I advise you to take sleeping medication" Rose said.

Rose ended the session, she drifted her pen on the paper and left a writing, a prescription for Mr. Anderson. Rose straightened her knees to stand. Her hip danced as she walks near the blind curtain and opened it. The sunlight beamed its way through the window and revealed a heavenly skyscraper. Rose was stunned by the view, its as if the angels were to fly in the open clouds.

"Please have a rest" she turned to look at him. Maybe it was tears that calmed him to sleep, which made him rest idly on the couch. Rose assumed he is fast asleep. She left the blinds up, "The ambiance will make a great change to your mental health". She examined his office for a while, it was said that a man's room could tell so much about his or her personality.

Maybe because last time the lights were off but looking at each corner his office seemed to be full of lovely memories he had with his wife but did not find a trace of his son, not even in the pictures. After Rose satisfied herself with looking around, she lightly walked out of the office and carefully turn the knob, and closed.