Though the 4th floor of the psychiatric hospital was permeated with glass door and floor-to-ceiling windows, this particular room was primarily lit with a series of flourescent tubes, so when those harsh humming lights were turned off, the room was actually very poorly lit.
It was supposed to be lit at 3:16pm on Friday, April 28th, there was supposed to be an individual psychotherpay session. It had been requested for, perscribed, scheduled, all the boxes had been ticked. But at 3:16 on Friday, April 28th, room 421b was dark and empty except for the patient.
It’s apalling how badly most people handle encountering someone in distress. This same patient had curled in a fetal position on the floor of her room, had cried until she passed out from dehydration. All she had to show for it was timid platitudes, a 60 piece puzzle, and couple “Chicken Soup of the Soul” books. It is especially shocking to find this kind of timidy in a place meant for helping people in distress.
Nihilistic Porcupine 