Chapter 875: Prison of the mind
The mental facility might have been helpful to many of their patients. But in Primo’s case, they could barely help him. If they could make him forget everything, perhaps they could treat him properly. However, all they could do was give him medicine to calm himself down whenever he would wake up from a nightmare. Even with the therapies they told him to participate wasn’t helping. Not that he had hoped in the first place.
Primo knew he was hovering in the fine lines of sanity and madness. Sometimes, he would step on the line of madness and sometimes, he would go on the other side. Just like the rest of the patients in this facility.
Prim1o gazed at the old man across his bed. Both of them were sitting on their beds, their back resting against the headboard. While Primo was staring at the old man, the latter was reading a book quietly.
’I wonder...’he thought. ’Why is he here?’
After coming to this place, Primo had seen different levels of craziness. He wasn’t criticizing them. Some of them were naturally good people who deserved to be treated so they could live. But if there was someone Primo was curious about, that would be the old man in the same ward as him.
When Primo came into this place, this old man had been in there already. Unlike some of the patients, he hadn’t seen this old man go through an episode or anything of the sort. This elderly would just sit all day in his bed, reading a book. Sometimes, he would go for a walk. He looked very normal in Primo’s eyes thus, inciting intrigue from him.
"Mr. Garner, time for your medicine."
Suddenly, the nurse in charge of the ward came in with her trolley. She had this kind smile on her face, stopping beside the old man, Mr. Garner’s, bed. The old man stopped reading and looked at her. Without saying a word, he offered her his arm so she could take his blood pressure.
Primo watched everything from his bed across from the old man.