Jawhitt explains:
It was about six years ago. I then worked in intensive care as a nurse. He was on duty for days with his girlfriend together (they met since medical school).
Evening. The girl sits at the table and writes data about the condition of the patients, which I dictate to her from the bedside monitors, they have always done this.
Well, I go up to another patient to report her blood pressure, heart rate, etc.
The patient, by the way, was about fifty years old and was admitted to us because of an attempted suicide from unhappy love (it happens!). Wheels swallowed and with consequences for us.
So, lies, in consciousness, asks me:
- Why are there strangers in your ward?
- What are the outsiders? (I react calmly, psychosis and hallucinations are common in our area).
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- Well, there, - he says, - a man and a woman in gray suits.
(laughing inside)
“Well, what are they doing,” I say.
- Yes, nothing, they go, look out for something.
- Well, of course, sleep, rest.
In the nurse's room at tea, they smiled, but forgot. This patient died the next day, from what reason, I won't say, I don't remember, maybe a blood clot, or maybe the kidneys sat down.
A week or two passes.
A patient with pancreatic necrosis (tissue of the pancreas is deadened), a frequent case for alcoholics, he was consistent.
The situation is the same, dictating the status data from the monitor, the girl writes.
- Why are all sorts of things walking around here, and I'm lying naked !?
- What kind of people? I am here with you and S. (nurse).
- Yes, there, a man and a woman are standing behind you, watching something.
To say that I was fucked up is to say nothing.
- And what do they do, what do they look like? - I ask him.
- But how? A man in gray suits with a tie, doing nothing, looking out for something.
The girl and I looked at each other and I swallowed a lump in my throat. The instinct of self-preservation prevailed over common sense, and I, turning to the patient, asked:
- Are they dangerous for us?
- And how do I know, they don't even look at you. And you go to the window for a smoke, lure them on a cigarette.
Here we are generally oh … oh! Not because they are spelled out here, but because glitches in different people at different intervals of time are not the same. Not so much in detail they may be similar. He could not have known that I was smoking, and even more so at the window.
This patient also died the next day, and I did not smoke all evening, and then I did not go to the window.
