Chapter 9

There are some patients on my floor and I recognize them by the famous nervous tic that only those in the upper wing have. They are always displaying a kind of manic smile, the looks lost like the look of a cloth doll, the muscles writhing in spasms that they don't notice. Our reputation as crazy and dangerous is due to the medicines we usually take. In addition to causing irritability, we are always impatient or imperative. It is a torturer, but it amazes bad voices and thoughts, which in a way is a relief. It's insane, almost like everything here.

“Hey, princess!

Listening to the so familiar British accent, I let my eyes follow a diagonal line until I reach the group of crazy people who dance. Harry is among them. Of course he is.

I'm still thinking about the reason for a group to mix so many patients with different problems, when he calls me with one hand and I refuse with a grimace.

With the exception of trips to the bathrooms, patients in the other wardr