“Would you like an increase in your pay?” those words were beginning to ring more and more in his mind.”Why I have accepted?”

After eight days of studying he couldn’t bear it anymore, he was done for. Today he would write a nice letter to his captain where he would excuse himself and return to his old work, this was too much for him.

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The lack of sleep had made Pxan an enraged animal at work, good for physical work, really bad for intellectual work. He glanced at James, he went to talk at the captain.

“What are those two conspiring?”

A few hours later he was standing in a hallway for reasons that he didn’t well understood. It had something to do with a suspicious guy and some drugs...or something like it, his work made him drowsy and distract.

When he entered the room there was a man with a white alb and two glasses that hunged on his neck. The door closed behind them, James blocked the lock.

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The man briefly looked at them, it was a man in his middle age, maybe in his middle forties, he had big and strong hands and a very long nose.

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The doctor didn’t need to visit him to know that a few things were wrong, his posture on the chair was wrong, his spine was a little bent. His hands were placed in a defensive pose, he acted aggressive towards him and his colleagues, maybe to mask insecurity? He looked at his file, he was from Carlaria so probably he was an orphan...this would be a hard patience to deal with.

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Pxan proceeded to tell the doctor his typical day, made of books, attack of dizziness, work, tramming and black sleep without dreams.

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The doctor paused before responding. Pxan was probably mildly depressed, lacked sleep, sunlight, nutrients, exercise, social interactions and meaningful work. He also tended to mask his insecurities with an aura of coldness and aggressiveness. It was clear that he suffered a trauma of some sort and previous therapies weren’t effective, he read his file a few hours ago, there were so many broken things, where he should start?

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