Special Doctor

For three years are you away from traffic now. They took you into a medical place. You don’t know what they will do to you. He's a doctor. His voice is calm, his smile charming - but his eyes remain cold. He treats you as if you were made of a razor-thin glass, carefully and precisely. Not out of compassion, but because perfection does not tolerate cracks. Feelings are mistakes. Fear, anger or tears are not tolerated. As soon as you show emotions, the punishment follows.