Chapter 1407
Hubert went quiet for a bit.
Fiona could tell something was up. She gave Chicago a gentle pat on the head. "Hey, why don't you go see Stuart and get your hair done?"
Chicago grumbled, "Getting my hair done is such a waste of time. Once summer break starts, I'm just gonna chop it all off!"
Fiona shrugged, "Do whatever you want."
She stepped out onto the terrace, soaking in the lush green view. She asked, "You've been quiet for a while. You're not gonna tell me Darwin can come back now, are you?"
"Sorry," Hubert said softly. "Mr. Solomon had another episode of hallucinations and delusions. Seems like it's tied to his past memories."
"Go on," Fiona said, her hand clenching unconsciously.
Hubert continued, "I've looked into it. He's due for his June evaluation in a couple of days. If everything checks out, he might be released."
"Okay," Fiona replied.
"This whole thing is stressing him out," Hubert said, sounding helpless. "He's arguing with another version of himself. He says he'll change, that he won't hurt you again."
Fiona frowned, feeling a wave of irritation.
"I've told him before, the past is the past. Why does he keep..." Fiona trailed off, suddenly realizing.
Darwin was sick.
"If he can't come to terms with his past, these hallucinations and delusions will be hard to shake," Hubert said, sounding resigned. Psychiatrists weren't miracle workers.
Mental illness could be pretty tricky.
Some folks got sick for no clear reason, and despite years of treatment, they didn't seem to get better. Then, out of the blue, they recovered one day.
For others, no matter how much treatment they got, there was no sign of progress.
Since Hubert started his career, he'd seen at least ten patients who seemed fine one day, chatting with him, only to hear about their suicide a few days later.
In the end, whether a patient could overcome their inner turmoil depended not just on their environment, family, and doctors, but also on their own ability to resolve their inner conflicts.
Fiona took a deep breath.
Suddenly, she thought of something.
She said, "I have something here. I'll have someone bring it to you. Please give it to him for me."
Darwin hadn't been sleeping well these past few days.
Normally, he could get over eight hours of sleep.
But even with sedatives, he was now getting less than six hours a night.
His anxiety was off the charts.
Hubert gently knocked on Darwin's hospital room door.
Darwin turned around, dark circles under his eyes, looking exhausted.
Hubert said, "You wanted to see me?"
"Mr. Graham, let's keep going with the physical therapy," Darwin said, walking over. "The previous sessions weren't intense enough. Let's crank it up this time!"
Hubert replied, "Your condition doesn't need physical therapy anymore."
Darwin said, "But I can still see him. He's been showing up every day, threatening me with Fiona and the kids!"
"He doesn't exist," Hubert said softly.
Darwin froze.
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