She had a sitter in the room with her to ensure she didn’t try to kill herself again. She managed to stay in her good graces most of the morning, but then around ten o clock, her day started to turn sour.
The patient buzzed Irene into the room. When she entered, the patient was sitting straight in bed, her hair a wild mess as she calmly said, “I want to go home.”
“You can’t go home,” Irene told the patient in a pleasant but gentle tone. “The doctor has to release you. You’re very sick.”
This part was true but no doctor would allow her to go home in the condition she was. When she left, she was either going to the psychiatric hospital or jail. But Irene didn’t think it was wise to throw this information out in the current situation.
The patient still got irritated. “And WHERE is my doct
