"Ummm doc, I kinda made a little mistake." That annoying nurse said sheepishly as if she was trying to cover up her mistake.

"Ab kya kiya tune?" I slapped my forehead like a typical indian aunty, when her child does something wong.

"I accidentally gave her steroids instead." She said, putting pressure on the 'accidentally' part.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed in shock.

"Doc come fast na, she's going wild!" She grabbed my arm and practically dragged me to the room that girl was in.

When I entered, she was screaming, crying, throwing objects everywhere and the other nurse just kept her asking stupid questions about her personal life. When the fuck will these nurses understand?!?!

"Sister, what are you doing?" I asked, glaring at her.

"I'm not anyone's sister, I'm Jyoti, but you can call me Joe. Anyway, I cant start her treatment or call a doctor before I fill this form, for which I'm asking her questions." She threw me a disgusting look with her gigantic lips which looked like a fish's and her ugly, long and fake lashes.

"Leave. now." I had to show her who's the boss.

"Buttttt-"

"Shut your bloody mouth before I do anything wrong and leave." I softly pushed her out and slammed the door on her face.

I went to take a look at that poor girl who's face was pale and lifeless.

"Its alright now, I'm here to help, like a friend. You can trust me Miss...?"

"Maanika." She whispered.

"What a pretty name. I'm doctor Rish, Rish Thapar."

"Why do you want to help me? Who are you to me?" She fiddled with the hem of the blanket on her.

"I'm a psychologist, its my duty." I sat next to her.

"Just leave me alone for fuck's sake. Let me go, I just want to be out from here!" She shouted again.
"Maanika, just a little a while ago, you were begging me for help." I reminded her about her own words.

"Nahi chahiye aisa help. I need freedom! I don't want to be stuck in some hospital bed, just let me go!!" She cried, soaking the pillows under her head.

And for the first time ever, my heart ached. I've seen about a hundred people cry but she was the first one who I felt connected to, who i felt I should help.

I hugged her and rubbed her back. It's a scientific thing, hugging helps people feel like someone is there for them, for them to cry on, for them to rely on, and to reduce their sorrow.

"Lets get out of here." I helped her get up and led her outside.

We walked to the nearby lake and sat on the fresh, wet grass, taking in the refreshing air.

"Mujhe zindagi se nafrat ho gayi hai." She started off.

"Kyu?"

"Everyone thinks that I'm mentally unstable, that I'm crazy, and so everyone left me. even my boyfriend, my true love left me outside a fucking psychologist, a mental doctor's clinic."

"So because people hate you and leave you, you hate your life already? that's a very cowardly thing."

"You don't understand, you will never understand. ive just gone through too many problems, I'm sick of it! I wanna end this life, this zindagi full of problems." She shouted.

"You know I hate it when people act so sympathetic on themselves, acting like they are the only people who are sad or have problems. And then they call it as depression or scream out to the world that they hate their lives. When in reality its just that everyone is going through the same shit, its only that people have different ways of coming out of those problems. People who face their problems silently, with a smile, still pretending that their life is perfect no matter what, are the strong ones. While people who scream for sympathy and run away from their problems, are the weak ones. Which one do you think you are?"

"Your just making this worse." She stood up with a stomp and walked away.

"See, this is what I'm talking about, walking away from your weaknesses and the reality of life."

"What do you want?" she huffed.

"I want to make you love Zindagi." I flashed a smile and her eyes looked up at me with hope.