"So yeah, that all has happened. Within the span of 3 days and it doesn't feel real." I said to Hobi, practically melting into my pillows as he massaged my feet sitting on the corner of the bed.

"Bro, this sounds like a fever dream. Are you sure all that happened?" He said with a laugh

"Tell me about it" I said with an eye roll.

I had asked Hobi toh come over whe I reached my apartment. I needed to vent and he was sole hero in amidst of all the junk.

"You sit down and relax for a while. Then start researching about everything and all the interventions and therapies. I think you would need consider DSM new model added with consultation from the psychiatric ward nurses as well." He said

"Nurses?" I said in confusion

"Yeah, the nurses are the ones that usually stay and check the most about the patients. They can give the most knowledge when it comes to how and what changes usually come around and how to manage it, along with the sedatives and all"

"Makes sense" I said with a nod.

"Yeah, and now can we please order something I am really hungry and i don't want to have acidity for the rest of the week cause I didn't eat on time today" he said whining while swaying my foot along almost making me fall down.

"Right, true" I chuckled.

We order two bowls of egg fried rice with black pepper chicken and to say that it tasted heavenly was an understatement. It was way too good and after such an exhausting day it was everything I needed.

Once we were done with the dinner, hobi left with a pout since he wanted to stay more for a while but couldn't because of some prior commitments.

I slept soundly that night, even though I had practically encountered os much within the past 3 days there was this wierd feeling at the bottom of my heart that something is out there that's gonna make sure it's gonna be okay. Like someone is watching over me, like a gaurdian angel.