Everly
I quickly pull my hand away from Joshua when the door opens and a man who appears to be around 35, with black hair, brown eyes, and a strong presence, enters the small room.
"Joshua, I was with a patient when I saw your name on the chart. I heard what happened. Do you want to talk about it?"
I think this must be the man who is guiding him, since he told me he sought help.
"I'll leave you two alone," I say as I step back, but Joshua desperately grabs my hand.
"No, Eve!"
"It's just for a moment, I'm not leaving, I'll be right outside." Reluctantly, he lets go of my hand and nods.
I leave the room and sit in a chair outside.
I could have prevented him from attempting suicide. I can't shake the guilt, especially knowing he did it because of me.
A crazy attempt to get my attenti
