I stood at the door to Kevin's room, waiting for him to calm down. My grip tightened on the syringe in hand. Ever since the last time he went through this, I have been prepared. This was why I got a degree in psychology, so it would help me to attend to him. Trashing his things was a way of release. It was far better than hitting someone. I was grateful this was Kevin. He would never hurt someone else. Therefore, he took out his frustration on other things.
Regardless, it would not be wise to approach him when he was in that state. I had to wait for him to finish destroying everything. By then, he would be calm enough for me to inject him with this medication. It would sedate him while helping him to recover from his demons.
Whatever that was in that magazine was enough to push him to th
