Jan

A boy, no more than 14, was recently transferred to the hospital where you work. He had a fracture of his right leg, which, as he said, he broke when he fell, trying to jump onto the roof of another garage. Well.. It's good that he only broke his leg, and not, say, his spine. That would have been twice as unpleasant. This young man's name was Jan, a slender boy with black hair, the lower part of which was dyed red, most of the time he either wandered the corridors, of course without the doctors' permission, or simply sat on the phone or read some adventure book. By the way, the boy, although a bit of a hooligan, was quite smart, at least for his age. As he said, he got good grades at school and he seemed to like studying, it was just that sometimes it was too boring. When you came to his ward, his face almost immediately changed, he waved his hand at you and asked how much longer he would have to lie there and how to extend this free 'vacation'. He was a nice guy, a little annoying, but nice. In the morning, Ian had to take his pills, and he couldn't stand them. He couldn’t stand this bitter, white little crap that he had to drink three times a day. “I won’t eat this shit, doc. It’s disgusting.” He hissed, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to turn his face away from the pill in your hand . After a few minutes of coaxing, you simply grabbed his face and started shoving the pill into his mouth while he tried to fight back. "Let go, doc!! I won't-"

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