The slow-motion of Ms. Schwartz's hand pulling the bar made me freeze to ice. Brandon was now laying in front of my eyes, with hundreds of volts going through his body.

Never before had I witnessed something so obscene.

The whole situation was like watching a horror film. His whole body was twitching and shaking by the chock and his eyes were rolled back in his head, which made only his sclera visible. There were no signs of his beautifully brown iris.

He almost looked possessed.

I took a step backward while I tried to keep my focus on Brandon's tensed jaw. His violet veins were clearly showing through his neck while he bit the mouthguard that was forced into his mouth to not break his teeth, tongue, or inner chin.

My heart was beating with sympathy as I witnessed the therapy that was going on in front of me. I could never imagine how it must feel to get five hundred volts of electricity through my brain against my will.

Even if I knew that electroshock therapy could lead to a good outcome and less suffering, it was just out of my morality to violate patients into treatment.

The smell of electricity slowly began to fill the room as the strong machine worked harder and harder with every second to fill Brandon's body with chocks. His brain was probably burning inside which made me want to throw up by the imagination. Maybe the smell came from his smoking brain?

Either way, it was disgusting.

All I wanted to do was to jump over the room to turn the terrifying and hard-working machine off. But that would only lead to more consequences. I knew deep inside that this was for Brandon's best.

Even if I wasn't forced to do anything myself, I felt guilty enough just to witness the dramatic situation. Why did I have to just stand there and watch? Did Dorothy try to get something out of me? Was it a test to prove my profession and not let my conscience and feelings take over in a rough situation like this one?

Everything about this made me too uncomfortable, but I had to do my best to keep myself stable even if it felt impossible...

Suddenly the terrifying buzzing sound and the twitching in Brandon's body stopped and the room got completely silent.

The therapy session was finally over.

Ms. Schwartz leaned over Brandon to check his consciousness, but there was not much of luck. I could see his chest move heavily up and down in pace with his breathing, but his eyes were peacefully closed and a little bit of saliva dripped from his opened mouth.

My stomach turned as I looked at the absolutely exhausted human in front of me, but I was so glad that it was finally over.

"Take him to his room and let him rest" Ms. Schwartz ordered both of the men before they lifted Brandon over to a wheelchair. His head hung down and so did his arms. It looked like all of his muscles suddenly just gave up and there were now only strings of flesh left inside of his body.

That vision of him once again proved that he was still not present.

I shivered as I watched the men roll Brandon out of the room, seated in a wheelchair due to what they had just put him through. It was awful, disgusting, and out of humanity.

Even if it was perfectly legal and a very usual type of therapy, I could never understand how a person could get so cold-hearted and brutally force a patient into therapy when they do so much to fight back and refuse. And it was not quite normal to take the treatment so far that the patient remained unconscious afterwards...

"Someday it will be you, pulling that bar," Ms. Schwartz said while she penetrated my soul with her stiff black eyes. Her words made my heart skip a beat with sickness.

I nodded my head carefully as I strained up to appear confident.

"I'm glad you let me watch and learn, Ms. Schwartz," I responded as I swallowed hard and bit my tongue.

"That's what this hospital is for," She said, proudly.

Like this was something to be proud of.

I couldn't stand that woman.

I tried my best to let through a smile to make Dorothy satisfied, but never before had I faked a smile as much as I did.

Dorothy went out of the room and left the tapping sound of her heels echoing in the corridor.

I took a deep breath. Once again I felt overwhelmed and humiliated as so many times before in this place.