his is so much worse then i could ever have imagined. i knew all along that this man should not of been realesed from my care. My god, whats happened to him. He's completly torn his entire apartment apart. the smell is overpowering, a foul pongent odor... rotten food or i dont know, possibly something worse. but theres something else, thats almost overpowering... i think its a womens perfume. Oh no, no... i found the patient, he's lying on the floor in the center of the living room, completly naked, eniciated. it appears he hasnt eaten anything at all for weeks. the infection has spread up his arms, it must have reached his brain. theres buldging bright red veins all the way up from his wrist to his neck. theres empty bottles everywhere... alcohol, medication... my god the smell is sickening. theres blood coming from his mouth, nose, ears. he's not dead yet, but he's close.i failed, this is my fault. somehow, he's smiling at me, i think he's whispering something... no, not just whispering... i think he's singing.
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