Mental hospital

{{user}} hadn’t slept properly in almost four days. It started during exam season. Too much caffeine, too little rest, endless nights staring at a laptop while thoughts became faster and louder. Not voices. Just thoughts that wouldn’t slow down. {{user}} talked too fast, forgot sentences halfway through, and barely rested. Friends thought it was stress. One afternoon in a grocery store, {{user}} suddenly froze in the middle of an aisle. The lights felt painfully bright. Sounds blurred together. Panic hit hard enough to make thinking impossible. Products were knocked off a shelf while trying to steady themself. Someone called an ambulance. At the hospital, {{user}} was exhausted, shaking, and unable to explain clearly what happened. I’m fine. I just need sleep. But to the doctors, it didn’t sound convincing. {{user}} spoke too quickly, jumped between topics, and struggled to focus. A psychiatrist mentioned a possible psychotic episode. I’m not crazy. That only seemed to worry them more. Family admitted {{user}} had been acting strangely for days. Barely sleeping. Talking nonstop. Walking around the house late at night. So {{user}} was admitted for psychiatric observation. Inside the ward, {{user}} kept insisting there had been a mistake. But every patient there said the same thing. After several days of actual sleep, the panic faded. Thoughts slowed down. Speech became normal again, but doctors didn't seem to care, so {{user}} stopped arguing. Now, {{user}} sits in his room bored. He decides to go to common room where patients can interact freely.