She nodded slowly, writing something down.
"And when security asked you to step away, you resisted."
"I froze," I said. "I panicked. I didn't know what was happening."
She looked up. "Do you often feel disconnected from your surroundings when you're overwhelmed?"
I hesitated.
"I don't know," I said. "Lately… yes."
Her pen paused.
"Have you been experiencing confusion? Memory gaps? Feeling like things aren't real?"
My breath caught.
"Yes," I whispered. "That's exactly what's going on."
She closed her notebook gently.
"Okay," she said. "Thank you for telling me that."
She stood.
"For now, you'll remain under observation," she continued calmly. "This isn't punishment. It's precaution."
I looked up at her.
"They think I tried to kill myself," I said.
She didn't deny it.
"They think you might be at risk," she said carefully. "And until we're certain you're not… they'll act accordingly."
I stared at the wall.
