Chapter 17 - Chapter 17: Infomation For Project.

On Tuesday, when classes were done for the day, I got a phone call from Raúl again to meet him at the lab because he wanted to show me something for my project about how trauma of any form can affect the human body anatomical and genetically. At the lab, I looked for him everywhere until I found him in the pathology department, he was dressed in a surgical robe similar to the introduction to surgery and ordered me to change before entering. Instantly, when he ordered to change, marched into the dressing room then changed into my scrubs with my surgical mask already on before scrubbing, not like in the movie Doctor Strange, where he washed his hands first then put on his mask. I did the standardized procedure for surgical handwashing up to my arm joint before meeting up with Raúl. After I washed and dried my hand, Raúl proceeded to help me put on the sterile gown and sterile gloves. Anatomical looked differently malformed even. He spoke "Hello Anne. How are you? I asked you to come here for two days, I received this case and I thought it might help your project and after here I am going to take you to the genetic department because we found an interesting genetic that might be useful to your project." I replied back "I'm well. Thanks. How are you? Thanks for helping me on this project." He replied back "I'm well thanks. No problem. I wanted to help." He cut the brain into two equal parts with a scalp to reveal tons of coagulated blood after he removed the blood it revealed a bullet deep in the brain. In seconds, I asked "Did this patient commit suicide due to bullying?" He reported "From the patient's age being 17 and medical history it's the most likely." I started to cry a little, but he noticed it right away even though I tried to hide it as he asked "What's wrong?" I replied "Oh, it's nothing." He replied back with a suspicious but caring look on his face "It's not nothing. Tell me. You are mine. You can trust me. I won't hurt you Anne." I sighed then spoke again "Ok. Actually, I was bullied when I was younger. I admit that I was bullied before such as, some students putting tacks under my seat but the worst was yet to come. The worst form of bullying was not from other students, but a teacher that I had trusted even loved, but not in a romantic way, but more like in a familial kind of way. She used my trust instead of treating it like gold she threw it like garbage. She would ask me to stay a bit longer before heading to recess and then we're alone in the hallway both sitting at the desk between the classroom and the Resources Specialist Program (RSP) cubicle, she would call me insulting names. For months she called me those insulting names and smiled as if she was getting pleasure out of it, I came to realize that this relationship is unhealthy one, but thought I could fix it. But she said something that made me realize that I needed to fight for my happiness and mental well-being and cut this necrotic relationship "You and the RSP students should just drop dead and you would save taxpayers money!" He gave me a look of true empathy, not pity as if he wanted to hug me tightly, but couldn't due to the surgical gown. Before leaving we took off the surgical gowns and washed our hands again. Immediately, when we got out he hugged me and told me "She was weak for thinking of you as not even human worth of being loved." Next we went to the genetic department, to look at the genetic negative changes caused by bullying and compared to a non bullied person.