It's all one flower.

The sudden outbreak of war and air raids caused the loss of important things.

Guilt for surviving. Anxiety and despair that you can't see what will happen in the future.

The acute stress response immediately after the disaster was temporarily relieved by the passage of time and movement to a "safe place not exposed to bombardment". However, it is updated every day due to another kind of crisis that occurs one after another in the refugee camps.

Psychological and physical reactions that manifest after a disaster often recover naturally when conditions are in place.

Safety is a prerequisite.

Other distress may be alleviated by alleviating the confusion caused by lack of information.

If you ask about the response of the Amitostigma Kingdom, it can be stressful in itself. While in the vortex, it is more constructive to focus on the victims' own condition rather than on the lack of external support.

Those who are in the vortex often have difficulty in translating their pain, difficulties, requests, etc.

Even if external support is provided to victims who do not seek care themselves, it may cause "rejection" as one of the psychological reactions.

So, what should I do?

The voice of Garrett, the physiotherapist of the powerless people, trembles again.

For example, suppose there is damage caused by a demon beast near the twenty-ninth section.

For example, it's a daily tea thing.

“If it's been exterminated, we'll tell everyone. We want to share your peace of mind.”

"Is it okay to get medical treatment at the clinic and get better?"

When Farkill asked, the instructor's police officer responded with a smile saying that he listened well.

“Yes, but don't lie.”

"That's true, isn't it? If you don't trust me, I'll be all right."

Garrett smiles bitterly.

The instructor nodded.

“Only when Garrett goes there are elderly people who are gymnastic together, and they say they have a trusting relationship with Garrett.”

Yeah, well, they talk a lot about themselves.

The only physiotherapist in the twenty-ninth block, Garrett, patrols each roundwood shed to prevent bedridden accidents. Although the response of the elderly is the focus, support for the family, the caregivers who take care of the elderly in the center, and those who cannot go out due to other circumstances has also come to be taken care of.

All the round huts cannot be turned around in one day, but there are those who wait for him to patrol.

But I noticed that you didn't tell me anything when you were in a bad state, though.

A volunteer from the Patence Temple Congregation who accompanied him said that even if he asked about his physical condition, he would be fine. However, at a later date, those who had the disease worsened and were brought into the clinic, and those who died as they were, did not stop.

"I don't have enough manpower, and I know the clinic is hard, so have you given up, given up, or abandoned (burn)?"

The physiotherapist Garrett dropped his shoulder.

The instructor's police officer speaks softly.

“Garrett, you live in a refugee camp, and you shouldn't be trapped alone. Often we can't help you as you'd like, but it's not your fault. You don't have to feel guilty."

”I'm a powerless people, even if I'm an expert in rehabilitation, I'm really helpless”

"There is an elderly person who is doing nursing prevention gymnastics with you, right?"

Yeah, well, a little bit.

The instructor's voice is as bright and gentle as the spring sun, but Garrett's voice is dark in contrast.

“It's okay, Mr. Garrett is never helpless. At the very least, they're providing the support they need, as well as the people who live in the same cabin.”

”Even though I said such a thing, I noticed that I was in a bad mood... there were so many people who couldn't do anything and couldn't be saved... I'm a powerless people, and I'm helpless”

Garrett's voice trembled as he dropped his shoulders. The hand that took the note stopped, and the hand holding the notebook clenched its fist.

“Garrett, you are working very hard, not only as an expert, but also as an individual.”

"Why do you say you know when you haven't seen the scene?"

The voice exhaled towards the desk is sharp and sharp.

"Garrett suffers from this feeling of helplessness because he has been working very hard for the residents of the refugee camp and has taken on the responsibility of being unable to reach them due to various shortcomings and constraints."

The candy falls into the notebook and the lettering oozes.

Farquill saw the police officer who was the lecturer. Older suicide counterparts nod their faces and watch the refugee physiotherapist Garrett quietly.

The sobbing subsided, and Garrett wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Excuse me."

The voice also trembles, and tears travel through her cheeks.

The instructor took the pocket tissue out of the bag and placed it in front of Garrett.

Here you go.

"I'm so sorry..."

It clogs the voice and pushes it on.

"It's okay." Even crying. At the refugee camp, the specialist Garrett couldn't cry because he thought other residents would be worried if they showed tears. ”

Garrett nodded silently to the words of the elderly policeman.

“There are only three of us here. You don't have to worry about that, so you don't have to put up with it."

"I... am a family of one, a people without strength... but I was in the hospital... and I saved one at work... and everyone burned down... and now I want to save everyone... and I don't want anyone to die."

Garrett raises his face and spits out his tears.

The elderly policeman was stuck in grief, nodding and just listening.

"And yet! I couldn't do anything... because I'm helpless... nothing"

"... it was hard, wasn't it? But you don't have to feel guilty about that."

”But... that's what I said, even though I'm a medical professional”

"Garrett has been working very hard with everything missing. Would you forgive yourself?"

Garrett, the physiotherapist of the powerless people, sobbed.

Farkill couldn't find a word to hang on to, he just shed tears with him.