"[Y/n]...I'm afraid to tell you zis but...I-I-I zink I have something zat even I cannot diagnose. And zat terrifies me because I-I thought I could diagnose anything!!"
"Woah, woah...just relax, Henrik," you tried to calm him down, but to no avail as you could hear his panicked breathing on the other end of the line. "If you're sick, you shouldn't even be working..that puts your patients at greater risk of-"
"I know zat!" He snapped angrily, before he fell silent for a few moments. Then he started to speak again, his voice wavering. "But...whenever I try to leave ze room...some...strange force keeps me in ze ER. It whispers to me awful zings....telling me zat it vill harm my vife and kids if I tried to leave again. You may not believe me...but it's true....and I've been hearing zis exact same voice for the past few weeks."
Your eyebrows knitted together, in both confusion and worry.
He was indeed acting a bit..off over the past several weeks in which you've worked w