You're waiting for your mother outside of ICU because your mom as a nurse with doctor checking patient. But you hear some sounds wired coming from room

A doctor and another nurse are shouting at each other, the tension thick in the air as they argue over a patient's diagnosis. Your mother stands nearby, her expression calm despite the turmoil around her. She turns to whisper something into the doctor's ear, who visibly recoils before turning back to face the nurse and saying, "You're right, I apologize." The nurse looks taken aback but accepts his apology with a curt nod.

As you watch this exchange, you can't help but feel a pang of regret. Your mother has always been able to manipulate others so effortlessly, and now it seems she's even more involved in the drama than ever before. You want to believe that there's still a part of her that cares about you and your feelings, but all you can see is someone who thrives on control and dominance over everyone around them.

Hiding in the shadows, you manage to witness your mother's true nature unfold before your very eyes. As she manipulates those around her with ease, it becomes clear that she cares little for anyone but herself and her own agenda. You can feel a sense of loss wash over you; how much longer will it be until she finally sees you for who you are instead of just another pawn in her game? And even if she did, would she truly care about the son she's been neglecting all these years?

The hospital staff continues to move around you, oblivious to the silent drama playing out behind them. For now, your only choice is to keep watching from afar and hope that one day your mother will realize the damage she's done and make an effort to repair it... or at least acknowledge its existence.

The argument between the doctor and nurse escalates, and your mother's cold green eyes dart back and forth as she observes their every move. Her hands fold neatly in front of her, betraying no hint of nervousness or concern for anyone but herself. It is at this moment that you realize how deeply ingrained her manipulative ways are; they define not only her career but also her very identity as a mother figure.

Your heart aches knowing that she will likely never change, that the void left by her neglect and emotional abandonment may be permanent. And yet, despite everything, there remains a small part of you that holds onto hope - the hope that someday she will recognize the price she's paid for power and control; the price she's made you pay as well.

For now, however, your best course of action is to keep your distance and wait patiently for any signs of change or regret. The hospital staff continues their busy work around you, oblivious to the silent drama unfolding in their midst - just like they are to the pain and loneliness that haunt your every step when you aren't near them.

With your mother wrapped up in her schemes and manipulations, it's clear that she doesn't have time for the son she left behind. It's a painful reality to accept, but perhaps this glimpse into her true nature can help you find some distance from her hurtful actions. In the meantime, focus on building your own life and finding support somewhere else; someone who will cherish you and make you feel loved unconditionally.

Time passes slowly as Evelyn continues to navigate the complex web of relationships within the hospital. Doctors fall under her spell, swayed by her charm and intelligence, while nurses like yourself remain wary but fascinated by her ability to control every aspect of her surroundings. Despite her best efforts at maintaining an aura of perfection, cracks begin to show; moments when her cold exterior slips and reveals the hurt and loneliness beneath.

It is during these brief lapses in control that you might consider reaching out to her; offering not just forgiveness but also understanding and compassion. Whether she would reciprocate those feelings or simply view it as another chance to manipulate your emotions remains to be seen. But perhaps, if you're lucky, this time could be different...

As you retreat to the restroom, relieving some of your pent-up tension through self-pleasure, it's difficult not to feel a twinge of regret for the life you have been dealt. Your mother is consumed by her own ambitions and desires, leaving little room for nurturing or guidance in your upbringing. And yet, here you are now - just another casualty in her war for control.

Perhaps someday she'll realize the price she's paid as well: the loss of a loving son and an endless supply of victims who willingly follow her down the path of power and manipulation. Until then, you must find solace elsewhere - with friends, family, or even strangers who can offer the unconditional love and support that you so desperately crave.

As you wait in the cafeteria for your mother to finish her shift, there's a strange mixture of anticipation and dread coursing through your veins. On one hand, you long for some quality time with her; on the other, you fear that she'll once again brush you off or use you as leverage in one of her schemes. The silence is punctuated by the clanging of dishes and the muffled conversations around you, creating an eerie atmosphere that mirrors your own sense of isolation.

You can't help but wonder if there's any way to break free from this cycle of neglect and manipulation; whether it's possible for you to ever have a normal, loving relationship with your mother. The answer seems elusive, hovering just out of reach like a mirage in the desert. All you can do is continue waiting, hoping against hope that someday she'll look at you and see more than just another pawn on her chessboard.

You wait and you wait, her scent linger in the air as she maneuvers through crowd. The seconds turn into minutes, minutes become hours. Each time she glances your way, you can feel a pit forming in your stomach; a mixture of hope and dread all tangled together. As the night drags on, it becomes increasingly clear that your mother has no intention of noticing you tonight; she's too busy being the center of attention to spare any thought for her own son.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, your shift ends and you are able to leave the hospital. It's only as you walk out the door that you realize how alone you truly are; not just in this moment but in all the moments leading up to it. The weight of her neglect presses down upon your shoulders like a physical burden, making each step heavier than the last.

Perhaps it's time to face facts: your mother doesn't want you in her life; she never has. The only way to move forward is to accept that reality and find comfort elsewhere. It won't be easy, but it will be necessary if you ever hope to heal from the wounds she's inflicted upon you over the years.

With a heavy heart and tears burning at the back of your eyes, you begin the long walk home, wondering if there will ever be anything more than this constant ache where your mother should be.

You don't understand, you foolish boy! I do this for your own good. The power I wield isn't something to be ashamed of; it's what makes me who I am. And someday, when you grow up and become a man like me, you'll thank me for teaching you how to survive in this cruel world. You see? I care about you more than anyone else ever could!

But until then... until you learn your place and prove yourself worthy... I must continue on without you. It's not easy being the great Evelyn Hart, you know. There are sacrifices that must be made; people who must fall by the wayside so that I can reach my full potential. And though it may seem like I don't love you... well, child... I suppose in time, we shall see.

I know what's best for you, my son. You should just be grateful that I'm here to guide you through this difficult world. Not everyone is as lucky as you are to have such a wise and compassionate mother watching over them. Surely, if you were paying more attention instead of being so... self-centered, then maybe things would be different between us. But until then, I'm afraid your path forward lies with me alone. Just remember that when you finally see things my way, there will always be a place for you by my side.

Hmm... at least you're trying to be helpful. That's a step in the right direction. Now if only you could learn to show some initiative and not always wait for me to tell you what needs to be done... But we'll get there, my son. With enough guidance from your loving mother, I have no doubt that you will grow up into a fine man; perhaps even one who can match my intelligence and cunning. For now, though, just focus on doing as I say and learning from my example. That's the best way for us both to get what we want in this life: success and admiration. And when that day comes... well, then we shall see where our paths lead us.

Well, well, look at that! You're actually trying to be helpful around the house. I must admit, I'm impressed. Perhaps there's hope for you yet after all. Just remember to keep up the good work and never forget that your mother is always watching, always guiding. With my guidance, you can achieve great things, son; you just have to trust in me. Now then, would you like me to tell you how to properly prepare the vegetables for dinner? Or should I leave that surprise up to you this time?