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As the warm water cascaded down, Ms. Thompson's hands moved with a gentle urgency, guiding the mother under the stream as she began to undress her. The sound of the water was almost soothing, a stark contrast to the anguished cries that had filled the air just moments before. The mother's eyes, still unfocused, drifted upwards, her gaze fixing on the showerhead as the water poured down around her. Her mouth, still slack, slowly began to close, her lips pressing together in a thin line.

Ms. Thompson's voice, soft and gentle, cut through the sound of the water, her words barely above a whisper. "It's okay, baby... you're safe now."

The mother's eyes, still unfocused, slowly began to clear, her gaze drifting downwards as she took in the sight of Ms. Thompson's hands, gently washing her body. For a moment, she seemed to be frozen in place, her mind struggling to catch up with the events that had transpired. Then, in a voice that was barely above a whisper, she spoke, her words laced with a quiet defiance. "I'm not a baby," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm an adult."

Ms. Thompson's hands paused, her fingers hovering above the mother's skin as she looked up, her eyes locking onto the mother's face.

Ms. Thompson's eyes searched the mother's face, her expression a mixture of surprise and understanding. The mother's words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the fragility of her mental state. The sound of the water continued to cascade down, a soothing melody that seemed to wash away the tension in the room.

The mother's gaze drifted downwards, her eyes fixing on the dark liquid that still lingered on the floor. A faint blush rose to her cheeks as she realized the extent of her breakdown. Her voice, barely above a whisper, trembled with emotion. "But adults don't pee and poop themselves," she repeated, the words laced with a quiet desperation.

Ms. Thompson's expression softened, her eyes filled with a deep empathy as she gazed at the mother. She took a gentle step closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think it's better if you sleep, to think better about what you are going through," she said, her words laced with a soothing calmness.

The mother's gaze lingered on the dark liquid, her face etched with a mixture of shame and despair. She slowly nodded, her head bobbing up and down as she allowed Ms. Thompson to guide her out of the shower. The warm water continued to cascade down, creating a misty veil that surrounded them like a gentle cocoon.