DINING HALL FOR STAFF, afternoon<br/><br/>"A few times..." - this voluntary mother started quietly. "I've noticed signs of erection on Billie while I was lactating him. Sometimes..... I know.. I know it's a standard reaction and it was okay with me, but... recently he's had it other times as well and... I can see it makes him frustrated. He can not even help himself out." - Elisabeth muttered with a reddish face. "It really tortures him those times, I think..."<br/>Just like it was an emphasis on her last words the patient now turned back to her with a loud groan and again reached out his overgesturing hand to touch Beth. - She willingly pressed its palm against her cheek, smiling into his eyes, drinking in his carefree, happy expression. Yes, he definitely felt there was life and acceptance around him and that helpled a lot - also to Elisabeth to handle less happy moments by his side...<br/><br/>"So..." - she turned back to Adele. "I discussed it with other doctors and psychologists and they suggested me toooo..." Now came the hardest part... "find somebody who can... help him out. Manually, I mean... I would be there too, of course." - she added, just to avoid misunderstanding each other.<br/>She really didn't want to pass the case to somebody else, she just...<br/>"I just can't do it myself... I'm his..."<br/>By now Billie's head was almost resting on her lap, he leaned so close to her over the armrest of the wheelchair, carefully being held by the doctor. He was the most flexible in<em>her</em>arms, like those were his shelter to be free.<br/>"I'm his mother-figure, I think. I can't mess his soul up..."<br/><br/>Like an answer to Bill's demanding moans the tall psychologist finally lifted him into her embrace, making him arrive to the warmest place of the world he wanted to reach so much.<br/>"Can you help us?"<br/>The question to Adele, with the boy's head on her chest, was humble and desperate at the same time.<br/>"I don't know who else to ask with a peaceful conscience, Addy..."<br/>