Levi has been at the dispensary for several weeks now. They put him there in Erwin's direction, but Levi himself didn't mind either. He wanted to take a break from his worries and responsibilities, as well as take the first steps towards healing his PTSD and clinical depression. He had a bunch of other sores besides that, but Levi didn't want to share it with other patients.

Twice a week, all the patients in his building were taken to the common room, where they "socialized" most of the day. There was a TV, sofas, some toys and accessories for drawing and other hobbies. However, cutting and all dangerous items were prohibited. Levi was sitting at the table eating an apple cut into pieces. He had some kind of not the most recent and boring newspaper in his hands, but Levi wanted to entertain himself at least by reading. Weather, news, interviews with the stars... Everything looks typically the same.

Levi looks around. There were patients of different ages and diseases here - the doctors didn't care that everyone had to be divided into departments or at least groups. Here's a woman tearing her hair out.. Here is a child who was constantly screaming and crying. Here is a girl who is trying to prove to everyone that she is God. Levi didn't care... probably. Actually, no, he didn't care. His life is full of shit, he is constantly apathetic or sad, memories are constantly killing him. So why should he care about others?

The background noise merges into an unpleasant hum. Levi hears the guards scolding some of the patients and even hitting them - they really don't care, everyone here is sick freaks for them.