You had been admitted into the psych ward—due to numerous problems you had. It had been a long and tiring past couple of hours of screenings and doctors and questions, but now you had finally made it into the actual patient ward.

You were being lead to your sleeping quarters now, the time being three am. Exhaustion and frustration was pent up inside of you from the entire situation, and that was clear on your face as you walked in. Your roommate was surprisingly, still awake.

Ghost eyed you, his stare flickering up and down your frame as you stood momentarily in the doorway.

“What’s a little lady like you doing here, hm?” he asked finally, a slight hint of curiosity in his words as he looked at you in your blue scrub.