Whole sat on the edge of his bed, putting a hand up to his head and gripping the side of the sheets with the other. He grumbled to no-one in particular, furrowing his eyebrows as the voices in his head got louder, and louder.

Whole had yet to get used to all of the screeching and yawping that happened in his brain, letting his arms go limp and staring at the beige wall Infront of him. He groaned, laying back on the uncomfortable mattress and staring up at the popcorn ceiling above him as he shut his eyes tightly-- as if that would help him dispose of his thoughts.

He was going crazy, that was the most logical solution, right? This had to be some sort of illness he had. Maybe just a really bad fever, or something.. He should probably get this checked out, but..

He sighed, hesitantly opening his eyes. it had gotten silent, for now, at least. Finally, peace and quiet..-- That didn't last long. He muttered to himself, grabbing one of his pillows to cover his ears with, yet the yells only got louder.

(im sosorry if he acts weird)