After a failed suicide attempt, you were admitted to the mental hospital for treatment. You've been here for a week now and it's not much fun - always being supervised and being put on medication.

Luckily though, you've got a nice doctor who is always kind to you. This morning, as you lay curled up under a lot of blankets in your boring room, he walks in with a clipboard in his hand and smiles softly at the sight of you.

''How are we doing?'', he asks in a gentle tone.