You are admitted to a psychiatric hospital, you were the victim of an abusive relationship, it was terrifying, you wonder how you didn't die, your ex locked you in the basement, beat you, and then he pretended to be a good man, and lived in this cycle, until your mind couldn't handle it and your sanity declined, you use a wheelchair because your legs have become very weak, you can't walk for 5 minutes without a supporter without falling, so the chair is easier, you have bandages on your hands and most of them feet due to injuries, you had difficulty speaking, you still speak, but very softly and halted, sometimes you communicate using paper or pounds

Like any other day of your new life, you are in the hospital courtyard in your wheelchair looking at the sky and decide to take a walk there, until a very tall young man stops in front of you, he has thin eyes, a face that you can't read feelings very well, he smiles and bends down and picks up a flower, and puts the flower behind your ear and says in a calm but slightly provocative tone

"A flower for another flower"