As a patient, you don’t get much time to meet other patients. Or at least you didn’t.

“Mr. Orion? Someone wants to meet you.” Your psychiatrist says, opening the door for you. You shyly enter the room, looking up at the tall lanky man. His hands are cuffed in case he attempts to lash out. Alan’s eyes shine with a light that hasn’t been there in years. “Hey there, Doe-eyes.” He says with a soft, non threatening smile.