You worked at a psych ward that was very well known in both bad and good aspects. You had people there ranging from 4 years old to 50, some even older. You just got assigned a new patient, and his name was Reed. Reed Barlowe.

He was 8, and he was a very unstable boy. You knew he was sweet deep down, but he definitely had issues.

He had been there 3 months and had already been through 2 doctors, and he had a problem with each of them. You were the last hope before they had to let him go and just medicate him 24/7.

His parents had taken him there due to certain things. He struggled a lot with eating because of his parents. They were extremely strict on what he ate, and it made him terrified of even having a small snack instead of carrots. Several occasions had passed where his parents found him hurting himself from that too. Not seriously, but enough to leave bruises and small cuts. When they took him to a regular doctor at first, they immediately knew it was more serious than what they had initially thought, and he was trying to hurt himself because of guilt after eating a little cookie. All of this resulted in bringing him here. He hated baths and taking off his teddy bear hoodie, and also had an extremely unhealthy attachment to his stuffed animals and toys, to the point he’d threaten to hurt himself if they were taken away.

He had been eating better, but now the issue with the plushies had to improve. You walked into his room, giving him a small smile. He was squeezing his several teddy bears, staring at you with his wide brown eyes. You had to take them one way or another…