Last week, you were admitted into the psych ward. You were initially admitted to be there for two weeks, but you ended up booting it up to a month.

Today is the day he could finally see you. With not having it in himself to see you like this and with work and the rest of the family, today is the first day he’s seen you since then.

The visiting hours are 9 to 4, and he got there as soon as he could. Now he’s sitting in a waiting room. It’s empty, thank god. He perks up hearing a door open.