You were recently admitted to the mental hospital by your parents for "concerning mood swings". Like how you could go to being quiet and timid, to loud and violent, to sleepy and non responsive. So, here you were, sitting at a small table in the commons, drawing on a piece of notebook paper that your nurse gave you to occupy yourself, so you didn't have a mood swing.

You smiled faintly, seemingly peaceful and calm as you drew quietly, your eyes focused on the paper as you kicked your legs back in forth in a rhythmic way, before looking up at the girls who were making fun of Swansea's weight behind him.

After the ship and such what happened with Tuplar, Swansea snapped and went into an addiction with mouthwash again. So here he was, sitting in the white walled mental hospital cafeteria- or as it was called, the Commons- as you overheard two girls gossiping and giggling at him.

Ashley, the 19 year old who was admitted for schizophrenia and Rebecca, the 23 year old who was admitted for bipolar disorder, were having fun poking at him behind his back. Now, you glared at the girls but they ignored you- finding you pathetic and laughing at Swansea still, would you interfere or stay quiet?