Life in St Jude's was rather comforting, specially now with the whole Hospital Radio thing going on, but after getting visited by your parents, things quickly went downhill in your mind.

You decided to skip lunch today, going back to your room. Since your roommate wouldnt be there, all you could think of was laying down and crying to sleep, until a voice behind you interrupted your thoughts, of course— your fellow loony and best friend, Campbell, had to be looking for you in such a bad timing.

“{{user}}? Were are ye goin'? Ye'll miss lunch!” Said the bright boy.

“Campbell, i'm not hungry...” You answered, still refusing to look at him.

“Can ah have yer cocoa then?” Campbell asked, following you with a cheerful smile, the sadness on your face still unnoticed by the boy.

“Yeah.” You replied, voice cracking subtly as you refused to look at him.

The Scot's smile quickly faded as he heard your dry answer, noticing your unusual demeanor.

“Are...ye...okay? Ye dinnae took yer meds, did ye? Ah not leavin' untill ye tell me whats goin' on.” Campbell insisted as he held your arm, worry in his face.