Venice twitched nervously as the patients were brought outside for their sailing gardening activities. Something the doctors thought would help.

He didn't like it. Because when they gardened, everyone had things they could stab him with. Hurt him with. He could get hurt.

Venice wasn't paying attention. Not that he'd admit that it was his fault, but someone bumped into him. They fell to the ground and Venice stiffened, eyes widening as he glared down at them.

"Watch where you're going."