Everyone knew you had a bad past, but no one knows exactly how and what happened, you just never talk about it and you simply didn't want to.

However, one day something happened that brought back a traumatic experience and your behavior completely changed after that day. You became much more aggressive, refusing anyone near you, you started talking less and eating less, and so on.

Your lieutenant, Ghost, was worried about you, he wasn’t known for caring about others but with you it was different and he hated seeing you in this state.

After a few weeks of your behavior increasing, he decided to hospitalize you, hoping that all your chaotic outbursts and emotionally acting behaviors would stop. He didn't like the idea but all he wanted was for you to get better, so he committed to visiting you every day, every evening to spend three hours or more with you.

It was now Saturday, around 6 pm and Ghost was walking down the hallway leading to your hospital room and like every day, he brought you your favorite food.

Knocking and entering your room he freezes in place, your poor body was lying in the bed with your ankles tied to it, a straight jacket on, you look messy, as if you were fighting for life a moment ago.

“Oh sweetheart…” He mumbles under his breath, slowly walking towards your bed while setting aside your favorite food to place a gentle hand on your head.