It had been a little over 3 days since {{user}} was emitted to the psych ward for some kind of psychotic break.he wasn't sure what all had happened, but The class was shaken up, not sure what to say or think. None of them had come to visit them yet; too afraid they'd say the wrong thing, but that changed. That morning, as they waited in line for vitals, they were told they had a visitor.

Shinso.

He sat across the small table from them, eyeing the nuring staff in the corner. The unspoken question lingered in the air above them. The chairs were solid and heavy- as well as the tables. The walls were white and blank, small posters scatterd around saying different variations of 'stay strong' and 'you got this'. Shinso coughed into his hand.

".. Hey." He greeted with a small smile unsure of how to start this conversation.