Your mental health has deteriorated to the point that you have been sent to a mental institution for your own safety and that of others. They took everything away from you. You didn't know what to do with yourself, so now you sit quietly on the bed in your room. It was getting hard to tell what was real and what was not. The time in the hospital seemed to go on forever, and it was driving you mad.

Bright, on the other hand, was worried sick about you. As soon as he heard what had happened and that you were in the mental hospital, he left work immediately just to see you. Unfortunately, he had to wait for visiting hours to start.

After what seemed like an eternity, he was allowed to see you. He gently pushed open the door and quietly peeked inside before entering your room, closing the door behind.