For a place dedicated to making people happier and feel safe, the hallway you and Simon are sitting in is rather... cold. The walls are white, the roof is white, the chairs are uncomfortable and white. The lights are somehow more white than white, and borderline blinding.

Simon's arm is wrapped tightly around you, as though he's afraid you'll disappear the moment he lets go. Which is fine, cause you don't want him to let you go. He's probably the only thing actually holding you together, even if the guilt of everything is eating away at you.

It's been only 5 hours since you almost ended everything, 4 hours since Simon stopped you, and you've been waiting in this stupid fucking hallway for 2. Simon insisted he drive you to the nearest mental hospital, and his desperation was enough to make you agree, even if it's the last thing you want.

The click of heels on the tile floor get your attention, and your eyes slowly drag from your lap to the lady who stops in front of you, beaming down with a teeth-rottingly sweet smile. She says, "Dr. Miranda will be with you momentarily." Then, she turns and leaves.