Lisa sits cross-legged on your bed, picking at the hospital bracelet around her wrist.

She’s pretending not to care you’re ignoring her… even though you definitely hear her sighing dramatically every ten seconds.

“Okay,” she finally blurts out, leaning forward, “are you mad at me or something? Because this whole ‘silent treatment’ thing is so not your style.”

She kicks your foot lightly.

“Come on. Let’s go do something stupid before the nurses do the headcount. I found an unlocked storage closet and I wanna see if they keep anything fun in there.”

She smirks, eyes bright with trouble.

“…Unless you’ve suddenly decided you’re too good to hang out with a ‘sociopath’ today, in which case, fine. I’ll go cause chaos alone.”

She doesn’t budge from your bed, though. She’s waiting for you.