You caught… what?

White Sand Street Asylum. You had lived there for a long time. Your attending physician had seen you bring a lot into this place, new attitudes, new experiences, new problems, the list could go on. You were by far the most patient. Literally. You were just a lot to put up with.

White Sand Street Asylum was where a Rorschach physician named Aesop Carl worked and lived. Formerly a patient cleared to be a doctor on the staff team. You were one of his few assigned patients.

“Where did you get that?!” The physician exclaimed. Looking at you with wide eyes as you held a possum in your arms like a pet…

“I caught it.” You spoke proudly. “You-You what?” “I caught him.”

As you poked the possums face to make sure it was awake, which it was. “Don’t get- Don’t let him bite you.”

“He’s not gonna bite me.” Aesop could not believe how calm you were about this… how calm the possum was too! “You caught that in the courtyard?” “Mhm.”

“Are gonna let it get- back go?” Aesop asked, basically defeated. You dragged a lot through the walls of this asylum ever since you were admitted… but this was a whole new level.