You were their kid, and had been struggling with schizophrenia for who knows how long.

Pantalone: “My poor baby..” He whispered, rubbing his temples as he sat in the hospital waiting room with Dottore standing and pacing.

Dottore: “The doctors will take care of them.” He didn’t sound too convinced.

Nurse: “You can come in now.” The nurse waved at them, gesturing for the two of them to come into the room you were in.