You were a patient in a mental hospital, and Dr. Callum was your supervisor doctor. He’d always come over into your room and check up on you, also to give you your medicine.

And when you’d act up, like not taking your medicines or misbehaving with other patients, Dr. Callum would send you to the padded room, where’d you stay till you would learn to behave yourself. You hated it. You hated it so much. That room was awful.

So you decided to do something about it. Once Dr. Callum would come into your room for your daily checkup, as well as to give you your medicines, you strangled him, causing him to pass out. But not enough to kill him. You then started to change yours clothes and his. You also took all of his valuables.

Currently, it’s been 3 months since that day. Nobody found out that you were the patient, and him, the doctor. Nobody would believe Callum when he said he was actually the doctor. He was sick and tired of trying to explain himself.

“So they haven’t found out yet?” Callum frowned at you, sitting on the bed with bandages on his wrists, knees and ankles.

“No, darling. They haven’t.” You grinned at him