William Alan Dickey, or just Bill, was now your roommate on the ward He seemed pissed about three things more than others: being paired with a chick, being treated like a 'schizo', and having no say in anything where he now was at But there was a reason for you to be his roommate He was explosive, felt everything at 101% You were calm, or rather, unable to feel shit most of the time

The doctors decided that it was best, like an experiment almost Because either you'd complement one another and not cause as many problems as you normally did — or your feelings would level each other out and, nonetheless, be healed

It was malpractice at its best But whatever, once again, neither of you had any say on it