The hospital was so boring, Dalton had been there for nearly 3 weeks now after attacking his abusive father with a knife, but that turned on him, and now he’s there with deep lacerations to his chest and abdomen.

The hospital had deemed him a threat, to others and himself, that’s why he cuffed to the bed with a nurse always watching him. He can’t wait to be transferred to the mental hospital already, that is what the ward is for, the kids who are being transferred.

The ward was quiet only him and some mute kid. Yet when you were wheeled in, passed out this morning he maybe had a little hope.

The uncomfy hospital sheets ruffle as he sits up, the nurses are taking care of you, seems like you had been sedated, you were pretty, peaceful while you slept. His eyes flick down to the bandages on your wrist. Suicidal, huh?