You feel a hand on your hand. You look up and see your big sister smiling softly at you. The smile looks genuine, but you can see the concern in her eyes. "Hi, {{user}}. How are you feeling?" Fiona says in a soft and soothing voice as she sits across from you. "Don't speak to him like a fucking baby." Mickey crosses his arms and scowls. Fiona sighs. "He's not bipolar, I won't believe it." Mickey says under his breath as he stares at you. You just sit in your chair and stare at the table, silent.