Tokyo Mental Hospital

Xade layed in his bed in fetal position holding his knees tightly to his chest. He let out a soft whimper as he shut his eyes tightly. the men in the white jackets were here again and were trying non-stop to get him to look at them and take his daily medicine and injections. Xade shook his head not wanting to see the rotting people who stood infront of him, it was to much for him to handle. he turned over and looked out then window, his icey grey-blue eyes tearing up slightly. he saw all the beautiful trees and gardens that were out side. he would enjoy going out there but the men in the white coats refuse to let him out of his room. '' Mr Christofer please take these, they will make you better!'' called one of the men. Xade squeezed his eyes shut and in a shrill loud voice cried,'' JUST GO AWAY!''

Asher laid in his bed, glaring at the ceiling. It was completely quiet, except for the shrill cry of Xade. Of course the man was screaming for the men in white jackets to go, but Xade should know that they won't go away. Next to his bed was a broken clock, It was a comfort to him. It reminded him that no matter who, or what, you are you can, and will, break. Asher turned over staring deep into the solid wall, imagining every crack as a new path of life.

Suddenly the door burst open, The men in the white coats were here. They walked , boots grazing the linoleum floor. One grabbed his arm and forcefully pulled Asher up. Of course he just let himself be pulled, he was used to such. "Time for your meds, Mr.Williams." Said the first man.

"...." Asher refused to waste his breath on these men. He used to, but realized that after a few days it didn't mater because no one listened anyway. The man injected him, about six times in each arms but by the fifth one Asher pulled his arm away, spilling his own blood. "...."

"Give me back your arm, We must treat your Moral insanity." He said, grabbing Asher's arm back. But Asher retaliated and forcefully pulled his arm back again, sending the man on the ground. He quickly stood up and promptly slapped Asher, across the face. He injected the boy and walked out, slamming the door.

Asher lay helpless on the floor. his bruised cheek lay against the cold linoleum. He closed his eyes tightly and clenched his hand. He whispered one word.

"...Fuck...."

Xade let out a struggled cry as one of the men had gotten fed up with him and flipped him over on the bed, shoving a needle in his arm painfully. He held Xade down as he continued to wiggle and try to get free. The man shoved more needles in to Xade and then made him take four large pills. All the while Xade kept his eyes firmly closed.'' Boy! Look at me and tell me what you see!'' yelled the guy, grabbing Xade by the hair and pulling hard.

Xade whimpered and open his teary eyes looking at the man scaredly.'' I-I.....you...you're....still rotting!'' Xade whispered covering his eyes. The man sighed and thew Xade backk down on the bed. He left the room quickly as if he were being called somewhere else. Xade just layed in a mess of sheets from his bed. he wiped at his tears and began singing to him self softly, to calm himself down.

Maeve sat in her room, staring with great interest at her wall. For some odd reason, it reminded her of Tetris. Then again, everything did. Her bed creaked from below her as she shifted her weight from her right to her left. It was just about that time of day, the time when the Men in White would come in and force her to eat things she didn't like. Not like brick, she rather liked brick. It had an interesting texture. They also wanted to make sure the 'colors' wouldn't come back. Her head snapped up just in time for one lone man to walk into her room. She sighed, turning her head toward the window.

"It's time for your medication, Miss Hallas." The man said, pulling three medium sized pills out of his pocket. She had learned long ago that the process was less painful and tiring if she just went with it. "Would you like some water with these?"

"Like Hell." Maeve said, snatching the pills and swallowing them with a little difficulty. She hated water. No one could explain it, not even her, she just hated it. She took a deep breath as two more men came in and held her arms to her sides for her shots. Now was the time she wished she had a friend, someone to live for. She felt the needle, once, twice, three times. And just as fast as they came in, they were gone.

"I wish I had something to live for." Was all she said before laying onto her back.

Mike sat in a chair focusing on nothing but the beautiful world outside his window. He felt like he had something with the outdoors, maybe it’s just because he's not allowed out there. He all of a sudden decided he had to use the bathroom, but when he tried to stand up he wasn't able to. Something was holding him down. "Damn stupid hand cuffs" Mike said. He forgot about his attempt to escape earlier, the people in the white coats don’t trust him now. That doesn’t matter to him, because he doesn’t trust them either, he never did.

He sighs because he can’t stand this empty room any longer, he might as well be in hell. Randomly the door that is obviously white like everything else in this room, slams open to reveal 2 people in white coats. "What do you want now" Mike asked. "We want to run some tests on you, but for now you just need to take some meds" the man in the white coat said. "Am I some kind of experiment to you, you think I have problems look at your selfs, I’m not just a freakin item I’m a person for god’s sake" Mike yelled with a temper, he couldn’t handle this anymore.

"You young man, need to calm down" the lady in the white coat said to distract him while the guy stabs the gigantic needle in to his left arm, but who knows what's actully in it probably some illegal drug, knowing them. He's had enough he wants out of this place, away from the people with problems. He thinks it’s amazing how they think he has problems, when they are treating him like he's not even human, like he's just an item, a thing. Just jabbing needles into his body violently .

Maeve heard clanging from somewhere near her room, instantly snapping into a standing position as she moved toward the door. She could still talk around it and see around it. The white was really starting to bother her. She missed colors. She looked across the hall to the other room. She had seen Mike a few times, sure, but she'd never actually spoken to him.

Her eyes were flat and dull as she watched the doctors. She knew what that was like, being held down and basically forced to become an animal. She had been the same way in her first few months at the hospital. Now she just mouthed off to the doctors when she could. Her eyes were somewhat sad.

"Just breathe, Mike, it'll go faster." She whispered to herself before walking back to her bed and laying down.

There was a knock on her hospital room door and a man and woman entered. Both were wearing the trademark white jackets of a staff member at 'the facility', that's what they called the hospital around Alexandra. The small dark haired girls' eyes had immediately focused on the pair as they entered her room, her expression suspicious. " Good afternoon, Alexandra." They said simultaneously. The woman held a clipboard, but the man was hiding something. Alexandra's eyes widened, she knew exactly what this man was hiding. The woman and man came closer to the bed that she was sitting on, but she quickly stood on it and jumped over to cower at the window, just as the man pulled the syringe from behind his back. She wanted to wrap herself in the heavy curtains that hid her from the sunlight but knew she wouldn't be able to, she was too afraid for the light to touch her.

" No! No! No!" She shrieked. Needles, she hated them. And pain, well, she didn't handle pain well at all. Blame that on her algophobia. Her fear of pain while she lived in a hospital where they gave her injections daily usually brought on her panic attacks. She felt sick as the needle came closer. " It's only a small pinch," The man stated smoothly. He was under the impression that it would calm her, he was completely wrong. Her eyes widened as he squirted the air from the needle and the woman came around to grab hold of her. Alexandra stayed still as she stared at the needle with her eyes wide in fear, she could feel the tremors going through her body as she watched the needle come closer. Suddenly, she kicked out. " NO!"

Mike was still sitting in the chair with the handcuffs getting even more uncomfortable, he was getting very impatient. The man and woman in the white coats were still in his room, filling out some sort of papers, but he didn’t pay much attention to what was on the papers. He swore he heard someone whisper…his name? But that’s all he heard out of it. He let go of it because he just figured it was another stupid problem about him. He sees things why not hear things as well; it couldn’t make his life that much worse.

Then something broke him out of his thoughts. “Michael Wolff, you need to talk to us, are you okay” the man in the white coat said. He knew they didn’t care so he decided not to respond. “Mike, maybe it’s a reaction from the meds, this could be…bad” the woman in the white coat said. She seemed worried; He doesn’t like to worry people even if he hates them, so he decided to talk. “I’m fine” Mike said. “Thank heavens, I don’t want to be sewed for killing a 15 year old boy” the woman in the white coat said.

The man in the white coat just walked out of his room, as soon as he said that he was okay, obviously that was showing he didn’t care at all, mike was just a thing for him to study. The woman didn’t care much ether obviously, she just didn’t want to be sewed. No one cares about him not even his parents, they sent him here because they didn't feel like taking care of him. He’s all alone in this world; he wishes someone knew how he felt. The woman walked out of the room, now he’s completely alone.

Asher laid there, still as the walls themselves, for a while before peeling himself from the ground. He closed his left hand over his bruised cheek, it was scorching hot. There was silence. He could tell that by now the Men in White would have already finished giving everyone else their medications.

With one fluid motion, Asher pulled himself into a half standing position. It seemed as though the meds and the slap caused Asher to lose strength. His stomach was churning, and he was about to puke. Quickly he hurried to his bathroom and flung himself over the toilet. His body curved then began to retch, it was so loud that he was sure everyone else could hear him.

For about 20 minutes he continued to retch, now he was glad he didn't eat breakfast yet. After he was done, Asher's entire body was sopping with sweat and the sticky remains of what he ate last night. He sat there, his stomach feeling ready to burst. Asher held onto his pant leg because he started to see it again.

It was a small girl, about the size of a 10 year old. She had long black hair that covered her entire face, and she appeared to be sopping with a sticky read fluid that one would presume to be blood. Asher curled up into the fetal position and cried, he was quietly whispering to himself over and over.

"Don't go crazy....Don't go crazy....Don't go crazy....Don't go crazy....Don't go crazy...."

Alexandra had let out a strangled scream as the man injected the substance within the needle into her bloodstream. They gently placed her on the bed, she couldn't fight them now, and left her alone; opening the curtains slightly before leaving. Her dark eyes were terrified as she stared at the open curtains, feeling to weak to shy away from the light. She began to silently cry, the tears leaving glittering tracks as they fell from her face.

" No, no, no, no.." She whispered, taking great effort for her to do so. " No light.. No.. needles.. No.. slee-" She felt the drugs effects fully kick in as her eyes closed and her mind slipped into oblivion. The darkness in her mind as she slept overpowering her conscious thoughts as her fear became a nightmare once more.

Jay slowly walked through the gardens outside. He had already been up and ate breakfast. His room was spotless as usual and Morta his parrot was on his left shoulder. "We'll going to get better Morta, i promise." Jay spoke softly as he walked. The doctors thought that he mad enough improvements over the past few weeks that they allowed him to go outside to the garden for two hours a day. He knew that there was a nurse that followed him. Jay found a nice little spot by a little creek. There was a boulder, he sat Morta on the boulder and stepped back a few feet. Jay pulled out his sketch pencils and pad and sat down. He began to sketch Morta in the surroundings. After a while, the Nurse that followed him came walking up.

"Jay, it's time for your medicine. I brought you a cup of water as well." The white coat said. Jay looked to Morta and grabbed his medicine and water and downed the pills. Jacob took a sip of the water and then placed the cup next to Morta and she could have water.
"I also need you to take your jacket off and roll up your sleeves." The white coat said as well. Jay did as he was told, he laid his jacket down and rolled his sleeves up. The white coat examined his arms and then wrote something down on their clipboard. "Ok, you have only another hour then it's back inside for you." The white coat said as he walked away. Jay pushed his sleeves down and placed his jacket back on. He sat down and went back to sketching Morta.

Otterly ran the rag one last time over the gold plated name tag on her door, using her blunt fingernail to push the clothe into the etching 'Dr. Otterly A. Bently'. For the past eight years of her service here at Tokyo Mental Hospital she had taken great pride in the pristeen shine the door plaque still held. Satisfied with her mornings rearangements, she neatly folded the now dust sodden rag into a compact triangle and sild back inside her office. The rush of breakfast air still crept through the airvents and Otterly now moved to the only window she had in her office, pushing it open and breathing in a deep mouthful of fresh air. The other office's prided more windows, But Otterly had chosen to take this one on the far side of the building for its views of the gardens. She paused for a moment, watching the few patients who were aloud outside's mournful marching, the white smuge of a nurse scurrying behind them. Like a hawk she followed the path of one of the boys on her ward, tightening the throat button of her hawaian themed shirt, Pink hibiscus flowers cluttering its front. With an agrivated grunt, she pulled her white coat around her body, only the colour stained collar of the shirt peeking through.
"Everything is in order here, now what of the rest?" She asked herself aloud, sliding a small leather bound planner from her pocket. She turned it over between her fingers as though it were a peice of treasure, meaningfully sliding two fingers between the little silver clasp, the letters 'O' and 'B' the upper loop of the 'B' slid inside the O to hold the book and its contence together. With a soft click, the scribble filled pages fell open in her palm, a blue ribbon marking the days date. " Ahh, personal evalution. My first apointment should be here shortly." With the beauty of a giesha and her fan, Otterly snapped the planner shut and pulled the clasp back together before returning it to her pocket. It was her routine, a comforting one. Each task was only rightfully completed in her mind if it fell within the time in marked out planner. Otterly moved away from the window and sat at her desk propped against the opposing wall at an angle. She slid one of the 3 empty picture frames on infront of her to the side a little and sitting in her akward upright postion, stared entently at the door in front of her. The Tremelo melody of the clock highlighting each passing second.

It’s been an hour and Mike still doesn’t know what to do. Maybe he’s not insane but this place is sure going to drive him insane. “My least favourite color has to be white” Mike said out loud. He was talking to him self already and he’s only been in this horrible place for a couple of days, he starts to wonder about the people who have been here a whole lot longer. “IM BORED” Mike yelled trying to get the attention of one of the Nurses or at least somebody.

“Stop acting like a five year old” one of the nurses yelled. “Oh yeah try being stuck sitting on a chair for hours, and being investigated like a new kind of animal” mike yelled back to the nurse. “What ever” the nurse said while then ignoring Mike and going to a new patient. Mike realizes that this place is yet another place full of people who don’t care at all about him, not like he actually believed that anyone would ever care about him.

Mike hears a knock on the door, and just ignores it, but the person comes in anyways. It was the man in the white coat from earlier. "What, you want to cut me open now, and see if my body is made out of pudding or something" Mike asked. The guy in the white coat laughs, "No, im here to make a deal with you" the guy in the white coat said."No, way you laugh" Mike asked. "yeah, its kind of normal for humans to laugh" the guy in the white coat said, while grabbing a chair and sitting across from Mike in his chair. "Oh, well i thought you could be a robot" Mike said. "Wow, so about the deal, you want out of that chair right" the guy in the white coat said. "I want out of hell" Mike said.

Mike decided he's not putting up with the guy in the white coat, he's' had enough of him. what's the other side of the deal going to be? That he can run all the test on him he wants, that he will take his medication. No matter what the deal is, Mike decided he's not going to do any deal with this asshole.

Maeve had been scratching at the wall, trying to break off a piece to eat. It was part of her normal routine. Though, she wished the walls were made of brick. Still, the past hour had been like this. She heard Mike basically proclaim his boredom to the entire world and she stood up, stretching her back and causing it to pop in three places. A happy and airy sigh came out of her mouth before she heard the nurse speaking to Mike. Then she heard the doctor.

"Tsk, tsk, Mikey. Such an outspoken mind, I praise you." She said, not quite a whisper, not quite talking, just somewhere in between. She then saw a few colors off by her door. Sometimes she was thankful for her syndrome, it kept her mind busy when she was bored.

"Pretty."

Xade quietly grabbed his guitar and sat on his bed cross-legged. He began to strum the strings lightly after a few seconds he began to sing a calming tune, well calming to him.
"Coffee and cigarettes are my only escape
I got my cup of Joe, my pack of stokes
And I'm on my way downtown
Set up shop, and sing my cares away
So, won't you sing with me
'Cause it's cold outside, and I'm feeling kinda lonely

Friday nights are always the same in this town
I'm looking up, but I'm feeling kind of down
So, I'll light this cigarette and smoke the night away
And I'll hope that Saturday will be the day
When everything feels okay

Ba da da da da da da da, ba da da da da

Coffee and Cigarettes are best when shared with you
We'll go to Waffle House or your Mom's House
And share a cup or two
Yeah, I have friends, but they have friends
And they have parties, and I'm so akward
So whatta ya say, just as friends, we see a movie
This weekend, alright? Okay

Friday nights are always the same in this town
I'm looking up, but I'm feeling kind of down
So, I'll light this cigarette and smoke the night away
And I'll hope that Saturday will be the day
When everything feels okay

Ba da da da da da da da, ba da da da da.....''
He let his voice travel until it faded out and he sat there still and silent. He felt calmer, much calmer and a bit energetic. Though he knew the energy was wasted on him as he couldn't ever use because he was trapped in the frikke hite walls he so passionatly hated. He looked out the window and saw Jay with his bird near the creek. Quickly he looked away and began to play another song.
(song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6jM-XoL ... re=related)

Alexandra woke up from her forced nap quickly, literally sitting up straight as she was still half asleep. By this time the blinds had been closed for her again, they were opened for an hour each day, and it was still a little dim in the room. She let out a sigh of relief as she allowed herself to sink back on the pillows, curling herself into a ball. She heard singing and the strumming of a guitar in a room not far down the hall, she let herself relax a little as she had no worries of falling asleep now..

The white coat came back over to Jay and watched him finish up his drawing. "Jacob, it's time for you to go inside. You're two hours are up."

Jay looked to the white coat and sighed some. He put his drawing stuff in the bag and picked up Morta. He then proceeded to go inside. The white coat following him. Jay walked to his room and set his bird on the perch while he put his drawing stuff in their proper place. A white coat who seemed angry came into his room, Grabbed Jay and threw him on the bed, two more came in and held him down.

"It's time for your shots Jacob, and you're not fighting us anymore." The white coat said pulling out a needle and sticking it in Jay's arm.

Jay bit his lower lip and they injected some liquid in him. He began to grow tired and dizzy, and after a minute he fell asleep. After he fell asleep the white coats left his room and continue on to their rounds.

After about 2 hours of sitting in the bathroom, repeating the same words, Asher ripped of his shirt. He didn't care bout it, clothes bothered him anyway. He walked out and stared at the same boring ass white walls. "...At least their not padded..." He whispered and sat by the wall farthest from the door.

He started scratching his arm. It started off softly but as he progressed the pain started to feel nice. Asher scratched harder, and harder until his own blood spilled underneath his nails. It was hot and sticky, he could smell the iron in it and the room quickly filled with the smell.

The door burst open and the White coat came in. It was a woman this time, Asher guessed she could smell the blood. She grabbed his arm and dragged him out to the waiting-type room, in front of the counter. She made him sit down and told him not to move. "........"

"Here." The counter lady handed him a new shirt, since she saw that he didn't have one. Asher just swiped it from her pudgy hand and started licking his own blood. When the white coat came back she forcefully grabbed his bleeding arm and pushed something inside the wound.

"Ahhh..." Asher moaned as it started to burn. The white coat wrapped his arm up and then injected him with something. The pain was gruesome, his body was burning up as if he was in hell. "FUCK...IT HURTS!!!" He screamed. It echoed through the corridors.

" FUCK... IT HURTS!!!"

Alexandra sat up with shock written on her features as she heard the scream. It seemed to reverbrate through her ears and sink deep into her brain. She slowly got off her bed and made her way to the door, opening it quietly. As she stuck her head out the door, she could still hear the echo of the male voice screaming. With soundless footsteps, she made her way down the hall in the direction she had heard the scream come from.

No more screaming.. Please don't scream again..

She walked slowly down the almost abandoned hall, trying to not appear too curious as she looked at the nurse at the counter holding a boys arm. He looked to be like he was th one who was in pain and had screamed, she thought carefully.

"...Take it out...." He managed to say, in between his cries of pain. Of course he actually was crying, the tears were hitting his skin and burning it more. "Please....." He said, then looked up at Alexandra. He didn't know her name but he didn't care. Asher reached his hand toward her. "..Help mee....."

By now the Nurse looked at her, her eyes narrowed coldly. "If you know whats good for you, walk away. NOW.." The woman screeched and started poking Asher's arms. Every little touch to him caused pain, pain, and more pain. He hated it, he hated it all. The pain, the nurses, the disorders, the hallucinations, everything.

Nothing could compare to his feeling now. The burning and itching, it was terrible. Asher wondered if this is what slow painful death felt like. "..I..want..t-to......die..." he mumbled in between sobs of agony. Then he felt more pain as the woman started squeezing his arm harder and harder. "I WANT TO DIE!!!!!" Asher yelled.

Otterly tapped her nails onto the wood of her desk. Her cold eyes dashing up towards the clock before narrowing into a hard frown.
"Late, again." she growled breathily as she snapped her planner open once more. Curled her fingers around her parker pen, a christmas gift from the past, and carved a aggressive line through the appointment in the book. The echoes of screaming from down the hall began to bite at her calm. She clicked her pen a few times then abrupty stood.
"If i over run the days plan i will not be pleased." she cursed and marched out of her Office down the hall to where the distubance was coming from Her planner held in a sweaty grip in her hand. Otterly's angry steps squeaked plastic cries into the floor as the screams grew closer.

Turning the corner into the G ward front desk, Otterly was a flash of gleaming white rage, her frigid expression, her mosey hair rolled tightly away from her face, her cold grey eyes focusing on the three people littering her hall way. She stopped infront of them and in her threatening like motion snapped her planner open before them, scouling at them from behind the pages.

"Asher Williams, do you really think you are here to get what YOU want?" Otterly snarled from behind the book. She snapped it shut and glared at the nurse who was obviously unexperimented and inexperienced. The failure of the nursing staff in this istitution enraged her. Otterly then spied the girl in the corner of her eye. Turning in a robotic like manner locked her eyes on her in silence. The look said it all. She didn't want her patients running around playing spectators. She didn't want witnesses.

The dark haired girl couldn't stand to see this boys tears, she hated when others were in any sort of pain. "..Help mee...." The boy begged her, his arm reaching out to her.

She glanced at the nurse who glared at Alexandra as she threatened her, " If you know whats goo for you, walk away. NOW.." She shrieked. The girl stayed still, shock written all over her expression. It was the boys next words that caused her to make her decision.

"..I..want..t-to......die..." She darted forward just as he yelled again, "I WANT TO DIE!!!!!"

Alexandra kicked the nurse in the back of the knee's just as she pulled her arms away from the boy, including the syringe. She kept her eyes on that as she brought her own knee up to kick her in the stomach.

" Leave him ALONE!" She yelled, not realizing the tear rolling down her cheek.

Asher didn't care, he wasn't listening to Otterly. He couldn't hear anything. He was trapped inside his mind, he could feel himself slowly dying. Losing conciseness. His breathing was slowing, and his mind stopped functioning.

His body was doing whatever it wanted to do, it was on auto-pilot. He stood. Ignoring every stabbing pain and walked to his room. Asher went down into the farthest corner of his room and curled up. he started banging his head against the wall. Screaming, louder and louder as he could.

He started to see it again. The little girl, thought he knew she wasn't real he was still scared. "LEAVE ME ALONE.....LEAVE ME ALONE...!!" he kept screaming, holding either side of his head. He was lost, inside a sea of emotions stuck inside his own head. And it all happened so fast that all at once he stopped. Asher didn't move, he stopped breathing and his eyes glazed over.

He was no longer among the living, either that or unconscious.

(No, Asher isn't dead.)

Otterly dug her nails into her planner, inprinting the leather with a sea of curved nail waves as the Williams boy walked back to his room. She snapped at the nurse who bent and rubbing her knees with a tut. "I want to up his meds for the next 2 days and i am schelduling him for an apointment tomorow. Williams will make a great test subject for a new treatment i have been researching."
"Yes Dr.Bently." The nurse whimpered.
The nurse hung her head in shame as the militant like Otterly relaxed her grip on her planner. She now returned her attention to the Anissina Girl. An interesting case. From her file she could think of many ways to punish her for her outburst but she was willing to let this slip should she show some form of remourse for attacking a staff member. This was simply because Otterly felt no sympathy for the lower staff members and secretly got a slight kick from seeing the useless nurse grovel in pain. Otterly folded her arms over her chest, the akward circle of her eye glace poking from her chest pocket, her planner fanning against her arm.
"And what have YOU to say for yourself Miss Anissina? What do we say to the Nurse?" The grey crocs began to tap a squeaking song into the floor as she squared up to the dark haired girl.

The guy in the white coat noticed that Mike wasn’t going to do his deal, so he stood up and took off Mike’s handcuffs. “I don’t get this, I’m not doing your deal” Mike said confused. “Well, I trust you now” the guy in the white coat said while walking out the door and closing it. Mike just sat there, extremely lost, and confused. “How the hell do you trust me” Mike yelled. He was trying to figure out what kind of trick this was when a nurse walked into his room probably for another injection.

Have you seen anything” the nurse asked while standing in front of him. “Strangely, no” Mike said. “It’s cause of your medication, which means it’s working, that’s a good thing right Michael” the nurse said to him. “It’s not a good thing, because now I have nothing” Mike said. “Well sadly it only helps the first time, Michael we don’t want you to be seeing things that aren’t there” the nurse said. Mike was just staring at the door. “Michael, are you okay” the nurse asked with a worried look in her eyes. He glanced at her then back at the door. “Their real, don’t tell me im seeing things that aren’t there” Mike said while then standing up.

“Will you please come to my office, so that I don’t have to drag you there” the nurse said. “NO, im not going any where with you” Mike yelled. “Your such a child, now start walking” the nurse said. “Im not a child, you’re a bitch” Mike said. “Im sorry for caring” the nurse said while dragging Mike by his shirt out of his room and into the hall way that was still nothing but white, couldn’t they have made it blue or at least something other then white. “You didn’t care, no one cares about me” Mike said back in not yet a yell, but not just talking. The nurse just ignored him and started dragging him down the hall by his shirt again. “This kind of hurts” Mike said to try and make her stop.

“Well you wouldn’t walk” said the nurse. She finally got him to her office and made him sit down on the table. “What drug are you injecting into me now” Mike asked. “Shut up, boy” the nurse said. “Sorry, don’t kill me” Mike said. The nurse then turned around and jabbed a needle into Mike’s arm. Mike screamed because of the shock and pain, “what the hell” yelled Mike while trying to catch his breath. “This fucking hurts” Mike yelled once again. “Fuck” said Mike while grabbing a hold of his arm that the needle was in. “Well you wouldn’t shut up so im making you” the nurse said. Mike sat there screaming in pain, this was the worst thing that’s happened to him, this should be illegal thought Mike. "What do you mean by... shut up" mike asked. But next thing he knew his eyes were shutting, and he couldnt keep them open.