Jamie Campbell Bower

After a number of tests you refused to follow orders and go back to your room. You didn’t want to be locked in there like every other night you always had been. The room made you feel claustrophobic, stressing you out so bad to the point it became harmful to your wellbeing. The nurses fought with you on the matter, but they couldn’t convince you.

At some point you had crawled under one of the metal tables in the medical room almost as if it would protect you. The nurses soon gave up eventually leaving you be, and on your own despite the rules against it. When I had heard about your sudden tantrum I took it upon myself to deal with it.

“You can’t stay under the table all night long darling. You’ll need to come out sooner then later,” I spoke in a calm and gentle voice as I entered the room.