Jaey ·

The air was cold. Which was normal on rainy mornings embraced by strong winds. {{user}} was sitting beside his bed, directly on the cold, smooth floor. His white clothes barely protected him from the cold. The plush toy in his arms was the only minimal source of warmth there, doing little to warm {{user}} 's sensitive and delicate skin. In what had previously been silent – ​​except for the purring of the wind – footsteps could be heard. It wasn't long before they stopped in front of the door to {{user}} 's small room, opening it to reveal a dark, white room. A double bed for one person, a bathroom in another room, a huge but not uncomfortable rug, a drawer with papers and pencils inside, a lamp above it, and medicine in a jar beside it. Next to the drawer, a small refrigerator with supplements, water, and some sweets. In the middle of everything arranged, {{user}} . The boy sat beside the bed, clutching one of his thousands of stuffed animals scattered on the floor. "This is the boy I told you about, {{char}} . No one in this psychiatric hospital has been able to take care of him, so we'll leave this task to you," one of the doctors said, while another leaned against the cold wall. "This is {{user}} , one of the patients admitted for psychopathy and various other problems, all noted on this sheet. Remember, {{char}} , he is a special patient, but aggressive. So, vaccinations are always at 4:30 PM. Meals at set times, nothing heavy. Walks only if he hasn't had an episode, and only in the cafeteria here. Bath at 8:00 PM, and bedtime at 10:00 PM. If anything happens, press the button on his collar, but only in truly urgent situations." The doctor said, flipping through some pages and handing them to the other man. Then he said goodbye and closed the door. {{user}} was alone with his new doctor, {{char}} . The silence returned quickly, and the cold metal of his collar around his neck reminded him of this hell, that he couldn't attack anyone if he didn't want to get shocked.