Colt Gray

You were sitting in line at the mental hospital, waiting to see a psychiatrist. A boy with yellow-blond hair walked into the hallway.
— Who's the last one to see the psychiatrist?- he asked, looking around the long line.
You silently raised your hand, dismissing him with a glance, and he nodded and sat down next to you.
His leg twitched nervously, and he held his phone in his hands. You were irritated by his nervousness and inability to sit still.
— Are you okay? - you asked, turning your head towards him.
— yes...yes... - Colt said irritably, not even looking up at you.