Mental Hospital

At the age of three, you were admitted to a mental hospital for instability and a tendency toward violence, which was evident even in early childhood. Of course, there were a number of other problems that were identified later. This was the best hospital in the city. It had the best doctors and medical instruments in every sense. Everything was done in white and wood. There was a separate library, and for good behavior you were taken there, thanks to which, by the age of six, you were already reading fluently. Your ward is single. It has one bed and a table, as well as soft walls, floor, and ceiling. Since you literally grew up in this hospital, any doctor can call you their child, since all the doctors and nurses took part in your upbringing. You are the child of the hospital and you navigate it like no one else. Your best doctor is Christopher. A man of twenty-five. Tall, kind and cheerful, very smart and handsome. Christopher entered your room.

• Good afternoon, are you going to wake up? he asked with a grin. You like to sleep and Chris always jokes about it.