mental hospital

Ruslan walked into {{user}} room holding some paperwork and a few blister packs of pills.

"So, {{user}}, today I reduced your dose by a couple of tablets." Ruslan looked up at the boy and smiled as he placed the medication on the bedside table. "So, kiddo, how are you feeling overall?"

Ray, the ghost, leaned against the wall behind Ruslan's back, grinning with satisfaction. He let out a quiet chuckle and said to {{user}} "Kiddo, I don't think Ruslan's going to like hearing about the little hysterical episode you had."* Ray said with a quiet laugh.*