I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning my head on the wall. The image of Doc laughing was engraved in my head; I shook my head side-to-side, trying to forget about it, and looked at the clock. I rested my hands on my stomach, I think I ate too much; it's making my stomach queasy... I think.

The nurse should be coming in soon. 

I sat on the edge of the bed, and rested my hands on the side.

Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.

I stared at the metal door and counted the bumps on the sides, but I don't know how to really count, and there's too many. I peaked at the black clock once again, and two hours have passed.

Where are the nurses? What if something happened? What if-

The image of Doc popped in my head once again.

What if he told someone? What if he told someone, and they are on their way to get rid of me?

My chest began to hurt and I winced in pain.

Doc wouldn't do that, would he? 

I brought my feet up on the bed and wrapped my arms around my knees and placed my head down. My eyes grew heavy as I felt myself daze off.

"Rasmus."

"Rasmus, please," I heard a man's voice yell. Eyes still feeling heavy, I forced them open. I saw Doc a few inches away from my face.

"Rasmus," His hands shivered has he touched my face. He took a deep breath, nodded, and walked off.

I stayed still and took in my environment.

I wasn't in my room.

I heard Doc's voice from far away, it sounded like he was fighting with someone; I turned my head to the sound of his voice, only to see a light wood door almost all the way closed. A few seconds later, Doc came back and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You scared me," Doc said under his breath, "they found you curled up in a ball."

Doc worried about me? I started to remember my dream, and my body felt hot.

"What's wrong?" Doc asked,

"I- I don't know. It felts like I ate my heart," my voice broke.

"Have you've been feeling like this lately?" Doc asked as he placed his stethoscope on my chest.

"When I close my eyes, I see things."

"See things how?"

"Like if something happened, but it didn't."

"Rasmus, that isn't helping, being you're in a mental hos-"

" I close my eyes when I am tired and I see things."

"You mean a dream?" Doc retrieved his stethoscope from my chest, "Interesting. What do you dream about? Going outside?"

I shook my head.

"Is it with a person?"

I nodded.

"Someone you like?"

"W-what?" I pretended to not understand the question and pressed my lips together. I mean. I think Doc is a nice person, so I like him as a good guy. But then again, I can still recall the dream, and having Doc whisper into my ear-

Doc signed. "Rasmu-"

I sat up and looked away.

"Why didn't a nurse come for my meds last night?"  I asked after a few minutes of silence and turned to Doc and asked

"I told them I'm going to be the one giving you meds-"

"Why didn't you tell me? I was waiting for the nurse."

"Is that why you were curled up? You were waiting?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry," Doc reached out to my direction to pat my head.

"Don't," I firmly said as I moved my head out of the way, "I'm not a damn kid."