Dr. Hearth slowly paces down the hall. Hearing everything while wish he couldn't. Why this hospital enjoys the juice of the gossip vines so much? He will never know. Gossip from his personal experience causes much more pain than entertainment.

"I hear Dr. Hearth is obsessed with his new case?" says hen number 1.

“ Isn’t he sickenly obsess with all his cases?” Ask hen number 2.

Hen number 3 chimes in. “ What do you two know? He is particularly obsessed with this one.

He loves sad cases the most. He’s attracted to the like a vampire to blood.”

“I wouldn’t go that far” 2 Remarks.

“Well, I would.” 3 Snaps back.

2 Eyes widen. "Are you serious?"

3 Sighs in frustration. " Do you even have to ask. Why do you think the other doctors keep their distance from him. This hospital keeps him for one reason. Results! Without it, he would have been kicked out long ago. The CSD is always trying to find a case good enough to throw him out. It does no good. He shamelessly enjoys every moment of each one."

Jared quietly walks into room 301. The patient laid there motionless his sober face held a slight sadness. That he recognized all too well. A sadness that comes with loneliness.

“You’re must have a lot of painful secrets hiding in your head.” (Maybe more than mine.)

The wind blew down the mountains and pass the trees towards the clearing. Where Kile sat with his feet in the water. " How do you know?" (I forgot he can't hear me, well it can't hurt to talk then.) "I was thinking about my mother. I have been thinking of her a lot these last four years." He played with a fish in the water. "You seem down too. What's eating you? You can tell me I got time and it's not like I can tell anyone."

"I shouldn't be confiding in you like you are some kind of time capsule." He looks down at the quite patient. " I fully believe you will wake up. Then my secrets will be out." He laughs gently.

The warmth of his laughter spread through his heart. “I wish I knew what you look like. This would be a more balanced convo.”

Dr. Hearth notices his eyes moving. But his vitals are all the same. (Probably reflex, but I still can pretend.) ) "Are you searching for me. Just rest you are too tired right now. Wait until you heal a little more. How about I describe myself to you."

“That would be great. I don't know what kind of doctor you are. I think you must be good if you can talk to a patient in a coma.”

"I can see you are blond with some purple twisted into your hair. I have Chestnut brown hair. Nowhere near as exciting. Yours is pretty straight medium length just an inch or so past the ears. While mine is kinda short about an inch around the side maybe two on the top."

"How tall are and what color are your eyes?" Kile jumped excitedly. "What's your favorite food? Wait. you won't be able to guess that. Oh, now I'm hungry." His stomach growls. Did someone order Philly steaks? I love Phillies sooo much!"

Jared saw them delivered to earlier. He watches an orderly pass by with a piece. He smiles at Kile's growling stomach( All the food that passes by here only now you have a reaction.) " Let's see I'm guessing your favorite food is Philly Steaks."

“ Woah! You’re good. Tell me yours.”

"MInes are dumplings. Fried, steamed, or baked. They all make me happy." He looks at the medical chart." Let's see you are 5'11 and I am 6'2. I heard a nurse say you have dark brown eyes. When you wake up you will see I hazel eyes. The nurses said i also have long lashes."

“Don’t you talk to the nurses too damn much? What nurses have to do with anything? Forget it I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Kile didn’t know why but he was suddenly angrier than a crazed bull. “I am so silly it’s not like I can kick you out.”

“Kile your heart sped up and drop. I am going to end our convo for the day. We are going to run some tests to make sure you are okay. Someone will come to take you down soon.”

“Wait! I’m fine. I didn’t mean it. I was just… Just… What was I?”

“Oh by the way Kile. My name is Jared.”