The diaphanous folds of the white curtain moved gently from side to side, it's existence placed within the room as if to tease the inhabitant within it of the possibility of an unexplored world outside, and how all one would have to do to peer at the sight was to look close enough to see the outline of the bare branches and the light snow that covered it like frosting from the night before. Breast moved up and down in labored motions, as its bandaged entirety lie coaxed in sweat and the intricacy of the bandage shone through in the most subtle of ways. The unidentified body inhaled suddenly, the gesture large in a way that made it seem as if the person was trying desperately to bring air into lungs that had not felt such a human need in a long amount of time. He then exhaled, and the breeze picked up, the curtains shuffling to reveal cat-like eyes, green as grass, and curiosity never ending as the being peered into the sterile room.

Meanwhile, delicate fingertips wrapped around a coat in an effort to bring some form of comfort to herself as she gazed wildly at the bandaged boy, horror etched between every single crevice and pore on her face as the doctor stood off to the side in a rather stoic manner, his white coat still, just as he was. "Mrs. Grey, I realize that this is a difficult decision to make, but when put into a logical mind set, it would be best if he were to be taken to a mental facilit-"

Brown eyes that mirrored the little boys, turned to look at the man with ferocious intent, her dark hair moving with her in an almost enchanting way that only made the doctor see her as more of a distressed doll as oppose to a distressed human being. "Doctor Lee, I will not have my brother placed within such a place. There is nothing wrong with him, he is nothing but a child grieving over the loss of his parents!"

"There is a fine line between grieving, and becoming delusional. Look at him."

The woman refused to do so and instead turned her head off to the side, sadness shaking her small frame in waves as she consistently held back sobs despite the tears that fell from her eyes and slid down her face in instances that left streaks and smudged makeup.

"Look at him." The doctor would not have a female oppose his word, as his word was absolute, in no matter what situation, which was why his voice became slow and cold, as if he were talking to a child who had failed to do something when asked.

Mrs. Grey looked up like an animal that had been trained on listening, and gazed reluctantly at her brother without further question, tears erupting from her eyes upon seeing the pitiful sight. Disgust ran deep within her veins, acting like some form of protection for what she really felt inside, and that was to say that she felt guilty. The boy, her little brother had become something unspeakable, and something that she felt could not be cured. She had left him in the care of a man whom was an uncle by blood, while she paraded around without a care in the world despite knowing first hand of the abuse that came with being alone with the elder man. She had helped in making her innocent brother corrupt, so how dare she be the one to cry over this fallen angel? The boy who could have been anything, but was reduced to nothing but damnation.

"Your uncle will not sign the papers for him to go to the ward, that is why I am asking you." The doctors words were more softer now, like velvet that was made of synthetic material. "A doctor such as myself can heal exterior wounds, but wounds that are, per say, mental; above organs and tissue? That is for a sanatorium, by which contain doctors that are more trained in that field. As said before, his condition is a miracle, considering the fact that your uncle said that he, quote unquote, hurled himself out of the window. He only sustained damage to his left clavicle and a crack on the back portion of his skull, by which you can see has been operated on. His bandages will be removed within the next three weeks, meaning that all together his hospital stay will be around a month. At the end of that month, if you sign the proper documents, he will then be transported to a mental facility."

The woman tried to process what had been said through tears and horror as she found that part of herself still did not want her brother to go to the sanatorium, but for a reason that did not involve caring for the boy's welfare, but more so the image that would then come about the family. She was the oldest woman now, the only one who could have the pride to be selfish and teach etiquette, and this was surely not something that she had ever been trained for. "Doctor, he is just attention seeking, there is truly nothing wrong with him."

The doctor opened his mouth as if to retort but the woman had stood up and the crying had ceased, almost as if it had been for nothing but a show, or that she had only done it because it was the normal thing to do. "I will not sign the papers. Upon his release, he will go back to my uncle, my uncle knows what is best." She rose up and gathered her belongings, face cold as ice and demeanor baffling in its polar opposite.

"Mrs. Grey! You have expressed your grievances with me about that boy not seeming attracted to girls, the mental facility can help that as well, I assure you!"

"Doctor.." Her voice was laced with sweet intent despite the fact that in reality her very existence was a lie. "If I do change my mind, then you will be the first to know, but for now, my uncle knows what is best. He can eradicate anything."

The doctor was furious at this point, as he had never been so insulted in his entire life, and by a woman at that. By a helpless creature whom should not even have been able to speak without a man by her. It was infuriating, and nothing was going as planned. He couldn't let her walk out of this room, without signing the paper, as he had already promised the facility a new patient. He was already so close to getting so much money. "Mrs. Grey, this is your last chance. Sign, the papers for your brother."

The mans tone sent a large amount of fear into the woman's being as she knew all to well about men who could not control their anger. She watched as the doctor inched towards the door, to close it and lock it, and her eyes went wide as she gripped onto her jacket, hair standing up against the back of her neck as she took a step towards her unconscious brother, as if that could help her in this situation despite his state being that of the equivalence to a potato. "Doctor, what are you doing... d-doctor, why did you lock the door?! I'll... have have you arrested!"

"Pitiful woman."