Y/N POV:

When they returned me to my room my body still in so much pain I sat on my bed worried and scared why do they do this to us? why? how does this help us? how does torucher equal medicine? how will this solve our problems? why wont anyone help us?

I sat up in bed for a moment the only bright light in my mind the fact I could get to see thomas again, another soul suffering as much as me, It was nice to see another person that isn’t secretly conspiring to hurt me as crazy as it sounds after everything I have been though today, what hurt my heart most, was that I missed him, I missed his cute little smile, his fluffy messy hair, his cute little laugh, his sweet determiner, his adorable brown eyes, I just, I missed him. then I remember he dropped some paper when he left today so i went under my bed and grabbed the bit of paper and looked at the drawing it was a cute little black cat with big blue eyes it was so sweet so i got a pin from the pin board by my bed and put it up on the wall by my bed and put my head on my pillow trying to get some sleep even though the screams and yells of the other people around here I woke up to a familiar face Dr carter stood over me with his normal paperwork on his clipboard

“Morning sweetheart” he smiles at me

“Morning” I answer briefly

“You must have been very tried” he smirked at me

“Yeah, late night” I answer with a shrug

“Oh… its alright sweetheart” he smiled at me “what’s this?” he asked looking at the drawing I put on the wall

“Oh Its a drawing” I answer a bit worried what he would say about it

“Did you do it?” he asks very angry with me

“No, Thomas left it here yesterday by accident, I just wanted to keep it safe for him” I explain

“Very well, your not meant to draw your music therapy if you want to do something play” he said to me so I nod “Well I will see you later” he smiled giving my head a kiss so I sighed collapsing back onto my pillow as I heard him leave but then my door was opened again and closed again Maybe it was food till a sweet voice spoke up

“Morning Y/n” I heard Thomas say so I sat up so happy to see him again

“Thomas!” I say happily trying to hug him but he moved back in shock “Right sorry” I sigh

“It’s okay, You just surprised me is all” he shrugged sitting in the chair by my bed again “I missed you” he blushed

“I missed you too” I blushed

“Y/n? Can I ask…why your in here?” he asks

“does it matter?” I ask

“Just so I know like not to do something and stuff” he blushed

“extreme schizophrenia, Depression, Needle Phobia, Insomnia, occasional irattic outbursts the list goes on really” I explain

“wow! I wouldn’t Have guessed that, How long have you been here?” he asked

“my whole life, I was born here, and I will likely die here” I explain

“That makes a lot of scene” he laughs

“How so?” I ask

“You didn’t know what a plane was Darling” he laughed

“I guess it is a bit obvious” I laugh “Your not stuttering anymore?” i ask a bit confused

“oh yeah, They upped my med’s said I was doing it so much they had to triple my dose, But its fine, they keep me calm” he explained

“How calm?” i ask

“Well i cant feel my left arm” he laughs moving his sleeve a little showing all these little patches

“Oh cool your on them” I giggle “I wish I could get put on them, they look so fun, I’m still on needles” i sigh

“Poor you, they had to with me needles didn’t do very much they struggle injecting them with me, and the swallow pills just got wasted they just made me sick” he explains

“what about the…ones” I giggles

“Yeah they tried I started hoarding knifes and trying to stab anyone that came near me so they put me on these” he explains “caffeine, morphine, something I don’t remember, some super fancy thing and nicotine” he explains going down his arm explain what each one was

“why nicotine?” I ask

“smoked before I got here they had to keep me on it, else I get very irritable” he explains

“What are you in for?” I ask

“depression, extreme social anxiety, arachnophobia, Needle phobia, Arctophobia and a few more” he explains

“Arctophobia ? whats that?” I ask him

“I would rather not tell you” he blushed

“Please tommy” I beg

“Fear of teddy bears” he sighs

“what?”I giggle

“They freak me out, they just sit there starting at you with there creepy eyes” he says

“I get it I guess, Im not big on those china dolls for the same reason” I smile “then whats with the leaning and panicking thing then?” I ask

“I don’t like people touching me, anyone for that matter, I’m not even really that impressed with other parts of me touching me,I like my personal space that’s all” he explains

“Oh” I giggle

“Y/n can I ask you something?” he asks

“Sure” I smile

“Dr Carter he…Calls you sweetheart…why does he do that?” he asks a little worried

“I’m not too sure, he has for as long as I can remember he’s kinda like a dad to me I suppose My mother died in child birth when having me, and I never knew my father, he delivered me when I was born he’s kinda family” I explain

“Oh my god” he says shocked as the door opened and a nurse stood their

“Thomas, its time for therapy” she smiled and I saw his face he turned as white as a sheep he looked so scared like he was about to cry

“No please” He begged but she simply grabbed his arm and tried dragging him out the room “NO PLEASE!” he screamed as they took him away somewhere else

I sat worried for a very long time terrified about what they where doing to him it got late and I hadn’t even heard them put him back in his room yet but I was getting tried I had to sleep I had music therapy tomorrow morning so I went off to sleep When I woke a woman was getting me up and getting me dressed into my clothes for the day into one of my little blue dresses and leaving me to brush my hair so I sigh putting a brush though my hair even if I don’t have a mirror and going off to the main hall I then noticed all the music stuff had been moved to one side of the room and the other side was full of tables and such the art Therapy class must need our room this week again so i went and sat with the others all of us here for different reasons know one speaking at all as the art group came in as well and all sat at the tables and such and with them I saw thomas he looked awful he looked stressed and worried and his head was lightly bleeding but was covered lightly with a bandage he had on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans but they may have been black it was hard to tell in this light with a lot of colorful paint marks all over them and a shirt with some logo on it for what I didn’t know and then a over shirt that wasn’t done up at all and had the sleeves like normal rolled up to his elbows he sat down at a little thing I was unsure what it was and began drawing something on it I sat and watched for a moment it was so peaceful and relaxing to watch him draw “Y/N!” Dr carter shouts as a warning so I nod as everyone In the music groups begins to play so I plaid the piano with them my attention often going back to thomas’ drawing till “Y/N YOU MISSED THE CUE!” Dr carter yelled at me

“Im sorry” I reply trying not to cry

“start again” he yelled I looked over to thomas again he had now seen me and was erasing a bunch of lines on the thing he was drawing and still watching me so I started again and got to the cue again and began to sing like I was suppose to and I saw in the corner of my eyes one side was Dr carter smiling at me at last happy with me today and in the other side thomas sat completely stopped what he was doing to watch me his eyes wide and he seemed to be smiling at me

“THOMAS! Your in art therapy not music, so kindly stop watching Miss Y/l/n and get back to work” The art doctor Yelled at him making me giggle a lot as everyone stopped

“I was just listening, she sings so beautifully” he smiled at me

“I DON’T CARE!” the art doctor Yelled

“Mr Peters, Relax, those two are my little experiment” Dr Carter told him “Let him listen, and she can watch him if she likes” he explained to him making both me and thomas blush and giggle a little this went on for the whole class just either me watching him or him watching me till the music group all went as did the art group except me and thomas

“Hey” I giggled

“Hey” he smiled as I moved over to be sat with him on his little stool thing he was sat on but he began to panic

“Right sorry” I blushed moving away from him a little

“You sing amazingly, your really good” He told me

“Thank you tommy, You draw so well, what are you even doing?” I ask looking at it i couldn’t work it out

“I’m not sure yet, Im making it up as I go along” he shrugs making me laugh

“It looks pretty so far” I tell him

“thank you” he blushed before we both just sat happily in the quiet before I moved a little closer to him so our legs where almost touching and he looked very scared and worried like I was coming at him with a knife or something and he began to lean away from me but I lightly and carefully pulled him back how he was before so not only our legs where just touching but our arms too his breathing increased a lot and his heartbeat went up a lot and we both sat very still “this is kinda nice” he blushed

“Baby steps tommy” I tell him resting my head on his shoulder for a moment he panicked again but he relaxed a little not completely but a little

“Yeah, Baby steps” he blushed his eyes meeting mine for a moment before they flicked down to my lips for a second over and over until we both began to lean in Until the door opened

“Y/N Therapy now” Dr carter said grabbing my arm and dragging me off to Room 13 and strapped me to the table again making a bunch of notes on my paper work what I couldn’t see he clearly knows I like being able to read it “you and thomas are getting along well” he smirked

“Yeah I guess” I shrug a bit giggly from almost having my first kiss

“Good” He smirked

“Dr what is me and thomas suppose to prove again?” i ask

“That social interaction is good for patience and that it can boost there health physically and mentally, for example” he says “did you even notice I’ve been stood preparing your needle since we got in here?” he asked

“no I hadn’t actually” I reply

“exactly, your not so scared of getting a needle your not screaming and jumping around the table at the mere mention of a needle because while i was doing it I got you talking about thomas, and you didn’t notice was is one of your biggest fears, that’s good it means progress is being made” He explained “You like thomas don’t you sweetheart?” he asked me

“Oh course I do, I would kinda class him my friend now” I giggle

“Not like that sweetheart, I mean like, Like him” he smirked

“I hadn’t really thought about him like that” I blush

“Lier, I saw you two about to kiss, I wasn’t born yesterday” he explains giving me my injection

“well I uh…” I stutter

“Relax sweetheart that’s just we expected you to do” he smirked before the nurses came in and began shocking me

“AHHHHHHHH! STOP IT!” I scream before they upped the volts “PLEASE STOP IT AHHHHHHHHHHH!” I scream “HELP US!”