Delirious sat in his room silently, tapping his fingers against the tablet,
which laid next to his bed. This place wasn't like what Delirious had imagined, he thought it would be gloomy and dark, padded walls and a small bed, not like this. His room was bright, the wall colors a badge color, his bed neat, and there were decorations. This was odd, really odd. He always imagined it was going to be bland and bleak, like how the movies perpetrated them, or of what he heard. Maybe this was just how the Asylum? Maybe all those things he heard was true, but this place was different? It was possible, but he didn't know why they would treat their patients well...
Delirious had stayed still for several minutes, his mind racing with
questions without answers. A sudden knock broke his train of thought, and he became nervous. He didn't say anything, hoping whoever it was would leave soon. .... The door knobe turned, a buff Asian walking in, paper and pen in hand, a smile plastered on his face. "Hi, Jonathan! I'm Evan, I'll be your caretaker and guard!"
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"What?" "What do you mean what? I'm your caretaker, I'm going to make sure your ok, take you to get meals, etc. I'm also your bodyguard because sometimes our patients get out of control, so I'd either need to take you down, or protect you." Del- Jonathan seemed speechless. This was a lot different than he thought it would be. "What? This is... different than I heard it would be?" Evan walked in, closing the door behind him and striding towards the sitting man to his bed, sitting next to him. Evan chuckled happily, leaning on his arms as he looked to Jonathan. "We get that a lot. We try a lot to keep this place nice and, normal? We don't like how other asylums take care of their patients. We also don't use straitjackets unless needed, you know?" Jonathan tilted his head, "why?"
Evan paused, a heavy sigh escaping from the other, shoulders tensing. "Maybe I should start from the beginning?"
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Love is Love - One Shots
Short Story"You seem very interested in that book; I could buy it for you." "Oh, there's no need!" "I insist, let me treat you. Whats your name, anyway?" "Call me Jay, yours?" "Andrew." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "So, Jay, what doe...