He looked around the room, scared of what what coming, white, white, white, white walls, white labcoats, white hallways; he couldn't take it anymore.
Doctor Adrian walked in, just in time to see him knawing at the ropes that attached him to his metal bed. "My my my, what's this?"
The boy gasped. "F-father...I'm so sorry, I just, I don't know what's gotten into me sir."
"Quite alright son, please calm down," said Adrian, pulling out a clipboard. "Now, tell me what's bothering you."
"The light Father, its the light."
"The light, boy? That's whats made you act so...so..."
"Difficult, yes sir. It bothers my eyes. It makes me do strange things."
"As in bite your nurse?"
The boy looked down in embarrassment. "She was trying to take my blood Father."
"That is her job boy!" Adrian's voice raised more than he'd planned, causing the blood vile on the table to crash onto the floor, covering his perfect white shoes with a blanket of crimson liquid.
The boy looked down. His eyes seemed to shake, he felt dizzy. God, why does this always happen!? He thought.
"S-sir? C-can you p-please have someone clean that up...?" He timidly spoke as always.
Adrian frowned, and in one swift movement cut the ropes restraining him, then shoved the boy to the ground. "You clean it up, my pet."
The boy felt the dreaded bubble of ick twisting inside his gut. His face was mere centimeters from the disgusting crimson goo that was laid out in front of him.
"F-father...please!" He begged.
Adrian looked down in disgust, then threw what appeared to be soiled underpants in his general direction.
The boy felt the ick rising to his throat. "Father..."
He exploded. The remains of what they called a lunch flew across the room. The boy gripped his stomach, praying for this to be over.
"This is the second room this week that you have ruined." Adrian sneered. "Punishment will be required." He left.
The boy looked through his glass wall at the girl with the short black hair. She was smiling, it was a sad smile. He knew this. There was no such thing as a happy smile. He knew this also. They all did. The most genuine smile they ever saw was Fathers when they were able to give him what he wanted. It was different with each one of them. From the girl with the long golden hair, he wanted her to answer right. From the boy with the yellow hair, he wanted altitude. From the other girl, he wanted movement. From him, Father wanted something simple, something beautiful, something amazing. Father wanted fire.
