~Sweet Home~ || Kidge AU || DISCONTINUED

Never Enough

A/N: This section's song is a cover of "Trust My Lonely" by Alexander Stewart. (Again, just swipe right and play!) It's really pretty so I hope you enjoy the song and the chapter!

Keith walked through his room's door and saw Shyla. He closed the entrance behind him and waved. She waved back and smiled. He put his hands in his pockets as he made his way over to her.

Keith wore a red, plaid shirt with regular jeans. He had fingerless, black gloves and a beaded bracelet on his left wrist. His vision was now completely clear because he had eye contacts. You could see a scar on his right cheek which made him look tough. His shoes were gray and plain. He had the appearance of a normal, 19-year-old boy... kind of.

"Hey," Keith said.

Shyla grinned, "Hi."

"Are we gonna go eat?"

"Not yet. You have to take your medicine before we go to the dining room. I don't want you to go crazy while you eat."

He scoffed, "Looks like today is gonna start off like shit as always."

Shyla rolled her eyes. The woman walked to her left and went down the hall. Keith followed her from behind.

The walkways were filled with drawings and paintings. They were all pretty and kid-friendly. There were little rooms with glass where children got to play in. The mental hospital had always tried to be appropriate for adolescents. Along with that, it also had offices where doctors could do checkups. It seemed like a nice and neat place.

After a bit of walking, they were at their destination. The two of them went through a white door with a window in the middle.

Inside, was a medium sized room with hospital beds and sick people. There were docs and nurses of all shapes and sizes, trying to help everybody. Some of the patients there had feeding tubes while others were getting their regular checkups. There were a few of them who were getting bandaged in areas they had been hurt. This space was like a recovery room.

"Heroes never die!" A little boy yelled. He held up a Mercy toy from a game called, Overwatch.

A girl, who looked about 5, hugged a woman and said, "I love you 3000!"

There was a kid who was sleepily singing the song, "My Boy," by Billie Eilish.

Keith giggled at the sight of kids having fun.

"Mr. Kogane," his doctor, Nadia, said, "have a seat."

The doctor turned around and grabbed a syringe. Keith gave her a small wave and sat down in a chair that was in front of her. Shyla stood next to him. She opened the cap.

Nadia showed him the needle, "Do you remember what to do?"

He nodded.

"Left arm please."

She put it on a bedpan and grabbed a small bottle that was filled with liquid medication. (That's what the little kids would call it.) She cleaned the top with an alcohol swab then filled the small, thin, container with the prescription. Keith rolled up his left sleeve, all the way up to his shoulder, and presented it to the doctor. She grabbed another swab and spotted his palpate. She put two fingers below it and rubbed that area with a wipe.

As she let it air dry, she spotted Keith's legs jumping. "I'll have to do 3 for today but it'll only take a second, okay? Just recall your lesson with the therapist."

He chuckled, "Which one?"

Nadia scoffed then put some tension on his fashio. "You ready?"

"Guess so..."

Keith closed his eyes. Shyla put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

Then, he slowly began to sing, "All the shine of a thousand spotlights." Nadia immediately pierced his skin. He took a deep breath. "All the stars we steal from the night sky will never be enough~! Never be enough~!"

The whole room went silent.

The girl cleaned the small "burst" of blood with a wipe and covered it with a bandage. She got rid of the syringe and grabbed another one.

She detached the top, "Right arm now."

Shyla helped Keith roll up his sleeve while the doc got ready for her next injection. When she cleaned his other palpate, she told him to continue.

He sighed and did what he was told to do, "Towers of gold are still too little. These hands could hold the world but it'll... never be enough!" Nadia gave him his second shot and put another bandage. "Never be enough..!" He held the last word for a long time and added a vibrato. "For me..!"

The specialist said, "Last one's on the finger." She got rid of the needle and got one last syringe.

Keith put both of his sleeves back to normal then showed her his finger. The lady examined and cleaned it. She removed the final lid and held his thumb. She put the sharp object close to his skin and nodded.

"Never enough!!" He sang. He inhaled, "Never enough!" Nadia injected him one last time which made the boy feel a sharp pain on his finger. "Never enough!" He did a clean, slow riff at the end. "For me! For me! For meee!" The doctor cleaned the blood then put the final bandaid on top of it. "For me..."

Keith opened his eyes and blinked for a couple of seconds. His vision was a bit blurry but he could hear people clapping in the background. The nurses and supervisors were in awe as they applauded. All the kids had big smiles on their faces. Shyla was stunned and surprised.

Keith genuinely smiled.

Once he could see clearly, he stood up with Nadia.

"Good job Keith," she said. "That'll be all for today. You should go eat breakfast now."

Keith stood up, "Thanks doc." He smiled and waved goodbye.

"Thanks, Nadia," Shyla said as she did the same.

They both made their way out the door. Keith walked in front this time while Shyla was behind him. All the people in the room were in shock of the boy's voice. His voice sounded like it belonged to an angel.

Once Shyla closed the door behind her, she nudged him, "I didn't know you could sing!"

He giggled, "I can't. Trust me on that." They both began to walk to the dining area. "It was just plain old Music Therapy."

"Music Therapy?" What's that?"

He blinked, "You don't know what that is?"

She shook her head.

"Well, to put it simply, it's literally music therapy. It's supposed to help calm or relax patients whenever they're in tense situations, only and obviously, it's with music. Different people have different methods of this type of therapy. A kid I once knew did it, but it was with a guitar. Then there was this girl at a high school I went to, she had to use a violin. For me, it's singing. It all depends on the person."

"Damn, that's pretty cool."

"You think so?"

"Definitely! It sounds interesting enough to make me wanna learn about it more."

"Oh, really?"

She nodded.

"I could teach you a few things about it as we walk if you'd like," he suggested.

"Yeah, sure! That'd be nice!"