(I'm so sorry I haven't updated this in a while. Almost two months! I'll try to update this more. Keyword, try.)
[Cake's P.O.V.]
While walking the patient to his cell, I realized I don't know where his cell is. This place has three floors! His cell could be on any one of them.
What do I do? I can't ask Taylor or Jacob to help me. I don't know where they are. I can't ask him because he might not tell me or take me to who knows where.
"...Do you know where you're going...?"
He talked to me! What do I do?
"Umm... Yeah... Totally!"
No, I don't. Please help me.
"..."
He seems to be looking at me. He was staring at me. I wasn't quite sure since he keeps his head down. He's making me even more uneasy than I already was.
"..."
"..."
If one of the patients or Taylor doesn't kill me, then this awkward silence will.
I decided to make small talk with him.
"So... How are you doing...?"
Why did I ask that?
"..."
He hates me. I'm sure of it.
"..."
"Could be worse..."
"Oh... That's good?"
I'm just making this worse for both of us.
"You don't know what you're doing, do you?"
Shoot.
"I know what I'm doing..."
"I doubt that."
"Ngh..."
"You past my cell."
"Did I?!"
I'm panicking.
I passed his cell. Wonderful! I don't know when I had gone by it or which one it was. Why didn't he say anything?
He's smiling at me. He seems to be enjoying this.
"I'm kidding."
"Huh?"
"I'm kidding. You didn't pass my cell. I'm just messing with you."
"Heh?"
I thought he was serious! I can't believe he was messing with me.
"..."
And now he goes back to being quiet. Why do you do this to me?! Why?!
Putting that aside, I decided to talk to him again.
"What's your name?"
Again. Great question. Good for me.
"You don't know? I thought you would."
"N-No... We just.. give you guys numbers..."
"Hmm. So what's my number?"
"Your supervisor doesn't call you by your number."
"No. He calls me emo boy and whatnot."
"Oh."
"So what is my number?"
"It's ten-thirteen-eighteen."
"So my date of birth and age basically."
"Y-Yeah... I'm surprised you figured that out. Most patients here think we're just giving you random numbers."
He scoffed.
"Idiots. It's pretty obvious how you're given the number."
"I wouldn't say that... It's kinda hard figure out."
"Well it should be obvious."
"You never answered my question."
"Oh, yeah... My name..."
"Are you going to tell me or...?"
He looked at me, dead in the eyes. I finally got the chance to see his eyes. They were a light shade of emerald. They were somewhat dull, but they still sparkled.
I felt my face getting hot. I looked away.
"Don't look at me like that...!"
"...Sorry..."
"It's okay."
I look back at him. He was looking down and fiddling with his hands.
"..."
"..."
We were now back to the awkward atmosphere.
We passed all the cells on the second floor. None of them seemed to be their cell. With that, I knew we had to go to either the first or third floor. There's a chance I'll be right, but there's also a chance I'll be wrong.
I took the patient to the stairs. I wasn't sure what floor to go on. It doesn't seem like he would tell me which floor to go or anything for that matter.
I decide to take him to the first floor. The patients there have similar cases like him so that maybe were his cell is.
Taking a deep breath, I took him to the first floor in hopes that his cell was there.
