And then it began.
A noise from somewhere deep in the hospital. A thunk echoing in the hallways. It rattled around the corner, louder and louder, heading right for him. Topher rolled off his bed and covered his head. Three doors down, two, then it hit his and continued on.
More silence.
He dared to uncover his head. The door creaked open and a crack of light fell upon his face.
Realization spread across his face. The drugs. The silence. The dead clock. The door. He smiled. Suddenly, he knew how to get out.
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Saanvi started to worry after a couple of days. Not that this was unusual. She worried about a lot of things, a constant ball of anxiety that spun in her chest, but she never really worried about people. Routines, yes. Order, yes. People? But Isa, Isa got to her. Saanvi was well
