I walk into his room at noon trying to figure out if he needs help or not. Chris is lying there, a mass lump of bed sheets and blankets with dried tears on his face. He looks innocent like he doesn't deserve anything that just happened to him.
"Chris, it's time to wake up." I say politely as I go over to him and nudge him softly. He moves a little and opens his eyes just a bit so it seems as if he were blind. He gets up and squints his eyes to the sudden pressure of light.
"What time is it?" He asks me as he stands up and goes inside the washroom. I look at the clock that he failed to notice and shake my head.
"It's 12." I remind him as I start to arrange his bed. I pull the curtains at the back and I check if he needs anything. When I have checked everything I step out of his room into
