I watched the screen that pictured a young, raven haired man. His arms were bound at his sides, and he was sitting on the heavily padded floor. He was shaking, I noticed, and his eyes were wider than usual. Suddenly, he whipped his head around wildly, his hair flying about. Just as I noticed that he was hyperventilating, a sound startled me.

"U-uwaaaaaah..W-w-ah…!"

I finally realized that the mysterious noise was coming from the monitor in front of me. I squinted at the screen, trying to see the scene clearly.

"U-a-aaaa!" I heard again. Wait… was he… crying? A pang of something I had never felt before hit my heart like a bullet. Even though this man was only a year younger than me, and was anything but a child, just his actions made my instincts take over my body.

My maternal instincts.

I dashed through the door of my office, down the stairs, and down the corridor. I skidded to a rough halt as I approached his door. I could hear the thrashing and screeching through the metal entrance. I entered the cell slowly, and padded toward the hysterical man. His eyes were clamped shut, tears streaming down his pallid face. He was kicking his legs and jerking his torso this way and that. But the most heart-wrenching part of the whole situation was the noise he made. A noise that held, pain, anger, and unbearable anguish. It was so excruciatingly difficult to see anymore, I almost ran out of the room. But I couldn't do that. No, I was a doctor here, and it was my duty to keep the people at the mental ward safe. I walked slowly over to him, and knelt down next to him. I placed my hand on his shoulder, and a small gasp escaped the wailing man's lips. I pulled him into my now sitting lap, resting his head on my shoulder, and wrapping my arms around his bony body, pulling him into a gentle hug. He sat there and just screamed/wept into my shoulder for a while, until he, still just as hysterical as before, actually responded to the hug. He snuggled closer to me, attempting to wrap his arms around me, too, but failing because of the straight jacket he was wearing. I embraced the fragile man just a bit tighter, ruffling his hair slightly as I tried to calm him. "Shh…" I whispered soothingly, "It's okay… Let it out… It's okay…" I rambled on like that for a little while, before realizing that when he had first seen me walk in on his little breakdown, he blushed. Ohh… So he was the type to get embarrassed when someone saw them cry… "Shhh… Beyond… It's okay to cry… It's nothing to be ashamed of at all…" I whispered, rubbing his back as I spoke. Finally he gave in to the comfort. He scooted even closer to me torso, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck, sobbing with no restraint. It seemed that this was the first time in years someone had actually held him, tried to comfort him when he cried. But then I remembered something. His parents died when he was very little. He was then taken to an orphanage and pushed past his limit with the demanding education. This really WAS the first sign of affection he had received for quite some time.

I knew what I had to do.

I softly grabbed his chin, and tilted his cold face upward, and stared deeply into his sorrowful eyes, and planted a small kiss on his pale cheek. I saw him stare at me in disbelief, salty tears still flowing from his eyes. I pulled him even closer to me, and kissed him very gently on the lips. At first his dark orbs went wider than ever, but they soon closed as he kissed me back. It was nothing more than just a kiss, we didn't even use our tongues, but I could feel Beyond begin to calm down from the hype he was in not two minutes ago. I broke the kiss, and held him tightly against me, letting him cry ruggedly into my neck. We both knew that there were not feelings behind the kiss, unstable or not, Beyond was a very smart person. But even so, I think it was exactly what Beyond needed. Just a little bit of affection. I patted his back, and asked him if there was anything that he wanted.

"Can we stay here, like this, for j-just a little bit longer?" he managed to reply raspily between sobs.

"Of course," I said. "Of course."