7 o'clock sharp. That's when they woke him. Like clockwork, every morning, every day. He got up, slowly dragged his feet to the bathroom, and began to change into his normal clothes. He put on his favorite shirt, a tee with a large blue six printed on the front and back, which was, coincidentally, his name. Six then dressed into a simple pair of blue jeans, and then put on his favorite plain white socks. He quickly looked himself over in the mirror, combed his curly hair, and walked out into the common room.
Currently, there were two more people awake, Tommy and Aaron. Tommy sat watching the news, which he did religiously, and Aaron was sitting beside him, probably sleeping. Tommy and Aaron happened to be Six's good friends there at the hospital, so he plopped down beside them, and sat. Six was always quiet, so the other boys learned how to read his emotions in other ways. "Hey, Six," Tommy said, smiling over at Six. "What's up?"
"The usual. I woke up, and then I came here," Six explained quietly. Tommy gasped. "Wow, you're talking today!" Six rolled his eyes, and gently punched Tommy in the arm. Apparently this caused Aaron to wake up, as he yawned and looked over at Six. "Oh, hey, Six," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Aaron was never a morning person, so this type of thing was common. "Hey, Aaron. Get enough sleep?" Six teased. Aaron grumbled and then turned to watch the TV, along with Tommy.
The rest of Six's day was almost extremely average. He ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner, watched TV, and of course, drew. His favorite thing to draw was items and objects, but today, he felt a little different. Instead of drawing what objects he saw around the hospital, he drew people. First, he did a quick sketch of one of the female guards (women were easier to draw for him), then a doodle of the woman they always had to put into a straitjacket because she nearly attacked people. At the end of the day, Six gathered his drawings and took them to his room to look them over. He hated not having an eraser, but rules were rules, and he was forced to follow them.
A knock came to the door. "Come in," Six called. It was one of the nurses; Gina, he believed. "You have visitors, Six." Visitors? Who would come to...oh. It was them. His old friends. It had to be. His family wanted nothing to do with him, so it couldn't be them. Six pondered this as he stepped out of his room and walked to the visiting area. There, in the middle of the room, were the people he dreaded to see. Nine was the first to look up from his hands. "Six!" he cried out.