After a few seconds of staring himself down, Feliciano splashed his face with cold water to wake him up. He looked again into the mirror, "Mirror, Mirror on the wall—

"Who's the fairest of them all?" Arthur spoke and made Feliciano jump and snap his head towards the sound of the Brit.

"How did you-?" He did not even hear the old door squeak open.

"Magic." Arthur said with his hands raised while wiggling his fingers. "Anyway, what's wrong? You've been acting odd ever since you woke up today."

"N-Nothing" Feliciano looked away. Do I really look that bad?

Arthur folded his arms and chuckled lightly, "Has this place finally gotten to you?"

"I said it's noth—, Feliciano paused mid-sentence and thought about it. Was this place really starting to mess with him? At first he thought Queenswood would be a safe place, unlike his other alternative, prison. He's lashed out at his brother, he could not even talk to his best friend, he looked miserable….the list went on. "I don't know," he finally said while lowering his head.

Arthur's eyes widened, "I-It was a rhetorical question…."

"I know," Feliciano replied sullenly, "It's the only thing I know..."

"Feli—, Arthur began but as soon as he did Feliciano pushed past him.

"Come on, Arthur. We gotta fill out our mood forms."

"O-Okay." Arthur replied as he quickly walked to catch up with him.

After filling out the mood sheets and turning them in, the boys were asked to go to the boy's day room and the girls to the girl's day room. Ivan and Jett raced to the Puzzle Bobble machine and began to play a two player game. Everyone else dispersed and sat in random seats around the room. Feliciano sat at the table and Matthew sat across from him.

"Hey, sport!" Matthew said with a gleam in his eyes, "I betcha' can't wait to get the whole talk thing with Ludwig over with."

Feliciano cracked a small smile, "You must be a mind reader."

Matthew's tone had all of a sudden gotten serious, "You know this will be very emotional, Feli. I had to face my fear and call my brother on the phone and I bawled my eyes out. He did too."

Feliciano remembered the little Canadian crying on the telephone. So that's why he was crying, Feliciano thought. "I don't even know how you could start a conversation after doing something like I did."

Matthew smiled, "Just start it like any other conversation, with a hello."

Feliciano looked at Matthew and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could the coping skills teacher walked in. Everyone sat down somewhere and the class began. Feliciano did not pay any attention to what the lady had to say. All he could think about was the upcoming conversation with his once best friend, Ludwig. What would he say? How would he say it? How would Ludwig respond?

Before he knew it, group therapy began. Today however, there was a different social worker. She was a large, black woman who seemed to act like she was the boss. Feliciano gave her no mind, though. That was the case until she went around the room picking people out and having them speak. He did not want to talk to her about anything. Especially with what was going on right now. He began to fidget as his stomach formed a pit that was sucking him in like a black hole full of uneasiness and worry. Feliciano noticed the door was open and he quickly walked out. As soon as he reached the main desk, he realized he was holding his breath and he finally breathed. He was allowed to leave since none of the therapy provided is required.

Feliciano sat under his room number which was near the front desk. He sat in a curled up position and darted his eyes back to the room where group therapy was. He then averted his gaze to the main desk where he could get a small does of angst reducers if need be. Matt told him that. Feliciano shuddered at the thought of him and what he did. His eyes absentmindedly looked at the bathroom where it all happened. His hands curled into a fist as he slowly rose and began to walk to the desk area. He needed to cool out and the only way to do so was with medicinal help.

"Excuse me," he said quietly to the secretary. "May I have something? My anxiety is through the roof right now."

The older black woman looked at him through her thick frames, "Sure, dear." She then notified a nurse to give him a pill. "She said she'll have it soon. Just wait here."

Then all of a sudden, Gilbert walks up to the desk and sees Feliciano. "Hey, Feli!" He said while leaning on the desk. He then looked at the secretary, "Yo, you got something for my mood?" She nodded her head with a look of disapproval on her face. She then signalled the nurse to give Gilbert some medicine. After a few seconds, Gilbert had gotten impatient, "While I'm still young!"

Feliciano cracked a genuine smile for the first time in days. "Heh, Gil," he said while chuckling and shaking his head. It was nice to see someone take things not as seriously or politely as the others did in a place like Queenswood. Mental hospitals have a tendency to make you feel like the rude one, even though the doctors were intruding on your life. Sure it was for the better, but you just don't look at someone like they're messed up when they injure themselves or even scorn them.

The medicine was taking a long time. However, Feliciano did get his and quickly swallowed it with a sip of water. The water tastes very good, he thought. Maybe it's because it's the only natural thing here.

Gilbert was still waiting for his and was now messing with the nurse, "Hey do ya think you could hook me up with some footballs or bars? I can take like five of those and still stand."

The secretary had gotten irate, "That's enough"

"Oooooh, like you scare me. I'm the fucking toughest one in this bitch!"

"Sir, watch your language."

Gilbert laughed and repeated what she said in a mocking voice.

Feliciano was shaking so much from stifling laughter. He even asked, "Five bars? That sounds like a lot."

Gilbert smirked, "Nah, piece of cake." Then he grabbed the stapler from the desk and before the secretary could yell, and he stapled himself. Jett was walking by and looked stunned and dumbfounded by the scene. Feliciano and Gilbert burst into laughter. Feliciano didn't know if it was from nervousness or pure enjoyment.

Blood squirted out of the two punctures in Gilbert's arm as he pulled the staple out. Jett slowly walked away and Feliciano was trying to stop laughing. Then another nurse came and told him to give the staple to him to put in a Ziploc bag. Gilbert kept asking if he washed his hands before he eventually gave it to him after he said yes. Feliciano was crying he was laughing so much.

The nurse then said to go into the middle day room where everyone else was and wait for lunch with a stern look on his face. Feliciano then followed suit and went with him and waited for lunch while wiping away his tears of laughter.