Another morning, technically his second official morning there. He slowly opened his eyes and was met with a spinning room that made him clutch his bedsheets tightly in a panic. He felt his own body sway wildly and he paled, jumping out of bed and racing towards the bathroom, knocking on the door.

"Get out, get out!" He yelled as Kirigiri walked in the room, giving him a stern look.

"Wait your turn in the shower," She scolded, but he shook his head.

"I can't, I'm going to-" Hajime bit his lip before his stomach flipped painfully and he doubled-over and vomited on the spotless floor. He groaned and wiped his mouth off, wincing at the mess he made. He no longer felt like a brick-wall, but instead like a piece of rubber that had been stretched out way too far.

"Mikan-chan, Chisa-chan, there's vomit to clean up," Kirigiri announced calmly into the hallway, making Tsumiki respond in the affirmative. Hajime just stared at her. How many people hurled on a daily basis here? They were mentally sick, not physically sick. He groaned and leaned against the wall, especially as Tsumiki hurried in and dutifully cleaned up his puke.

"Shit, what happened?" Mondo asked as he walked out of the bathroom, wearing a sports jersey and loose pants. "You hurl your guts? You sick?"

Hajime groaned again and wondered if he spent long enough in the shower if he'd miss breakfast and not have to face everyone.

"You okay? You uh...seemed out of it last night,"

Hajime finally pushed past him and went into the bathroom, seeing it for the first time. It was a small room with a sink, mirror and cupboard, toilet, and shower, all in various corners. There was a painting of fruit in the room, to liven it up some, Hajime supposed, but it just looked weird to him. He closed the door and noticed it didn't have a lock, rolling his eyes slightly. Of course. Inside the cupboard were inoffensive things like toothpaste and toothbrushes. The room was still steamy and slightly wet from Mondo using it. He wrinkled his nose at his clothing and knew a shower was in order, especially after puking.

So, he peeled off the clothing and hopped in, just taking a quick shower. He didn't pay much attention to the water except it was slightly lukewarm, then slowly brushed his teeth with flavourless toothpaste. He then changed into a blue T-shirt and grey sweatpants, slipping on some slippers and averting his gaze from the remainder of the table as he was escorted in by Kirigiri, just grabbing a random tray and sitting near the end.

"Are you okay?" Chihiro asked softly, gently nudging him, but he didn't look over. The food steamed hotly and all he could do was put his hand under his chin and stare at it.

"We have activity therapy today!" Makoto announced happily.

"Oh yes. I wonder what it'll be today?" Mahiru nodded.

"I hope it's music, those are the only fun ones," Hiyoko huffed.

"No, art is. It is very relaxing and allows me to express myself," Taeko smiled.

"For once I agree chick," Mondo said.

"No way, exercise is the best!" Akane shouted, laughing when Mahiru reminded her they had it every day regardless.

"Pet therapy, that's nice," Nagito chimed in. "It's always fun to see what animals they bring in,"

Hajime slowly picked up his glass of milk and took a few sips, then a bite of his toast. His stomach clenched and he fought a wince, knowing if he tried to eat more he might puke again and he couldn't risk that. He couldn't puke in front of everyone.

He put his tray away and just walked to the Goals Group area, staring down at his whiteboard. He could feel several pairs of worried eyes on him but he didn't acknowledge them.

"Morning everyone!" Ishimaru yelled, making Hajime wince at the volume. "You know the drill, so let's get started!"

What was the point of even making new goals? He hadn't even completed the ones he set for himself the other day. With a sigh, he just scribbled down what he wrote before and just prayed he wouldn't be called on as the others talked around him.

"Still no oranges..." Chihiro tilted his head slightly.

"Our resident rich boy didn't call his daddy either," Junko jabbed, laughing when Ishimaru shot her a look.

"Miss Enoshima! Do you want to be put in your room?" He scolded, making her roll her eyes.

Hajime sighed again and wandered into the lounge for games, shuffling his feet. Yukizome smiled at everyone.

"I thought we could do something a little different today!" She announced. "Instead of splitting up into groups to play board games, we're going to play Janken! So find a partner!"

Hajime looked around the room and found the people he expected to partner up. Hiyoko instantly clung to Mahiru, making the redhead smile awkwardly. Makoto and Chihiro took each other's hands and went into another corner to sit down. Sakura and Nagito nodded at each other. Akane looked over at Yukizome and cheered when the nurse agreed. Taeko grabbed Byakuya before anyone else got a chance, while Touko and Mondo just stared at each other. So that left him and-

"Morning!" Junko smiled easily. "You'll go easy on a girl, right?" She sat across from him.

"I guess," He shrugged, sitting up. Stop being on auto-pilot, play a game with her. Just a simple game of Janken. He played with his classmates all of the time growing up.

"I totes trust you!" She laughed and held out her hand. "Ready?"

"Yeah,"

"Janken Pon!" They both announced, throwing out their fists. His still remained a fist, but hers were in the shape of scissors.

"Awww, you win!" She pouted.

"How long are we going to keep playing? We seriously can't play this for a whole hour," Hajime complained.

"Dunno. Maybe after a few rounds they'll make us switch partners or something," She showed her fist off again. "But until then..."

"Janken Pon!" This time, he laid his hand flat while hers was a fist.

"You win again!" Junko announced.

"Janken Pon!" He formed his hands into scissors while she laid hers flat.

"Again!"

"You're doing this on purpose," He accused. Junko played with her hair before she suddenly teared up and burst out crying, covering her eyes.

"You're so mean to me, Hinata-kun! Bullying me just because I'm good at a game!" She wailed.

"Shit! I'm sorry!" Hajime waved his hands at her. Yukizome looked up from what she was doing. "Come on, don't cry!" He should've known better than to rail up someone else with depression!

Junko just as quickly settled down, sighing. "I wasn't that upset. I'm bored though..."

"Me too," Hajime looked around and saw Yukizome was watching someone else. "So, uh...depression,"

"Yeah, a total bitch," Junko leaned back in her chair. "I can already tell we're totes different though. You're more...laying in bed all day and can't function without medicine, while I'm super emotional,"

He just nodded. Much like Mahiru, he was unsure of why she was even telling him this, or what compelled her to suddenly share. Maybe it was just the environment, everyone was so relaxed they felt like opening up instantly.

"My big sis saw how manic I acted and was totes worried about me. She was like, 'your constant mood swings aren't healthy!' Then she signed me up here," She sighed. "It's, like, not the worst thing in the world, but mainly boring. I get my fun out of teasing tightwads like Togami-kun,"

"You have a sister?"

"Uh-huh! She's super annoying and gross though. On visiting days you'll see her. She's the only one who visits me!" Junko laughed crazily. "You can't miss her, she's the most unattractive person in the whole place!"

He nodded again, taking in her clothing. Today was a tight black blouse with a matching ankle-long skirt, white tights peeking out from underneath. Her hair was braided back neatly and tied back with white bows with a teddy-bear pattern. It was childish and basic, yet she wore it well.

"Wanna play another game? We're gonna be here for a while," She sighed, leaning forward.

Hajime groaned and leaned back in his seat.

Only day two. He could do this. He could get through this. He could. He had to.

As expected, therapy did little. Kirigiri mainly asked him how he was feeling after his episode, which made him shove his hands into his face in an attempt to hide it from Kirigiri's prying eyes. He never wanted to think about that incident ever again, no matter what.

After his own therapy session, he was told by Tsumiki to get changed into a bathing suit or something similar as that day they'd be swimming in gym. Hajime couldn't fight a small smile forming on his face.

Swimming. Now that he could get behind.

He didn't bring his own trunks, so he had to borrow a pair from the institute and quickly get changed in his bathroom. The trunks were long and baggy, in a deep blue, but they'd do the job. He followed Tsumiki down the halls and into another room that smelled strongly of chlorine, finding the others already there.

"Hell yeah! Ain't nothin' like a good swim!" Akane cheered, wearing a black one-piece that still somehow left nothing to the imagination, making him blush slightly. She stretched. "Who wants to do laps with me?!"

"Nobody would be able to beat you with your freakish strength!" Hiyoko gasped, wearing a pink swimsuit decorated in little yellow bows.

"Nonsense! That's just part of the fun!" Akane kept stretching.

Hajime looked over near the bleachers, finding Mahiru sitting by herself, wearing an institute-issued swimsuit like him, her hands on her chest. She seemed paler than normal, so he slowly walked over and looked at her.

"You alright?" He asked, making her glance away.

"Y-Yeah..w-water...it just freaks me out somehow," She admitted. Makoto walked over as well, wearing the same trunks as him but with a white shirt on over them.

"I feel that...you couldn't pay enough to get me in there," He smiled awkwardly.

"On some days, not even Hiyoko-chan can coax me into the water,"

"Big Sis! Come swimming!" Hiyoko called out, making Mahiru nod at her.

"I'm coming!" She slowly stepped down the steps, a light tremble noticeable in her hands as she walked over to where her friend was. "Let's stay in the shallow end today,"

"Awww!" Hiyoko pouted, but the two girls held hands and slowly waded into the water, remaining in the waist-high area. Hajime looked over at Makoto, who was sitting firmly on the bench, watching everyone. He walked away and tried to see where the others had gone.

"Want to swim with me? We could do laps!" Junko popped in out of nowhere, pulling him into a tight hug. He gasped upon being assaulted by her large breasts.

"I'm not the best at laps," He admitted, pushing her away. Her hair was still braided but she wore a one-piece where one side was black and the other was white.

"So? You can totes still swim! Swim in circles or something! We don't have to do laps!" She pulled on his arm and jumped straight into the deeper end, cheering. "Yahoo!"

"W-Wait!" Hajime called as he was pulled in with her, falling straight into the deep end too. He gasped and coughed as he resurfaced, struggling to remain afloat. "T-That wasn't funny!"

"Heck yeah it was!" Junko laughed, kicking her legs and pulling herself onto her back. "Live a little, Hinata-kun!"

He saw Nidai and Tsumiki sitting on the other side of the pool, both wearing red swimsuits with white crosses on them. Tsumiki also wore a crocheted wrap over her swimsuit. They talked happily but he knew if any sort of problem emerged they'd be on it in a second.

He swam around a little, noticing Touko and Byakuya were nowhere to be seen. He spotted Taeko on the other end of the pool, wearing a lacy black dress with a jacket over it, dipping her feet into the water. Mahiru and Hiyoko gently splashed each other, giggling.

"Y-You're into swimming?" A voice asked him, making him jump.

"Jesus!" He shouted, sighing.

"S-Sorry...!" Chihiro squeaked, floating a bit away from him. He wore bright red swimtrunks. "It's just...a lot of the other guys don't like swimming. It's so weird to see one who does,"

"Gee, thanks," Hajime snapped suddenly, making Chihiro wince. "No, that's not what...I meant...uhhh..." What did he mean? "I just like swimming,"

He nodded and swam closer. "Are you a strong one? We could take turns on the diving board," He pointed to the silver-painted one. "We have to ask Coach Nidai, but he lets me use it on my good days,"

His good days. Hajime tried to shake that image out of his head. It wasn't fair to judge Chihiro just based on that one comment.

"Uh, sure," He finally nodded and Chihiro perked up, clasping his hands together. Hajime followed him up the ladder and to the diving board, waiting for Chihiro to climb up it.

"Here I go!" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he jumped off, bunching his body up as he splashed into the water below. He resurfaced and swam over to the ladder as Hajime slowly walked onto the diving board, staring down at the water below. He looked around and saw nobody's eyes on him, so before he lost his nerve, he simply walked off the board and hit the water below, quickly swimming back up and gasping as he resurfaced. He stood back and watched Chihiro do a few more jumps off the board before Nidai stood up, clapping his hands.

"Good work today, everyone! Time for lunch!" He announced. "Head to the cafeteria after you change!"

"The schedule today seems different," Hajime noticed as he walked with Chihiro back to the changing room.

"Y-Yeah...sometimes we exercise before lunch, especially if we have activity therapy or discharge meetings," He explained shyly.

"Guess I'll just have to get used to it," It was partially a lie; after all, he was only going to be there a week. What use was properly memorizing the schedule? He felt he'd be doped up for half of the events anyway.

He quickly dried off and got changed into his clothing from earlier, walking to the cafeteria by himself and once again getting a random tray and sitting at the main table. Akane was there before him and she had a burger and two hot-dogs on her plate, two orders of fries, and a large soda. He balked at her food before he caught himself.

"Hey! You're here early!" Akane greeted nicely, slapping him on the back and making him gasp. "You got ramen, huh? Good choice!"

Hajime could only nod, still fascinated by her large amount of food. He had no doubt she'd be able to finish it all, but then what? Where did it all go? Half-digested in one of the toilets here, he bet.

"So, how are you feeling? You had us freaked last night when you just died or something! You looked really...I don't know. Yukizome-san and Kirigiri-san had to both escort you out," She continued.

"I don't want to talk about it," He said sternly as the remainder of the group filed in, taking their usual seats and beginning to eat. Hajime slurped at his noodles, only stomaching a few bites. He sighed to himself as he tried to tell himself that was good. He was eating. That was good enough, right?

After spending another thirty minutes reading the boring fantasy novel, instead of doing his homework, Ishimaru announced it was time for discharge discussion.

"Miss Koizumi will be the one in our group who leaves the soonest, so let's all ask her questions first!" He finished with a nod. Mahiru looked down at her feet in embarrassment.

"I've only been here for three weeks, but I feel I have a better grasp on myself. My therapist suggested I personify my anxiety and treat it more as an annoying person than a limiting force. The next time I feel an attack coming on, I hope to remember their teachings and take deep breaths, calm myself down, mentally tell my anxiety 'not today'," She said. "My mom is rooting for me, and as for my dad...who knows with him. But all I really need is my mom's support,"

"It'll suck so much here when you're gone though!" Hiyoko cried. "It's not fair you get to leave earlier than me!"

"I promise I'll still keep in contact with you," Mahiru smiled slightly.

"Mister Hinata! You are our newest member! What do you plan on doing once you get discharged?" Ishimaru whirled around to face him, making Hajime jump.

"I...have no clue," He finally admitted. "Just hope things will go back to normal, that I'll actually be able to get things done,"

He nodded. "A worthy goal! We don't need any big goals or achievements when we're discharged, sometimes just the simple wish of getting things back on track is enough!"

"Y-Yeah...but what about u-us super crazy people? The ones who'll never leave?" Touko spoke up, smiling weirdly.

"Nonsense! You're all planned to leave at one point or another!"

"D-Doubtful...I've been here two months, and I know Fujisaki and Naegi have been here even longer than me,"

"You just need more help than the others!"

"B-Because we're the really crazy ones," Touko nervously played with her braid. "You don't want us in modern society,"

"Now that's just not true!" Ishimaru declined, but didn't elaborate.

Hajime felt as though he had already been there for two months himself instead of just two days.

After yet another hour of therapy with Kirigiri, Hajime tried to stretch himself to get more feeling back into his system once he learned it would be time for actual activity therapy. Different from their daily exercise, they'd have alternating activities three or four days a week, provided the hosts would be able to come. There was art, music, and pet, and Hajime wasn't sure which one he was looking forward to the least.

He followed Kirigiri's instructions to an open room filled with sunlight streaming in through yellow windows. Several different art stations were set up and he rolled his eyes at the realization.

"Finally, my favourite time of the week," Taeko nodded in approval, walking past him. She sat at a large table and he followed her example.

"Uh, do we just get to do whatever?"

"Yes. Our teacher for the session is very much a pushover and lets us do whatever we please as long as we are actually making art,"

"Oh geezh," Hajime groaned. A total pushover working with these people? How did the room look so spotless?

Taeko tittered. "It is not that bad. What sort of art do you fancy today?"

"I don't know,"

The remainder of the group filed in, taking their own seats, and finally a very timid and nervous-looking young man walked in and closed the door and Hajime could only assume he was their instructor.

"A-Afternoon...I'm Mitarai-sensei...I see we have someone new hence why I introduced myself," He had his hair tied back into a short ponytail and wore a brown turtleneck with white pants, an apron over everything. "Just do whatever. If you n-need more structure, you can join me f-for painting,"

Everyone shuffled over to where they wanted, likely having projects they wanted to complete or continue, but Hajime remained where he was alongside Taeko, Mondo, Chihiro, Hiyoko, and Mahiru.

"S-So, today we're just going to be doing some painting. The theme would be...p-paint what the inside of your mind looks like. I-I know we did something similar last week, but..." Mitarai trailed off nervously as he handed out the supplies and stepped back.

The inside of his mind? What kind of an assignment was that? Hajime toyed with the paintbrush, looking at the paint set in front of him. What did his mind even look like?

He tried to sneak some peeks at the others', finding them still starting out. Mahiru and Hiyoko giggled together as they worked, adding stuff to each others' paintings. Taeko daintily painted hers in careful strokes, while Mondo used a bigger brush for thicker strokes. Chihiro looked like he was writing something. Hajime just grabbed some blue paint and started to draw randomly, deciding he'd put at least something on the paper.

"T-The point of art therapy is to let out our e-emotions in a way words can't properly convey. It's r-relaxing," Ryota continued. "It's an easy way to see into someone's mind," He walked off to check on the other patients in the room and Hajime just kept drawing. He painted endless lines of blue, watching the paint run down and fade into black. It looked like a night sky, starless. Like living without a drive. It was possible, but there was no joy in it. He shook his head.

When'd he suddenly get so poetic?

He added some black near the bottom and then just called it a day, looking at his paper entirely filled with blue and black paint. It was a miserable image to look at. No wonder he had so many issues.

He looked over and found Junko intensely weaving some beads and string together and wondered if she was making a bracelet. Akane was doing the same, a more intense look on her face. Sakura was working on a pink vase, and he couldn't tell what Touko and Byakuya were working on.

"W-What does yours represent?"

Hajime jumped when he noticed Mitarai had walked back over to the group at some point, looking anxious. "Y-You don't have to share if you don't w-want to, b-but since you're done..."

"Oh, uh...it's a starless night." He shrugged. "You know, it functions but has no joy in it,"

"I-I like that way of looking at it," Mitarai praised.

"He only likes it because it appeals to his anxiety!" Hiyoko rolled her eyes. "He's never complimented any of our works!"

"T-Then what did you d-draw?"

"This!" Hiyoko held out her picture, revealing cutesy-looking skulls and candies alongside black swirls. "It doesn't mean anything!"

Taeko showed off hers; filled with cards and Roulette tables. "Gambling is the most important thing to me,"

Mondo's was more jagged and messy; the most noticeable thing about it was how he managed to weave the word 'guilt' into every aspect of the picture. Hajime stared at it weirdly.

Mahiru's was similar to Hiyoko's, more spirals and tangles but also a focus on her family and photography. He assumed the spirals represented their dizzying anxiety...or something.

Chihiro twirled his paintbrush around slightly as he showed off his own. Instead of a genuine picture, it was a bunch of pieces of programming code in green, with random intrusive thoughts in differing colours. Half of the phrases didn't finish or start properly and others were strings of letters or words. Word salad.

Hajime shuddered.

"O-Okay everyone, art therapy is over. L-Leave your things in here i-if you want, I'll deal w-with them," Mitarai announced, making Hajime stand up and walk off, all-to-glad to leave for once. He instead walked to another large group room to find Tsumiki there, gently tossing her red ball from hand to hand. He sat down with a sigh.

This again.

"T-Time for another group t-therapy session! We're going to use the Red Rubber Ball today and today l-let's talk about...s-something that makes us laugh," She looked around and tossed the ball to Hiyoko, who looked startled.

"Everything I say will just get me in trouble," She huffed.

"U-Uhhhhhh..."

"When people fall down the stairs! I don't know!" Hiyoko threw the ball to Chihiro, who kneaded it between his hands.

"Funny videos on the Internet," He gently tossed it to Hajime, who nearly froze up.

Something funny. He could answer that, right? It was such a simple question.

"I don't know...um...sometimes I watch old game show bloopers of people falling into soap...those are pretty funny," He answered randomly and threw the ball at Mondo, hanging his head and sighing.

At least that time he properly answered, but what about the next group therapy? The next one? The next one?

He leaned back in his chair.

Two days. He had only been there for two days. He had to get through this.

"Television!" Yukizome announced after more therapy. Hajime wandered into the TV lounge and couldn't help noticing a good chunk of the patients were missing. He hadn't seen Makoto for the past few hours, but Byakuya, Touko, and Chihiro were missing as well. He sat by himself, making Akane sit right next to him.

"Come on, let's watch something, Hinata-kun! We'll even let you pick!" She pulled on his arm, making him gasp.

"I don't really feel like watching television," He declined. He could feel Yukizome studying him, likely to see if he'd shut down like he did the previous night. No, he wouldn't, he could go over and watch television...nothing really appealed to him though. He wasn't much of a television watcher before. He wasn't much of an anything before.

"Yeah, we're not even allowed to watch anything good!" Hiyoko fussed. "All boring kiddy movies! I'd take listening to music over this!"

"Can we? Listen to music for once?" Mahiru asked Yukizome politely, who nodded.

"I don't see why not!"

"Alright! We could dance!" Akane cheered.

"Let's find a karaoke channel so we could sing along!" Junko suggested, jumping up to her feet. Mahiru scrolled through the channels until she found a pop channel and then she gently took Hiyoko's hands, dancing and swaying with her.

"I need a partner..." Nagito looked around and held out his hand for Taeko. "Shall we?"

"We shall," She let herself be gently lifted out of her seat.

"Well no fair! I didn't wanna dance, I wanted to sing!" Junko pouted. "And sing I shall!" She mimed having a microphone in her hand and started singing along to the song cutely, walking back and forth and posing. Hajime had to admit, she could sing. Maybe not operatic stuff, but pop stuff was good. She definitely had the looks for it. She spun around and pointed right at Hajime, making a 'pop' with her mouth. "Your turn! Sing something!"

"I-I'd rather not-" Hajime declined before he was cut off by the others.

"Sing something!"

"Yeah, come on!"

"Sing!"

"Just a little bit,"

He sighed and stood up, pretending to grab Junko's invisible microphone and just standing there, randomly singing whatever, not even the currently-playing song. He remained as still as a board and just looked down at the ground, going back to his seat while he was done. The girls all clapped and cheered for him while Nagito laughed.

"That was a good performance, but nothing compares to mine," He stood up and changed to hard rock and started singing it and miming playing a guitar, spinning around all the while. He even shredded and slid down on the floor, posing once the song ended.

"You gotta admit, you put effort into it," Akane praised. Nagito smiled mysteriously at Hajime as he stood back up, but Hajime just rolled his eyes. He still had no clue what his specific mental disorder entailed so he had no idea how to properly feel about him when he did things. Maybe he could look it up, or ask another patient. If they had been there long enough, they'd know what he had, right?

"Alright, no more music," Yukizome scolded lightly, herding everyone back into their seats. "Pick something quiet and watch it until dinner,"

Hiyoko pouted in annoyance as Mahiru decided on yet another animated movie. Hajime just decided to tone it out until Yukizome announced it was time for dinner. The day was almost over. He could get through it without medicine. He could. He was already doing so well!

For dinner, he actively tried to select something he knew he'd eat. One meal was a grilled cheese and tomato soup meal so he got that, figuring it was one of the lighter things on the menu, then looked around for a place to sit. Touko and Byakuya sat by themselves as usual; Hajime had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind he should try talking to them at some point in the week, but not right then. Junko and Taeko sat across from each other, just staring wearily. He finally decided on trying Mahiru and Hiyoko again and sat across from them, making Hiyoko roll her eyes.

"Got nobody else to sit with? Are you a creep?" She prodded, making Hajime glare at her.

"Mahiru-san seems to like me," He jabbed, making Hiyoko gasp.

"Why?! She doesn't like boys!"

Mahiru sighed. "I just want us to get along,"

"Hmph,"

Hajime ignored them and instead focused on trying to eat his food. His nausea from earlier was long gone, yet the idea of food still appealed little to him. He slowly nibbled a corner of his grilled cheese, then tried to dip the remainder in tomato soup. Some dribbled onto the tray as he tried to take a few bites. He sighed and pushed the tray away, drinking some of his tea and just staring at his food. Even when he wasn't in an emotional fog eating was still difficult. Even then, everyone was still able to finish their food.

How bad was he, then?

"Alright everyone! You already had your television hour, so it's time to start settling down!"

Hajime looked over to see Sonia Nevermind standing in the doorway, making him do a double-take. He assumed she did secretarial things only. She kept her own hair loose and wore a forest-green suspender dress with a blouse underneath, soft red shoes and a matching jacket in contrast to the other white jackets worn by the staff.

"We're going to be doing our usual shifts tonight! Yasuhiro, Saionji, Oogami, Togami, Komaeda, Hinata, you'll use the phones, then the rest of you shower! Then we switch!" Nevermind said regally.

"Phones?" Hajime found himself asking curiously as he followed the others to another sunny lounge with several cubicles set up. A closer look showed him each had a phone connected to the inside wall, likely for privacy.

"Yes. Visiting is only on certain days, so instead we may call our relatives and tell them how things have been going," Sakura nodded.

"Do I...have to use the phone? I...I don't feel like it," He finally admitted. "I should go back to my room or something,"

"You will have to ask permission,"

Hajime took one look at Nevermind, standing guard at the door, and decided that wasn't worth it. Instead, he took his seat randomly and stared at the black phone, willing for it to ring. Hiyoko and and Nagito were talking animatedly on their own lines, Nagito practically waving his hand around as he did so. Taeko and Byakuya stared at their own phones in irritation, and Sakura finally dialed hers and spoke lowly. He groaned and leaned back in his seat, making heels clack over to him.

"Mister Hinata, are you alright?" Nevermind asked in a worried tone, staring him down. He wondered if she heard about his freakout the previous night and then scolded himself.

Of course she had, he bet every single staff member knew about it. He was clearly the most 'damaged' patient there at the moment.

"I...I don't really feel like using the phone right now. I changed my mind, can I go back to my room?" He asked as politely as he could muster, making Nevermind nod.

"Of course!" She helped him up and escorted him back to the hallway that housed their dorms, nodding and walking off. He glanced around and found Tsumiki and Ishimaru keeping an eye on everyone. All of the doors were open, so he tried to subtly sneak some peeks at other rooms. Mahiru was sitting on her bed, reading calmly. Akane was standing in her doorway, stretching, sighing when she spotted him.

"I totally puked when I was showering! That wasn't fun at all...all that food wasted for nothin'," She groaned.

"Uh-huh," Hajime just nodded. "You must not puke much then,"

"Sometimes I do and I hate it! Food should stay in my body, you know?! That's where it belongs! I hope my roommate won't get mad when she smells it,"

"Who's your roommate?"

"Sakura-chan!"

That made sense to Hajime, pair up the two most athletic girls there.

He then moved along, finding Makoto and Chihiro's room. The two were sitting on the floor, playing a game of cards with each other. He didn't disturb them and instead headed over to his own room, sighing as he sat on his bed. Mondo was still showering, so maybe he should just continue reading as he waited. Or maybe he could play cards. Surely someone else wasn't busy, right? They could play.

"Do you need medicine?" Kirigiri asked, politely knocking on his open door again.

Hajime looked up and he slowly began to shook his head before he reconsidered. He still felt awful and knew he'd have trouble sleeping and end up waking in an even more irritable and bitter mood. Yet at the same time...

He groaned and collapsed on his bed.

"Whatever," He answered.

"I need a better answer," Kirigiri scolded.

"Yes! Give it to me! I don't care anymore! Just let me be doped up!" He shouted, making her nod and hand him the bottle. He swallowed them down with a bottle of water she provided, sighing. He couldn't complete his goals today either. He ate some, but was nowhere near finishing an actual meal. And he'd needed medicine to sleep his three nights there so far. He numbly participated in Ishimaru's recap, blinking fervently before he finally collapsed into his bed, dead to the world once more.