During the week, things had been quiet. The music would play occasionally, atleast giving Nirvana some background noise when it felt like the isolation would kill her. Crane would drop off food 2 times a day. Once early in the morning and the other in the late afternoon. Nirvana would try to talk to him when he brought it but it seemed he was always leaving the second he dropped it off. She would sometimes talk to the camera, hoping to hear a reply but that was usually when the music would click on. She spent most of her time with her head in her book, doodling away until soon she was on the last blank page. She then would hold up the book to show Crane it was full and the next day a two new books were with her dinner. The only contact she had with Crane was when he took her to the abandoned shower section in the wing she was staying in. He had picked up her shower items from her apartment, sneaking around with his mask on and going late at night to make sure no police were there. They shouldn't notice just a few items missing until much later.

He grabbed her from her room late at night, Nirvana guessed it was probably two or three in the morning. He had lead her down to the shower room but had made sure to keep conversation brief. He told her how to work the showers and that he had routed the water there only for a few moments so she had to be quick. He then turned his back away from her as she got undressed. She turned on the water and the pipes shuttered and shook before the water hit her skin. It was warm and she suddenly melted into it. Crane chewed the inside of his cheek as he heard her sigh in content and made sure to keep his back turned, not wanting to push his luck and cause a fight.

Nirvana just stood there for a while before Crane cleared his throat, politely letting her know she needed to hurry up. She was brought back from her daze quickly grabbed her shampoo and washed her dirty hair. It took three times of washing and rinsing before she truly felt clean. She only did a small amount of conditioner to keep her hair from getting oily too fast because she didn't know when the next shower would be. After washing her body and turning off the water, the cold rushed her body. She began to shiver and Crane only half turned to give her a fresh, fluffy, black towel.

She quickly dried off and wrapped the towel around her. Crane turned then. Looking at her for a moment before motioning to a new set of clothes on the other side of the shower room where some benches were.

Nirvana could have cried then. She had been wearing the same clothes this whole time and new clothes were a beautiful gift. She went over to the benches and Crane quickly turned his back again as she dropped the towel to change. The shirt and leggings weren't hers this time. They still had tags on them.

"Hopefully they fit. I couldn't find any long sleeve shirts in your home," Crane muttered quietly.

"They should be okay," she stated blankly as she lifted the clothes and realized that they had the same smell as his jacket. She bitterly pulled everything on, everything was black and she picked up the towel and folded it and handed it to Crane as she walked our from behind him. She felt the smell linger on her flesh and she wanted to vomit but she pushed past it as she waited from Crane to lead her back to her room. He did so, opening the door for her and letting her out of the shower room.

Crane kept the silence as he unlocked her room door and watched as she took her tentative steps inside. He could tell something was bothering her but dropped it, not wanting to get stuck in a conversation with her. He shut the door and turned away from it and took his brisk steps away. Nirvana looked at the door before turning to her bed and her journals. She suddenly felt an extreme sadness take over her. It bubbled into her chest and suddenly her lungs took a deep breath and it was released into a sob. Her eyes began to well and tears escaped her before she could hold it back. She stood in the middle of her room as the tears came and sobbing continued. She covered her eyes with her arm but at the moment she didn't care what Crane heard or what he saw. She had never felt so helpless in her life. So out of control of her own life. She just stood there in the middle of her room and cried with everything she had in her.

...

Crane sat at his desk and heard the soft sound coming from his laptop before he saw what it was. He opened up the cameras and saw Nirvana standing in her room, hiding her eyes but nothing could hide what she was doing. She was crying. He watched quietly, his chest seizing. Nirvana Nelson, the only person he had considered a friend, was crying. He felt immense guilt shining inside his mind. He thought she would been happy to take a shower. It was one of the first things she had asked for, why was she crying now? He couldn't think with her sobs filling his head. He quickly opened the Spotify app on his computer and looked through her music before settling on an artist and clicked on it, the music drowning out her crying. She had looked up from her arm for a moment, a look of sadness filling the camera's gaze. Crane felt another stab in the heart but didn't move. He saw her chest heave and she did her best to compose herself but it seemed to be with no avail as tears kept falling down her cheeks. She moved to sit on her mattress and laid down and turned her back to the wall, ignoring the camera all together but Jon saw her hands move to cover her face once again and her body language showed she was still crying. Crane looked down at his desk and looked at the glass bottle with a florescent orange liquid in it and the needle right next to that. The treatments were going to start the next day, but he quickly turned his gaze away from it and looked at the computer again. He couldn't let a few tears get in his way. Other before Nirvana have cried like this and others would after. He repeated this thought in his mind as he stood up from his desk. He grabbed his jacket and moved out the door of his office in a hurry, he was going to go home and forget about it. Forget about it all. The new formula wasn't perfext yet but the last tests were going to be that night. He won't allow some girl's tears deter him from what he needed to do.

...

Sometime during the night, Nirvana had fallen asleep. She couldn't exactly remember when but she knew she had fallen asleep and when the morning arrived, the bright room lights had woken her up. She groaned and rolled over in her bed, her eyes puffy and swollen from the night before. She rubbed them softly, trying to wake up more and as she looked around her room, it had remained the same except for a bag next to her. She looked at the bag quietly before reaching over and bringing it over to her in silence. Inside was a plastic container of food, she opened it and smelled the aroma coming from inside. It was french toast and bacon, on the side was a small container with syrup in it and a plastic container of orange juice.

She pulled out a note that was at the bottom of the bag and read it in silence,

I'm sorry - JC

She opened one of her journals and stuck the note inside it quietly. She opened her food slowly, enjoying it as much as she could but she was still exhausted. Crying had took all of her strength and she felt like lead was holding down her arms as she cut the French toast apart and poured the syrup over it. She kept her eyes down and away from the cameras as she ate, not wanting to acknowledge Crane at that time. The music came on softly, clicking over the speakers quietly, but she kept her head down, not having the emotional strength to address his existence at that time. She finished her breakfast and put the trash back into the bag and pulled out the orange juice and sipped it before setting it back down and curling back on to her bed and closing her eyes to go back to sleep.

...

Crane watched her eat and saw her curl up and go back to bed. He gently pressed a button on his laptop and the lights dimmed in the room and casting it back into darkness. Only sunlight through and illuminated some features of the room but he could barely see Nirvana's form on the bed. He got up from his desk and left the music playing into the room while she sleep. He decided he would keep it on permanently. It was the least he could do.