Once back upstairs, the boys had to go into the middle day room in order to fill out a daily mood report and the girls did the same in their day room. The mood report had questions that asked how you slept last night, is your medication working, are you having suicidal thoughts or thoughts of hurting others, and other things of that nature. As Feliciano was walking to the middle day room he saw nurses hook up phones to three different outlets: one on the left and right on the farthest wall near the corners in the middle day room and one near the main desk. The phone stations were about the size of a calendar opened vertically, pale and wooden, and had a small shelf on the top and bottom where the landline phone rested. Feliciano did not know what these were until he saw the communication devices being installed. While he continued to meander to the room, one of the secretaries had noticed him and said, "Hey, you're Feliciano right?"

Feliciano jumped and turned towards the feminine voice that called out to him, "Um, yes."

She asked him to hold out an arm over the desk. When he did she put a wristband around his left wrist which had his date of birth, any allergies, his serial number, his name, and his doctor printed onto it. He just glanced at it as he let his arm drop back to his side. She then handed him a small piece of paper that had 'Call Lovino' and his number under the text, "Your brother wants you to call him. He seemed pretty concerned so I would call him right now if I were you."

"Um, okay," Feliciano replied sheepishly as he began to walk towards the room, "Thanks"

"No problem, honey."

Once inside the middle day room, he had noticed Ivan, Matthias, and Wang already sitting at the big center table on the far side. Feliciano had folded the paper with Lovino's number into a smaller quadrilateral and shoved it into his right pocket and sat in the nearest chair one seat away from the lower right hand corner. A nurse then came in along with the rest of the boys. He nurse was a heavyset, light skinned black woman with black hair with gold streaks; the hair was tied into a ponytail and she wore dark, rectangular glasses. She talked with an endearing voice as she handed out the mood reports, "Okay for all the new people here, you circle the number on the number line that best suits how you feel. One being the worst while ten being the best. There are also some questions on the back that are short answer. When you are done turn it in to me; I'll be at the small table." Everyone then followed accordingly and Leon was the first to finish. Feliciano was the fourth person to complete the short form. While he was handing it in, he noticed the boy with the Canadian sweatshirt pull up a chair near the nearby phone, sat down on it, and started to dial a number. Feliciano then assumed he could use the phones now. Before he did, however, he went back to his room and freshened up with the toothbrush, toothpaste, and deodorant in his new, pink toiletries bucket that had his name on it. Also in the bucket was a tiny bar of soap and yellow hair shampoo that ripped off Johnson & Johnson's 'No More Tears'. The bathroom was relatively small and was badly lit by tangerine lights. The mirror was warped and the bathroom was connected to Leon's room which meant the probability of someone barging in on you. The walls were the same pale yellow as the rest of the rooms and the flooring was an assortment of compact white tiles.

After all that, Feliciano had gone back to the middle day room and saw that the white phone to the right on the furthest wall was open. The phone had a slight curvature and had the dial keys planted onto it. The short cord made an uneven line to the wall and when Feliciano put the phone up to his ear he heard no dial tone. He figured to push the plug into the outlet deeper and when he did he heard the tone; as he let go, the tone died once again. Matthias was observing the confused Italian and said, "You gotta hold the plug in, Feli. All the phones here are jacked up."

Feliciano turned and nodded, "Is there anything else I have to do before I dial the number?"

"Yeah, press nine and then one before you put in the area code."

"Thanks." Feliciano now had his left arm extended holding the plug inside the outlet and dialed his brother's number. After a few short rings he answered.

"Hello?"

Feliciano had become anxious at the sound of his brother's voice and stammered, "H-Hey Fratello, it's me."

Lovino was surprised, "Feli, is that you?"

"Yes."

"Oh," His tone had gotten more sober, "Hey."

"Hey."

"I-I heard what happened to spud head."

Feliciano had expected that, "I figured you would have."

"Well, Ludwig's okay. My question is, are you?"

There was a moment of silence on both ends of the line before Feliciano's now sullen voice filled the void with sound, "I don't know."

"Neither do I, Feli."

Feliciano's arm was getting sore from having it extended for so long, "Are you going to visit today? Hours are one to eight."

"Sure. I heard you can bring clothes, do you want me to bring you some?"

"Yeah, that'll be nice." Feliciano paused, "A-Am I gonna be okay, Lovino?" Lovino's side of the line hushed for at least a minute, "Lovino?" He then heard stifled blubbering.

Lovino sniffled as he controlled his weeping enough to speak, "I-I don't know, F-Feli" The swaying grass fields of Lovino's whimpering and tears whispered a depressing melody into Feliciano's ear. "I don't kn-" Felicano heard Lovino's hand cover his eyes and him beginning to sob uncontrollably, "I-I just want y-you to come h-home!" Lovino hiccupped, "I-I just want you home…"

"Lovino…." Feliciano's voice had grown into a more pitiful state, "this isn't like you."

He responded matter-of-factly through his sniffles, "This isn't like you either."

Feliciano sighed, his brother was right, "I guess we're not who we thought we were, huh."

"No one really is who they think they are, Feli. Remember that, for me…..please."

"Okay, I will." Feliciano had noticed a lady with a cart full of medicine behind him; since he knew he was not on anything yet he just returned to the conversation. "Will I have to talk to Ludwig?"

"Eventually Feli, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Just don't worry about that for now, okay?"

How can I not worry about it, he thought, "Alright, I'll try."

"Even though I can't stand it, I know you really care for him. And sometimes we treat people that we love badly because we don't know how to treat ourselves, Feli. Yes, you've done a horrible thing, but that doesn't mean you're a horrible person."

Tears trickled down Feliciano's face. Ever since he shot Ludwig's hand he thought he should just kill himself and burn in hell because he was nothing but trouble. His inhale trembled through the phone loud enough for Lovino to hear, "I-I'm not a bad p-person?" he whimpered.

"Feli," Lovino's tone was full of sympathy, "when I was younger, I wanted to be you. You were great at drawing and cleaning. Plus Grandpa loved you more. I was greatly lacking all those great qualities. People hated me because I had gotten an attitude when I couldn't do things you did with ease and frankly…..I hated me too."

Feliciano sniffled; he could not believe his stubborn brother just admitted that. Then again, he thought, he did say you never know who a person really is. He knew he was running out of time to talk so he had to end the conversation he never wanted to conclude, "Hey Lovino, I have to go. We'll continue when you visit."

"Oh, okay." Lovino sounded crushed.

"Okay, bye."

"Feli, wait. There's something I have to tell you."

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Feliciano was dumfounded, "I-I love you too." He heard Lovino smile through the phone.

"Okay," his tone was much more optimistic, "see you at three."

"Alright, bye."

"Bye"

Feliciano clicked the button that hung up the phone and set it gingerly back on the shelf. He then wiped his eyes with his sleeve and still saw the boy with the Canada sweatshirt still on the phone and crying. Poor guy, he thought. Feliciano then heard from the nurses that it was time for coping skills. Coping skills is a short, optional class that practically lectures you on how to manage negative feelings. Feliciano had exited the room, turned right after passing the main desk, went down to the end of the boy's hallway, and entered through the open doorway to the last door on the right. This was the boy's day room.

The room had a similar table in the center to the one in the middle day room along with the same chairs. Towards the furthermost wall there was an arcade machine that faced the left wall; the game that was inside the machine was Puzzle Bobble. Puzzle Bobble was pretty much a spin off of bubble shooter. The walls were the same goldenrod yellow to that of the hallway and Feliciano took a seat on one of the small, maroon plastic lounge chairs that aligned the cinder block wall. The chair did not have legs and was low to the ground; it was plastic but it felt like rubber at the same time. Maybe it was filled with air, Feliciano contemplated as he slightly bobbed up and down on it. Near the arcade game, he noticed the large blackboard and the text that was written in white chalk:

Situation Emotions Behaviour Outcome

The young woman with black, long hair in a ponytail and the older lady with white, short hair were conversing as Feliciano studied the text. These two women were the instructors; the black haired one being the more prominent one. As more tired people slowly came inside the room and filled up the seats, Feliciano noticed Wang, Leon, Jett, Matthias, and Ivan scatter across the room and sitting in random places. Matthias and Ivan were the only ones who sat next to each other at the table by Feliciano and they seemed to be deep in conversation. Suddenly the class started with greetings to the new patients and greetings to the old ones. However, no one really cared or seemed to want to be here. Feliciano wondered why and found out quickly. Frankly, watching paint dry was more entertaining than this class. Feliciano did not realize how tired he was until three minutes into the lecture. While struggling to keep his eyes open, he questioned why anyone came to this dull sermon. He would ask Matthias later. The black haired woman was named Rachel and she talked about how situations affect feelings, behaviour and the outcome to the actions we would make whether they were positive or negative. It sounds engaging in the beginning, but after ten minutes of restating the same thing in different ways, it tends to get mind-numbingly uninteresting. Feliciano almost fell asleep in his weird, plastic rubber chair four times. He also noticed other kids doing the same. Abruptly, a female Indian doctor had opened the door and called for him. Befuddled, he went up to her and followed her out of the room. As the two exited the door and heard it click shut, they both communicated.

"Hello," she held out a hand that Feliciano shook, "I'm your doctor. You'll be checking in with me everyday for as long as your stay is. Today I'm going to evaluate you. That only means I'll be asking you a bunch of yes or no questions, so don't worry. I'll then put you on the medication that suits your needs. Understood?"

"Um, yes."

"Alright then," she began to walk across to the empty visitor's room, "please follow me."

She and Feliciano entered the large room. The room had a wooden table near the middle that was closer to the wall that contained the doorway. There were two sets of comfy, blue chairs and small tables near the back of the room. The walls were periwinkle blue and had animal paintings adorned on the back and right walls; one had giraffes while the other had pink flamingos. The carpet that rustled as the two walked over to the table and had taken a seat diagonal from each other was a dark blue with red speckles.

During the evaluation, the doctor had asked him questions like: Have you seen things/heard things, have you had suicidal thoughts, any thoughts of hurting others, have you executed these thoughts, etcetera, etcetera. After the series of questions concluded, she told him that he might have Generalized Anxiety Disorder and moderate Major Depressive Disorder and that he will be put on five milligrams of Zoloft, a medication that helps with both of those conditions. She told him the dosage was small because she wanted to see if there are any side effects. Great, Feliciano thought, I'm now a guinea pig. She then dismissed him and as he exited the visitor's room he noticed that coping skills had ended and that it is now free time until group therapy; Matthias had told him the usual schedule earlier. Feliciano was excited for group therapy; mainly because he could finally find out more about his neighbors. Despite this, he meagerly walked back to the middle day room and had taken a seat at the center table.