Ludwig was currently lying in his hospital bed examining his new hand; it was the most advanced model anyone could afford. At eleven thousand dollars, the Bebionic prosthetic hand was a stunning contraption. Ludwig, however, had not gotten used to it yet. He has dropped things so many times he now just uses his left hand. He squeezed his new hand a few times and compared it side by side to his flesh and bone hand. The hand was half flesh coloured and half gray and worked pretty well for a hunk of plastic and metal. Ludwig raised his prosthetic above his head noticing the shadow that was casted onto his face. "…Feli….." he said in a hushed voice as he tightly shut his eyes and balled the hand into a fist. Resentment had filled his heart and his fist slammed onto the bed, "FELICIANOOOOOOOOO!" He then picked up the glass of water to his left and threw it forward towards the door as his roar escalated so much a lion would wince. The small glass shattered as it made the impact to the door and the millions of glass pieces plummeted hopelessly to the floor, just like Ludwig's heart did.

In the middle day room, Feliciano sat across Leon and Ivan and next to Jett. He listened patiently as Leon explained what he had taken the blame for, "You see," Leon began in his calm, monotone voice, "my baby cousin was left outside. I was somewhere else in the house, but everyone thought I was with him at the time. When I was getting a cup of water I saw him through the back door with bruises all over him. I then went outside to retrieve him off the porch when my stepmom unknowingly was behind me. She said, 'what the hell is he doing out here with you?!' I replied 'I don't know, but I was going to bring him back inside.' She then yelled, 'WHY DOES HE HAVE BRUISES?! YOU DID THIS, DIDN'T YOU?!' and then slapped me real hard upside the head. I then tried to convince her I didn't do it but of course she didn't believe me because she doesn't care about me. I'm just welfare money for her. Anyway, I just replied, 'Yeah, I did it.' and then I was admitted to the hospital."

"Wow," Jett was appalled, "that's intense, mate. But why are ya still here if you just took the blame for somethin'? Did they not believe you or what?"

"They believed me alright, after all if you say something long enough they'll think it's the truth. I just started to see things."

Ivan was surprised, "See things?"

"Yeah," Leon shuddered, "it's a little girl covered in blood and wrapped in heavy chains. She keeps saying, 'help me.' but I can never do anything. She's kept me up at night for three days now."

Feliciano interjected, "Have you told anyone that it's kept you up at night?"

Leon glanced at Feliciano, he did not even notice him at first, "Yeah, they're going to put me on this sleeping pill tonight called Trazodone."

"Oh. Well that's good, I guess."

Ivan added, "Trazodone knocks you out, Leon. You'll never have insomnia again."

"Hopefully I won't." Leon replied sullenly.

"So Feli," Jett turned to face Feliciano, "what did they put you on?"

"Zoloft."

"Oh, Zoloft doesn't work for shit," Leon butted in.

Feliciano chuckled, "Well they're only giving me a small dose to see if there are any side effects."

"Still though, when I took it only made me sleepy."

Feliciano was happy that Leon was speaking to him, "Well they're giving it to me at night."

"Oh. Well at least you'll sleep."

Ivan barged in, "What are you diagnosed with?"

Feliciano sighed, "General Anxiety Disorder and moderate Major Depressive Disorder."

"Nice, I have Intermittent Explosive Disorder," Ivan smiled ironically.

"Damn," Jett commented, "I just have depression."

"I have depression and mild schizophrenia," Leon stated.

"So we're pretty much all messed up," Feliciano said nonchalantly.

"Basically," Jett said and everyone laughed in unison.

Gilbert leaned forward onto the bathroom sink as he looked up at the small mirror. His reflection revealed his disheveled white hair and the reflection of his exhausted red eyes had pierced into his own. It was just a quarter to eleven in the morning and Gilbert had already begun to cry. He backed to the nearby wall and sunk to the floor as he covered his face with his hands. After a few minutes of loud sobbing he glanced at the shut door and pulled out the switchblade that was always in the right pocket of his sweatpants. Through his hot tears, he opened the knife and began to slice his left arm. "I'm just a….stupid…..fucking…..FAGGOT!" The warm, burgundy liquid began to trickle down his pale arm and drip onto the white tiles below, "I'M NOTHING! NOTHING! I should just kill myself! It's not like anyone cares anyway!" Gilbert animatedly sobbed. He then winced at the tears that stung his open, self inflicted wounds. He then glanced up past the sink at the mirror, there's ibuprofen behind the mirror, Gilbert thought. He then resignedly rose from his sitting position and opened the mirror's door. He pulled out the tiny bottle of ibuprofen and then slammed the cabinet door shut. Gilbert's gaze went from his reflection to the orange bottle multiple times before he finally stopped to look at himself. The only thing to stare back at him was his disgusting body and flushed face. Then suddenly a black figure of him appeared from behind in the mirror and grasped his shoulders.

The shadowy figure whispered into his left ear so quietly that it made Gilbert shudder, "Just do it, kid. You've already gotten this far." Gilbert hastily twisted around to find that nothing was there. He then dropped to his knees and the sound of the plastic bottle hitting the ground soon followed. He then moved his shaking right hand towards the sideways container and took a firm clutch of it. His trembling arm then brought the bottle close to him and his left hand removed the child proof cap. Gilbert then felt the handful of pills fall into his left palm and himself dropping the bottle. The sound of pills clacked onto the tiles and Gilbert stared intently at the pills in his grasp ignoring the sound.

He then took a deep breath and said quietly to himself, "Off to Never-Never Land" and then swallowed all the capsules.

Feliciano continued to converse with the other boys until the nurses announced it was time for group therapy. He then eagerly strolled to the boy's day room with Leon, Jett, and Ivan. Once inside, they all sat next to each other at the center table on the left side. As the room started to fill up, one girl came inside and sat near the blackboard. Feliciano was curious, "What is she doing here?"

Jett replied, "Oh, there's always one random girl in group. Don't worry about it."

"It's due to the high number of girls here," Ivan added.

"Oh, okay." Feliciano understood.

Then the social worker walked inside and shut the door; she was wearing a green blazer and white trousers with ballerina flats. She was holding a clipboard and had glasses and a ponytail. Her hair was dirty blonde and thin and her face was very triangular. The woman sat in the seat diagonal to Feliciano and greeted everybody, "Morning, everyone!" she said in a soft voice, "I'm Ms. Veronica if you didn't know and I'm your social worker for this week!" She glanced around the room, "I see some new faces so I'll tell you all what the procedure is. Okay, I talk to everyone to see how they're doing and if anything's wrong; I then write it down on my clipboard here. Everything said in this room stays in this room, so please confess to anything. Everyone understand?" Every person nodded in approval.

Feliciano had gotten anxious; he did not enjoy confessing things to people he did not know. He told himself to just push through it and not to get tongue-tied when he had to talk one-on-one with Ms. Veronica. The only girl in the room then began the therapy by explaining the bad dream that she had last night.

Lovino was currently in Feliciano's room folding and putting sweatpants and t-shirts into a tote bag. Once he completed placing a week's worth of clothes into the canvas bag, he placed it onto the sofa in the living room. His Android phone then began to ring. He looked at the coffee table where it was placed and saw that Roderich was calling. Confused, Lovino picked up his phone and answered it, "Hello?"

Roderich sounded relived, "Oh Lovino, I'm so glad you picked up. Gilbert is in bad shape."

Lovino was befuddled, "Isn't that Ludwig's brother?"

"Yes, he overdosed."

Lovino's eyes widened, "He did what?"

"I know I couldn't believe it myself. He's in critical condition right now but they say he'll be alright."

"Did you tell Ludwig?"

"I tried to contact him but he didn't answer. I just assumed he was sleeping."

Lovino sighed, "First my brother and then his. What the hell is gonna happen next?"

"Hopefully this whole fiasco will end. At least that's what I'm praying for."

"Why would Gilbert do that anyway? I thought he was Mr. Awesome."

"I thought the same thing. I guess his arrogance had a backbone after all."

"That tends to always be the case. Anyway, is he gonna be admitted to a mental hospital?"

"Yes. They said when he recovers he'll be sent to Queenswood."

Lovino laughed sadly, "Maybe my brother can straighten him out."

Roderich returned the laugh, "Yeah, maybe."

"I just can't believe everyone is going ape shit."

"Me neither. Well, I apologize for cutting this short but the doctors want to talk to me. I will talk to you afterwards."

"Okay, bye."

"Goodbye."

As Leon explained the horrible story of his younger cousin, Feliciano's anxiety level had gotten worse. His insides tightened and he felt stiff; Feliciano just wanted to leave. Butterflies raced through his stomach when he realized he was the only one who had not talked to Ms. Veronica yet. Once Leon completed telling his anecdote, she turned to Feliciano. "Feliciano, we haven't heard from you all hour. How've you been?"

Feliciano's heart raced, "Um, I'm alright."

She smiled, "Well you know what I'm gonna ask."

"What do I mean by 'alright'? Well, I guess I'm not happy or sad."

"Okay," she wrote it down onto her clipboard, "You're new to Queenswood, how do you like it so far?"

"I like it here," Feliciano was honest, "I've met some nice people already."

Ms. Veronica nodded and smiled as she wrote it down, "Well that's good. May I ask why you're here, Feliciano?"

Feliciano's heart was beating faster; it was just like the night with Ludwig, "U-Uh, I shot my friend's hand."

Her eyes widened, "Wow okay, and can you tell me why you did that?"

Feliciano's breathing slightly quickened, "Um, it was because he was scolding me for such a long time I just snapped."

She wrote it down, "And why did he scold you?"

"Because I can't do anything right."

She nodded, "Feliciano you know that isn't true, right?"

"Yes it is. All I can do is run away and make pasta."

"Do you mess up when you make pasta?"

"No."

"Then I guess you can do something right, Feliciano."

"Not in Ludwig's eyes."

"Well, Ludwig is just another person; if you really care about his opinion that much, you should stop thinking that way."

Feliciano was dumbfounded, "Why should I?"

"Because if you always think you're a failure, he will too."

Feliciano's eyes widened, he did not think of that, "I guess you're right."

"I think everyone goes through what you're going through, Feliciano. So don't feel alone, okay?"

"Alright."

Ms. Veronica checked her watch, "Oh my, look at the time! It's time for lunch!" she looked back up, "Well good session today, everyone. Hopefully we'll see you all tomorrow!"

Then the clock stroke eleven and the first day of group therapy concluded.

Ludwig was still lying in bed when a nurse came in; he straightened up as she shut the door behind her. "Ludwig, is it?" she asked.

"Um yes, what seems to be the issue?"

"It's about your brother Gilbert, he….um"

"He what?"

"He overdosed on ibuprofen and is currently in critical condition."

Ludwig's jaw dropped, "W-What?!"

"I'm so sorry, sir. I had just got the news from your friend Roderich calling in."

"I-It's…..Wow."

"They said he'll be fine in a few days, but he was very close to dying."

"Um, what hospital is he currently located at?"

"He's currently at St. Mary's hospital which is only a stone's throw away from here, sir."

"Is he going to be transferred to a mental hospital when he recovers?"

"Yes, Queenswood I believe."

That's where Feliciano's at, Ludwig thought. "Oh, okay. Thank you for telling me."

"You're welcome, Ludwig." She then left the room.

"Ugh…" Ludwig ran his left hand through his messy hair.