"What does he look like?"

"Do we know his name?"

"Dude, quit shoving. Lemme see."

"You're the one shoving!"

Lovino was trying to get a good look at this new person who was currently yelling loudly towards Berwald, who simply stood with a plain look on his face. It was obvious that he didn't want to be here; he was practically trying to escape by clawing at the Swedish therapist. Tears were rolling down his face, he was stumbling in Berwald's grip, and he looked down towards the floor ashamed. He had sandy blonde hair, and when he finally was forced to lift his head, the Italian could see the biggest eyebrows you could ever imagine. Yet, somehow they worked on him.

Alfred leaned forward in his chair, watching the new man getting his weight and height checked. "Hey! Berwald!"

"Hm?"

"What's his name!"

"He can tell you h'mself."

Heaving an annoyed sigh, Alfred rolled his eyes, "Okay then. What's your name?"

He didn't respond. He was too busy sniffling and wiping away at his eyes. Antonio pushed Alfred back in his chair, causing a loud thud to echo in the room. "Just give him some time. He just got here."

"Yeah, yeah. I was just curious..."

Lovino was kind of relieved he wasn't the only new person. He felt so lonely because he didn't quite know how things worked around here... But he wasn't the newbie anymore at least.

After he had changed into his scrubs, the blonde was forced to sit in with the rest of them; right next to Lovino. The Italian glanced over at him, waiting for him to calm down before even attempting to speak to him. He was about to open his mouth, when the man started to tremble, clutching his hair and tugging it harshly.

"L-Leave me alone!" He screeched in his heavy British accent, more tears dripping onto his lap, "I said go away!"

Lovino gaped. He hadn't even said anything yet, and this person was already telling him to get out of his space. Confusion hit him, and he found his heart beating a bit faster.

"S-Stop yelling at me!"

"I-I'm not-"

"Don't t-touch me!"

"C-Cosa?"

A sudden sound of footsteps came around the corner, and looking up, Lovino saw it was Tino with a look of concern on his face. He squeezed through the seats and crouched in front of the Brit, holding his shoulders and shaking him. "Arthur! Arthur, look at me! It's alright!"

"N-No, they're coming t-to kill me!"

"They aren't real Arthur! I am, so look at me!"

Slowly, the man named Arthur looked up into Tino's eyes, taking deep and uncertain breaths. Tino let go of him, hesitantly, and instead laid a hand on his knee.

"T-They say they want me to die.."

"Shh, Arthur, they don't exist.."

"The v-voices..."

"I know."

"..won't stop.."

The whole room was silent and tense as the rest of them watched; most of them either wide-eyed, or solemnly watching the scene play on. Lovino actually felt rather bad for him.

"He must be going through hell..." He heard Alfred whisper towards Antonio, who shushed him in return. Lovino tried not to stare, so he turned away, looking into his lap. The others wandered back towards the lounge area to talk to Arthur, but only after he was feeling better.

"Tell yourself they aren't real."

"B-But they are!"

"They aren't, Arthur."

He jerked away from Tino's grip angrily, obviously aggravated that he didn't believe him. The therapist simply frowned, standing up and walking back towards his position behind the front desk.

After a few seconds, the silence was broken. "..Arthur, right?" Alfred chimed in, tilting his head. The male's head jerked up in his direction, and he slightly flinched, as if afraid of the obnoxious American. "H-Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you." He reassured, and Arthur nodded without speaking. He was scratching at his arm until it turned raw, and Lovino scrunched his eyebrows together; that was something he did as well.

"I'm Alfred."

"Antonio."

"Toris."

"N-Natalia."

"Lovino."

Arthur didn't even make note that he was listening. He was too busy scratching at his skin, and the Italian noticed blood started to seep from his arm. "H-Hey.."

Antonio shook his head, cutting Lovino off and he refrained from speaking. It was best not to speak to him right now, he decided silently, and they all sat in an uncomfortable silence.

"I..I want to leave." Arthur mumbled, looking at the others with red, puffy eyes. Alfred chuckled, nodding his head.

"Don't we all?"

Yay~! So it was Arthur!

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Until next chapter~

-Feli