Tenses were tricky for me tonight. Sorry if it's wild and crazy.

The day is growing late. I can tell with how the sun's casted shadows through the window play against the wall. My eyes are growing heavy with fatigue and fright and confusion because nothing seems to make sense in this place. All these feelings bundled up inside me make me so anxious that I sway the tiniest bit on my feet. Or it could be that I haven't eaten in a while. Not since breakfast. And even then I can't remember what I ate for breakfast. I hate how my days all seem to blend together so that I'm not even sure how it all passed.

"Is that your name?" I asked my green savior, fighting a yawn. "Doc?"

"One of many." He reaches up, brushing my hair from my face. "Wendy."

"You know that's not my name."

He shrugs. "It suits you."

He tiptoes over to Patient Esme again, laying his hand on her shoulder and bending over so that he can whisper into her ear. She cries harder and clutches at his hand as he goes to move away. "Be strong, Esme."

He turns to me, those green, green eyes of his so fierce in the dying light. "You too, Wendy."

"I'll try."

He hesitates for a brief second before sending me a loopy smile. "Excessive drinking is bad for you."

"What?"

"Over time it can cause symptoms such as sleep disorders and depression."

I shake my head at him, pursing my lips in foggy confusion. "Why are you telling me this?"

I don't understand my green savior at all. At times, he seems so sane that it doesn't make sense why he is a patient here. Other times—such as now—he seems so insane it is a little scary to be near him. The whiplash from his personalities make my head hurt.

"Cocktails," he finishes, and I know I'm slowly getting pulled into Bella Time.

"Say that again."

"Cocktails are especially tricky. So sweet but equally as bad for you."

"I don't drink." And never had. Not once in my life. Despite Emmett's constant badgering to join him in sweet bliss.

He places that strong hand of his on my shoulder, much like he did with Patient Esme. "Just be careful, Wendy. Okay?"

"I try but trouble always finds me."

"I've noticed." He smirks and it's so different from his loopy smile that I can't help but stare. That smirk makes him seem almost normal and so handsome. Because like this, him standing so close to me, his fingers digging gently into my skin, I'm so starry eyed with how good looking he is. Something I couldn't really notice before until he was literally right in front of my face.

"You look tired," he says, his scrutinizing flitting back and forth between my own. I'm sure he can see the purple bruises that appear so easily beneath me eyes. It's true so I nod my head in agreement. "You should go back to your room and sleep. Don't worry about Hale tonight."

"Okay…goodb—"

His fingers tighten the tiniest of bits. "Never say goodbye."

So I stare because I don't know what else to say under his fierce gaze until he walks away down the hall in the same direction that Patient Rosalie disappeared with Patient Esme's sobs trailing after him.