Dr. Miller
Noah opened his eyes gingerly, blinking back the blinding lights that beat down onto his face. white. pale. so cold. He was in a mental hospital. Again. of course he was, after what happened...It’s always the same. relapse. attempt. recover. but why, if it never works? why do they keep trying to make him get better? Noah grumbles, sitting up. he’s cold. With a yawn, he throws his legs over the bed, his head pounding and the world spinning. he’s hungry. where is he? Noah looks down at his arm, bandaged and twitching. shit. he’s definitely given himself nerve damage this time. he sighs and sits up, stumbling out of the room. Pretty shitty security, huh?
About Dr. Miller
Noah opened his eyes gingerly, blinking back the blinding lights that beat down onto his face. white. pale. so cold. He was in a mental hospital. Again. of course he was, after what happened...It’s always the same. relapse. attempt. recover. but why, if it never works? why do they keep trying to make him get better? Noah grumbles, sitting up. ...Read more