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"Are you sure that you will be able to help him?" Elizaveta asked wringing her hands together.

The nurse smiled at her comfortingly. "We will try everything that we can, in the end it's all up to him."

Elizaveta nodded as she looked at her only son. "You hear that Gilbert? You need to try to work this as well."

Gilbert fixed a sneer on his face. "I'll try my best." he said, sarcasm lacing every word.

"Don't listen to him." his father Roderich said with a frown. "He's just upset that we had to go to the extreme."

"There's nothing fucking wrong with me." Gilbert said through clenched teeth. "And if there was I don't think I would need to be placed in an insane asylum to fix it."

"This isn't an insane asylum Gilbert." the nurse said. "This is a mental hospital where we help people. We don't tie them up and torture them."

Gilbert shrugged. "Same thing. Mental hospital. Insane asylum."

"We are only doing this because we care about you." Elizaveta said.

Gilbert turned so that his back faced his parents. "Whatever."

The nurse wrote something in a file before she picked up the phone and dialed.

"Yes, this is Nurse Ratchet." she said into the phone. "I have a new client here for the teenage ward. Can you send someone to give him a tour?"

She listened for a moment before she smiled and nodded. "Perfect."

She placed the phone back into its place and smiled at Gilbert. "Someone from the teenage ward will be down shortly in order to give you a little tour and answer any questions you might have."

"Wonderful." Gilbert deadpanned. "I'll try to keep my excitement contained."

Nurse Ratchet shook her head before she turned back to the papers in front of her.

"Do you have any sharp objects on you such as keys or knives?" she asked him.

Wordlessly he took his keys out of his jacket pocket and handed it to her.

"We will also need your belt and shoelaces." she added.

At Gilberts incredulous look she said "We can't afford to take chances."

Gilbert gestured to his pants that were barely hanging on his hips. "And how do you expect me to keep my pants on then? The belt is practically the only thing keeping it up."

"You have shorts and sweats that you can wear instead." she said. "Those don't require belts."

"Gilbert. Please, just listen to her." Elizaveta said quietly.

Shaking his head he pulled his belt out of its loops and handed it to the nurse. He looked down at his military boots before looked back at her.

"You're kidding me right?" he asked. "Do you know how long it'll take me to do this? And what about walking around?"

"You can take your time, we are in no hurry." she said patiently. "And we looked into your bag; you have other shoes that don't have laces that you can wear."

Gilbert snorted before he brought his leg up and started to undo his laces one by one.

Once he was done he threw his now useless boots into his bag in almost disgust before pulling out his converse and slipping into them.

"Now that wasn't so hard, now was it?" Nurse Ratchet asked with a smile.

Gilberts only answer was a snort, he stayed sitting on the chair.

"There will be constant surveillance, correct?" Roderich asked the nurse.

Nurse Ratchet nodded. "Each patient has a roommate and all of them have been instructed to tell someone should something come up that requires our attention. Outside of that we have cameras and many activities where we watch over the patients."

"This is bullshit." Gilbert said through clenched teeth. "This is all just fucking bullshit."

He stood and keeping a tight grip on his pants to keep them from falling, because in reality he knew that the reason they didn't fit him anymore was because someone else had stretched them out or something; not because he had lost nearly enough weight, and made towards the door.

Only to be stopped by a very muscular chest and knocked back slightly.

Looking up he saw the boy he had bumped into raise an eyebrow. When their eyes met Gilbert found himself staring into the bluest eyes he had ever seen.

"You alright?" he asked.

Gilbert nodded.

The boy nodded in return before he turned to the nurse. He handed her a folder that had been tucked under his arm.

"They asked me to give that to you." he said. His eyes glanced to Gilbert. "And they sent me to be the tour guide."

Nurse Ratchet smiled at the boy. "Thank you Ludwig." She turned to Gilberts parents. "We will take care of things from here. You don't need to worry."

Elizaveta nodded as she looked at Gilbert once more.

"We'll visit as many times as we can." she said. "We'll see if we're allowed to tomorrow."

Gilbert nodded however he didn't look at them.

Elizaveta and Roderich shared a look.

"Well then." Roderich said uncertainly. "Please, try to let them help you son."

Gilbert snorted once more. Ludwig had turned his head to give them some privacy.

Elizaveta reached towards Gilbert and hugged him tightly. "See you soon." he heard her mumble before she let go and all that remained was her scent that clung to his clothes. Roderich had clasped his shoulder tightly and warmly before he took Elizaveta by the arm gently and they left.

"Nice parents." Ludwig said. "They really care about you."

"Shut the fuck up." Gilbert said. He shifted slightly as he kept his hold on his jeans.

"The bags will be brought to your room Gilbert." Nurse Ratchet said. "Room 306. I'll see you two later."

Ludwig nodded politely. "Have a nice day ma'am."

He walked beside Gilbert towards the elevators. "You want to see where the rooms are or the entertainments?" Ludwig asked.

"I don't care." Gilbert said.

"The rooms first then, those go by the fastest." Ludwig said nodding. "I don't know who is in each room so I don't know who your roommate is."

Gilbert choose to simply glare at the wall of the elevator.

They stopped on the third floor where Gilbert now followed Ludwig through the hallway. They stopped outside 306.

Ludwig glanced at the nameplate on the door; Gilbert noticed with a jerk that his name was now under someone named Alfred Jones, and Ludwig nodded once more.

"Seems like your roommate is Alfred." he said. "Not that bad of a choice of a roommate. Want to meet him if he's in there?"

When Gilbert didn't answer Ludwig took that as a yes and opened the door.

A boy, Alfred, looked up from one of the desks that was in the room and smiled lightly at them.

"Hey Ludwig." he said softly, his eyes fell on Gilbert. "Is this my new roommate?"

Ludwig nodded. "Hey Matthew." He ignored Gilberts start of confusion and continued. "Yeah it is. Gilbert this is Matthew Williams. Matthew this is Gilbert."

Matthew/Alfred got up and lightly shook Gilberts hand.

"Please just call me Matt." he said. "I hate how formal it gets when someone calls me Matthew. Your stuff is here by the way."

Gilbert nodded his thanks. His bags were on top of the bed closest to the door.

"I'm going to show Gilbert around." Ludwig said. "Do you want to come with us?"

Matthew/Alfred shook his head. "I need to finish this homework my dad brought me. But I'll join you guys for dinner in the cafeteria."

"See you there." Ludwig said. Gilbert followed Ludwig out after shooting his roommate one more confused glance.

"I thought you said that his name is Alfred." Gilbert said. He glanced at the name plate on the door once more to confirm the name.

"It is." Ludwig said as they walked. "But his name is also Matthew Williams."

"That makes no sense." Gilbert said.

"Try to figure it out." Ludwig encouraged. "Alfred is loud, obnoxious, and over bearing at times. Matthew is quiet, calm, and someone you can easily talk to."

"…multiple personality." Gilbert finally said.

Ludwig nodded his head. "There are a lot of teens here with various things that they are being treated for. I was here when Alfred's father brought him. The man was nearly in tears in concern for his son. He had no idea what was going on with him."

"How long have you been here?" Gilbert asked.

"Only a month and a half." Ludwig said placing his hands into his pockets. "That's nothing though, one boy; Kiku, has been here for a year. Refuses to leave his room, my roommate."

"He refuses to leave his room?" Gilbert asked.

Ludwig nodded. "They had to drug him to get out of his house and to this place. I think his brother had had enough."

They walked in silence for a few minutes.

"You're not asking me the biggest question." Ludwig finally said breaking the silence. "Why am I here?"

"Why are you here?" Gilbert asked.

Ludwig managed a smile. "My family thinks I have something wrong with me." He lifted his sleeve back slightly to show the cut wounds on the inside of his wrist. Gilberts eyes widened.

"You cut yourself." Gilbert said. "And you don't think you have a problem."

Ludwig nodded. "I know I don't have a problem."

"Well if you're cutting yourself you have a problem." Gilbert said.

Ludwig stared at him. "What are you here for?"

"My parents think I have a problem." Gilbert said, shifting his grip on his jeans once more. "They think I'm anorexic, bulimic, or some shit like that. Only skinny people are anorexic or bulimic."

"Do you not eat? Do you throw up?" Ludwig asked.

"I'm trying to lose weight." Gilbert said.

"If you don't eat, or if you do and then you make yourself throw up then you have a problem." Ludwig said.

"I don't have a problem." Gilbert insisted through clenched teeth.

"Well neither do I." Ludwig said.

For a few minutes they both stared at one another in silence.

"Let me show you the entertainment rooms." Ludwig finally said. "There's nothing here but rooms where you sleep."

Gilbert nodded and silently followed Ludwig back to the elevators.

For all its worth, I know I got the name Nurse Ratchet from somewhere but I cannot for anything come up with where.

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