π΅ π πΈ π« π·πΆ π» (jukejoint) wrote in repose,
Quiet Home: Damian & Misha
Visiting hours at the Quiet Home were real hectic. Folks came in from out of town to see the kin they'd locked up. The visits were guilty things, with folks staying only long as they had to, and then breathing relief when they walked back on out again. But for them two hours, there was chaos.
Now, the doctors tried to keep the patients plenty medicated during visits, but some of the folks hid out here in the middle of nowhere, there wasn't nothing that could calm them long. Today, it wasn't no different. The room was big and filled with chairs, and visitors were ushered in after checking them for anything that could cause harm. Hard candy was permitted, but not a whole lot else, and the patients were strewn 'round the room. One was banging his head slow against a window. A girl was rocking in a chair. A boy was drooling on himself in buckets.
Misha, he was sitting curled in one of the chairs near the windows. He was wearing the white clothes issued to all the patients. Cotton, no drawstrings, and the shirt and pants real soft. The boy's gaze was plenty unfocused, and he had drool pooled at the corner of his whore-stained lips. His chin was against his chest, and he looked small and insignificant like he was, nothing sparking in eyes gone a dull and human blue.