Who: Gizmo and Shock Where: The courtyard, dusk When: Sunday evening Rating: TBD, probably no more than PG/13.
Giz hadn't had the best week of his life; it had kicked off with being insulted in the rec room to the point of almost making him cry in front of people, then progressed steadily downward. A bad failed attempt at a bath followed by a seizure, finding out that Dean and Jo weren't really talking right now, and the realization that nobody back home cared if he was here or not had all happened to the poor little guy, and at the moment he just really wanted the company of a familiar friend. Doctor Hotch was okay, of course, he was very nice and always looking out for Noah and being nice to him, and Rikku was fun too when she didn't have to shoo him off to do her nurse duties. But beyond that he really didn't have any friends in the facility except Dean and Shock, and they were often off doing their own thing.
At the moment, though, he had gone by Shock's room and knocked on the door, aware that it was just before dinnertime and she might not even be there. But she had pulled open the door and he looked at her with sad gray eyes, looking for all the world like he just needed a big bear hug.
"Can we go for a walk?" he asked pitifully, looking at the younger goth girl with hope in his eyes. "If you're not busy? Please?"