Theo had been forcibly fed and they'd given him a potion to stop him from throwing the food back up; he felt full and sick and heavy inside but the more he dissociated from it the less it bothered him. He stumbled into his room, let loose into it like a dog being ushered into a kennel; it wasn't that they were abusive to him, not really. After a while, it was just difficult to see the patients as people, easier to forget and think they were objects.
He saw Greg but didn't believe it when he did, ducking his head back down, letting his hair shield him away. He went back to his corner and curled up there, rubbing his finger against the waxy marks of crayon on the wall, his other hand rubbing his stomach,t rying to soothe it.