It's happening again. I can't take it anymore!

"He was great. I don't know what all the fuss was about, but you really should get someone in there to look at his arms. He had a moment and scratched himself all up," Felix explained easily. He looked at himself and added, "Oh, I don't suppose you have an extra shirt lying around somewhere in this place?" He closed the door behind him, now standing with the doctor in the hallway. "Also... Do you know somewhere close by that I could stay? The college isn't funding me for the lodging part because all the hotels around here are so darn expensive. And I'm a college kid... So I'm broke." He laughed nervously, grabbing the back of his neck with one of his hands and letting his eyes travel to the floor

Felix smiled, "That'd be perfect! Thanks so much. I was actually kind of worried about finding somewhere to stay. So, are there any paper I need to fill out or anything? I know the last time I job shadowed there were heaps of release forms and such."
He was leaning against the door, picking at some of the dried blood on his arms. He wasn't exactly sure if he would be meeting other patients or what would be going on. The first day was always awkward, but this was even worse because this was a real job and it was important and he couldn't mess anything up.

Should we skip to the next day? Or did you have some plans?

Felix woke up, startled at first, because he was unsure where he was. The realization hit him after his eyes flicked over the barren space. Number one priority on Sunday, ask his roommate to send him some pictures from their room. He couldn't stand how blank it all looked. With a sigh, he flung himself from the bed, barely landing on his feet. He caught his footing and went to his suitcase, digging through the clothes. He settled on a pair of old, low-rise jeans and a black v-neck. He pulled them on and cuffed his jeans. He put on some gray dress socks with little black anchors all over them. When he put on his black Vans, you could see some of the socks. His glasses completed the look.

He walked to the main floor, taking his time. He was familiarizing himself with all the sights of the hospital. The night before, after leaving Ryder, he had met a multitude of other patients at different stages of recovery. He cycled through the names as he looked around. Finally, he reached the ground floor, his finger toying with the silver chain that his rosary hung on. He smiled at the front desk lady. She offered him a grin back as he turned into the little space where he checked himself in for work. Then he was supposed to spend some time with a few of the patients. After lunch until the end of the day, he would be working with Ryder.

Felix walked out of the little lobby, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of Ryder. The boy was sitting cris-cross on the ground. He had leaned himself up against the wall, and his eyes were directed at the wall. Felix let his eyes wander to the spot where Ryder was looking, surprised to see the painting. It was beautiful, no doubt. After a few moments of staring at the scene, he walked over.
"Hey, Ryder, mind if I sit with you?" his tone was light, and left plenty of space for a rejection. He didn't mind if the boy said no, but he was pretty sure Ryder wasn't supposed to be out here. He knew that, of all the patients he could see in the lobby, Ryder was the least likely. He bit his lip, waiting for a reply.

That would be cool haha!

"I'm guessing you painted that?" Felix said. He didn't want to break the quiet calamity, but he was really curious. The comfortable pause stretched out over the lobby, creeping into Felix's bones.
The lady at the front desk just stared at the pair, her eyes wide with incredulity. She'd never quite seen anything like the two of them. Part of her just wanted to take out her phone and take a picture. The more logical side of her said that she should call the security and have Ryder taken back to his room. She did nothing.

Felix smiled, glancing over at the boy leaning against his shoulder. He contemplated taking Ryder back to his room. He quickly deemed the option unnecessary. That ran the risk of waking the young boy up, and Felix knew he needed to sleep. He just sat there, glancing down at the young boy. Not many people came in, so he wasn't worried about being in people's way.

That's the most awful thing I've ever written. I don't know what's wrong with me....

Felix sprung to his feet quickly. He swiftly made his way over where the security guy was "wrestling" with Ryder. He looked up at the man who was holding onto Ryder. In a deep, animalistic noise, he growled, "Let him go. Right. Now." His normally calm and friendly face was contorted into a snarl. He could actually be considered terrifying in that moment.

[That's really short... Sorry]

Felix wrapped his arms around Ryder protectively, another low growl emitting from his throat. It was obviously directed towards the two security men. His eyes were dark, view locked on the men. He easily scooped the small-framed boy up into his fully capable arms. Without skipping a beat, he said, "I've got it from here, lads." His voice was completely calm and level. There was even a highlight of kindness in his tone. He'd turned his mood around within a second.

"Hey, do you want to go back to your room, or would you rather stay out here?" Felix murmured into the boy's ear. His warm, minty breath fanning over Ryder's cheek. He completely ignored the pair who were staring at him. Finally, he mumbled, "Close your mouth. You don't want to catch any flies." There was a bit of hostility in his voice. As soon as he looked down at the boy in his arms, his whole face softened again. He was cradling the boy in an overly protective manner, but Ryder could easily get away if he wanted to.

"Your wish is my command," he said, his voice light and joking. He headed towards the door and stopped abruptly, staring at the key insert. A quiet sigh escaped from between his lips. With a quick glance down at Ryder, he made a decision. "Can you do me a favor? I'm going to set you down, and you can get on my back. It's easier to hold on to someone with one arm that way," he explained simply. That way he could flash his key card without worrying that he would drop the boy.

Felix shrugged, "I was just offering. When I was your age, I would've killed to have been carried around, but I was way too big for anyone to even try. Being tall is a curse." His voice was joking, but his words held a note of truth to them. The fact that he had never been carried around was more due to the fact that no one wanted to bother with him. He had been quite a burden to most of the people around him when he was seventeen. He'd only had one friend when he was younger.