Room 3 - Raivis Galante

"Open the door" He instructed the orderly. "I'll take him to the cafeteria and then the outer grounds." The door creaked open and he smiled. "Good morning Raivis, lets go eat."

"G-Good morning." Raivis stuttered, hesitantly emerging from his cell. He looked down the hall, shivering at it's sheer emptiness. This drove him to scoot a little closer to Carlos' side. Hopefully, simply being closer to someone would drive off the fear that was already closing in on him.

Oh God, were those the monsters closing in on them from? "They're c-c-coming..." He whimpered softly, taking hold of his doctor's arm for protection. He would keep them away. He had to...

He noticed as the boy inched closer to him then grabbed his arm. Were his delusions that serious that even now, when he was just awoken and semi lucid. "Raivis?" he asked then shook his head. "Then we should go then, besides, its waffle day in the cafeteria. Do you like waffles Raivis?" They began to walk down the hall,calmly and quietly. Gingerly, the doctor squeezed his hand to comfort the boy. He grinned faintly, a small sadness in his face.

Raivis blinked, turning his attention back to the doctor. "W-Waffles?" He asked, thinking about the offer, "Y-Yeah... I l-like waffles." Food would be good. Especially food with sweet syrup. He liked syrup. Right? Yes. Of course he did. He gingerly squeezed Carlos's hand in return, finally getting his shivering under control as they made their way to the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was mostly empty this time of morning. Good. A calm environment was just what he needed now. He led him to a table. "Do you want to come with me to get food or would you like me to get some for both of us? Either way is fine. While we eat we can continue our chat. Is that alright?"

Raivis pondered his doctor's question. Sit alone, or help get the food? It didn't take long at all for him to decide. "I'll j-just go with y-you." He said, not quite willing to relinquish his hold on the other's hand. It made him feel just a little bit safer. "I d-don't m-mind." He replied, referring to the doctor's second question. "W-What were we ch-chatting about, again?"

He was still holding his hand. He smiled reassuringly at the boy and they walked to the serving line. The steam curled and made Carlos smile, he could see the warm waffles setting on plates under the heat lamps. He looked at the cafeteria worker and held up two fingers. "Two orders of waffles,one with strawberries and whipped cream, one plain."

The worker dressed and served the doctor, who set the plates on his tray. He carried them carefully, not letting go of Raivis's hand back to a table. "Ah, yes, we were chatting about music last time we talked. I do want to know what other things you like Raivis. I want us to be comfortable with each other."