"I'm fine... a little nervous....but fine, how about you?"

"Great as usual, busy though.... you'll be dealing with Elizabeth Gregories in room 453 on the upper level, she's suicidal and majorly depressed..." Parker sighed; he had dealt with depression cases for a year, he actually wanted to start helping people and get out there. He wanted to get into people's minds, see how they ticked, and then help them, but he had to start somewhere right? Brenard smiled and looked in Parker's direction as if sensing his disappointment. Just then, a doctor came rushing into the office, startling both Brenard and Parker. The father looked up first, making eye contact with the doctor.

"It's Elizabeth.... she's dead, she died this morning after slicing her wrists and hung herself..." Parker gulped; Brenard sighed. Parker took a breath, reassuring himself that he would be fine to carry on another case without getting cold feet. Brenard ran a hand through his thick, black hair before typing something into the computer. Parker watched the man work and sat quietly in the seat awaiting his next assignment.

He searched through millions of files until he came across one in particular that interested him. He clicked on the name and read through the profile. Blaine Anderson, 21 years old, schizophrenia, room 19; he scrolled down more revealing more details about Blaine's medical history; no serious allergies, broke an arm and a finger, already had chicken pox; the doctor sighed, this would have to do. Parker watched as he slid the office chair over the wooden surface before rummanging through a filing cabinet and taking out a thick looking file. Parker chringed internally but went back to waiting for his next job which he hoped was something challenging. Brenard handed Parker the folder, taking out his own on the boy and reading through, briefing Parker on what he was up against.

"he has schizophrenia; Hallucinations, voices; the absolute works... his moods change quickly, he doesn't speak very much...just sings a song when he's scared... and Parker.. be careful..." Parker's hand lingered over the handle as he looked over his shoulder at the man who had warned him to be careful, he was sure this was going to be fun, he was also sure that his father-in-law would never set him up with something he couldn't handle. Despite their differences, Parker and Brenard had always gotten long, even when he asked for his permission to marry his step-son, Sebastian Smythe-Anderson. Sebastian was a tall, beautiful man with brown hair and green eyes that popped against his oliver color skin. He was very charming; which might have been what Parker found the most attractive about his husband; but to Parker everything but Sebastian's bubbly, smug personality which often times made Parker want to smack his husband over the head with a very, very heavy bag of potatoes, was unique and sexy. Parker walked slowly, lunch was coming to it's end and he knew he had all the time in the world to get to room 19, it was even on the same level he was currently on; the main level.

"Afternoon Dr.Smythe!" Chase greeted, grabbing the clipboard from the younger man's hands before reading it over.

"Blaine Anderson huh?" He spat. "That way..." Chase said, pointing in the direction of room number 19. Parker hesitated for a moment, his hand lingered over the pass key on his neck before he pressed it against the screen, making the door unlock. Parker walked inside and looked around; the room smelled of vomit, cleanser, and sweat. The room was smaller than most of the rooms in the place but it was one of the nicer; the walls were covered in a white paint that lit up the room and made the small room glow. Parker walked further in and took it in; there was a large window, barred so the patient couldn't escape, a small desk sat in the left corner, it's contents sprayed all over the top, a nightstand to the right which looked to be home of a small collection of books and a bed, in the right corner of the room. The bed was small and it didn't take much to notice the patient sitting on it; he had curly brown hair and wore only an orange coloured jumpsuit, with the top pull down, revealing only a white scrub-looking shirt and arm muscles.

Blaine was propped up against the wall, back against it and his head leaning on the headboard. Parker shut the door but the boy didn't move, instead he seemed to have consentrated more on the ceiling than the other man standing in the room. He whispered a song slowly over and over again; the second time was when he heard it the best.

" ittsy bittsy spider crawls...... up the water spout...down came.... the rain ....and washed the spider out..out came..... the sun and dried up all the rain and the ittsy bittsy spider, never lived again....." Blaine cooed eerily, snapping his hand towards the bed on the last three words, making Parker shiver as he looked at the young boy chanting the song over and over again.

"Good afternoon..." Silence. Parker sat on the bed and looked at Blaine who was still chanting the kids song multiple times while looking around frantically. Parker felt bad for the kid, even though he was only nine years older than him he still did and probably always would; he seemed sweet. Blaine looked up slowly, eyes pouring into Parker's as he sat up straight and silenced his chanting but never spoke. Parker looked at the boy, who kwirked his head to one side and studied him. Moments passed before the doctor decided to start the meeting; he knew though he wasn't going to get much out of him today.

"What's your name?" Parker started, even though he had already known the boy's name, he thought treating him like a friend would make it easier for him to help Blaine. Blaine looked into his lap but didn't say anything.

"What's your name?" Parker started again. Blaine didn't look up but kept his head down as he pointed to the paper and pen in the doctor's hands.

"You want this?" He held the items up and Blaine nodded. Parker handed him the paper, he quickly grabbed it and started scribbling something upon the lines, stopping a bit and looking thoughtful. He handed it back and flinched when the doctor put out his hand to grab it. Parker looked at the paper and smiled slightly. Scribbled messily on the paper was five words; my name is Blaine Anderson....

and immediatly he knew he was making progress.