Mini POV
     Dr. Willis let the others leave and kept us back.  He seemed a little upset this morning and I think that's because of what fourzero did.  He is now unconscious in a straight jacket.  
     "I'm going to explain some stuff further and you need to tell him," dr. Willis said motioning to the sleeping figure.  "Bryce are you listening?" 
     The blonde haired boy sat on his bed quietly giggling to himself.  He was mumbling to himself and rocked himself back and forth.  I could see the others were as confused about him as I was. 
     "Bryce?" He asked louder and got the boy's attention. 
      "Yes, Doctor?" He replied in a childish way. 
     "Are you listening to me?"
     "I am now." He was a giggly mess and I saw no sign of anger come from Dr. Willis. 
     "Well are you going to keep listening to me?"
     "Maybe," Bryce sang out. 
     "Please do listen to what I'm going to tell you," Dr. Willis said and looked happy as Bryce nodded.  "I'm the doctor that will be here to help all of you mentally.  I don't know yet if it would be good for you to go to the rest of the prisoners.  So for the time being you will be with each other and the others in this room." 
     "Why are we not allowed to make friends?" Smitty asked pouting. 
     "Because they are not good for you.  Now you will only get dinner to eat and if you're good I'll bring things to do while you are here.  I'll be back in a little bit, talk to each other please." With that said he walked out of the room and left us with each other. 
     "One meal a day," Smitty groaned out and fell back on the floor.  "How will I ever survive?"
     'Well this is very strange.  Wouldn't you say?'  Pablo said in my head and I tried to ignore it.  'Mi hermano why have you started to ignore me?'
     'Because you are just an annoying voice in my mind.  Now leave me alone,' I thought back and I felt him start to get frustrated. 
     'I'll show you how much of just a voice I really am.'  He started to attack my mind and it hurt like crazy.  It felt like someone was stabbing my head and I just needed to sleep.  Exhaustion took over and I passed out in the middle of the room. 

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I'm so sry I haven't updated this in a while.  I have no excuse for it and I'm so terribly sry for not doing it 'Till next time Scott out.