Daniel sat down on the bed in his room, stretching backwards as he did. 

Daniels room was a little bit more decorated than the other ones. His mother still sent him cards and packages, and with one of them, she sent a package of chalk. She still thought he was four fucking years old, apparently, so she assumed that chalk would be a good gift idea. Regardless, Daniel got incredibly bored one day and, having nothing else to do while locked up in his little room, began drawing different shapes and designs on the walls. Eventually they were covered with intricate designs, which he still occasionally added to. Other than that, however, his room was nearly identical to the other ones.

Daniel looked over towards the wall with the barred up window thing. Last time he checked there was nobody in the cell next to his.

[i]Perhaps[/i] he thought, [i]the new patient was.[/i]