"Alright. This is our stop. C'mon Reagan, follow me." 

A young female in a white doctor's coat stood by the exit, waiting for the only patient on board to follow her off the bus. She had curly dirty blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. With or without heels, the tanned woman was taller than her patient. Not saying the patient was short, but merely that she was tall. On the doctor's name tag, 'Ms. Tanner' was engraved signifying who she was. Her coat hid most of her attire, but the edges of a black skirt could be seen. 

"Come on Davie. I promise you'll be okay." Her voice was soothing, motherly even. She reached out to Davie, that being the patient's name, and waited for him to trust her enough so they could get off the bus. 

A male, in his early twenties stared out the window, sitting in the middle of the two person seat. [i]'If I sit too close to the window I could get hurt by glass. But if I sit on the edge, I may fall and get a concussion. It- It should be best to sit here.'[/i] He flinched at every speeding car, and cowered away from people walking past seeing him on the bus. And finally, the white bus came to a stop. 
[I]'Trenton State Hospital.'[/i] Davie read the sign of the building he was suppose to live in. It didn't look so bad with it's white furnished outer walls and the nice small garden sitting in front of the hospital decorated with yellows and oranges. 

"But-" 
"You're not going to get hurt dear. I promise you." Ms. Tanner spoke before he could start worrying and have another anxiety attack. It was hell getting him onto the bus, she tried to make it much less of a pain for the both of them. Davie hesitated, but swallowed the nervousness and got off the bus with the doctor. 

"This is where you will be staying. You'll be treated and cared for by the best." 

Davie tuned her out halfway as she showed him around. He mesmerized rooms, emergency exits, and the office. He was shown his room, a simple room with a bed and a tan desk, but afterward he was escorted out. Confused, he decided to pay a little more attention. 
"As of now, everyone is relaxing in the Lounge Area. It's a schedule system to keep everything in order... Are you getting all this Davie?" She knew of his symptoms, but she was sure he wasn't slow and could retain information. 

"Yes...Yes ma'am." He said quietly and followed her through a set of large double doors. Inside, patients were sitting around or doing small activities alone or by themselves. Doctors occasionally walked through, writing things on clipboards or talking to one of the patients. "Go on." Was all the doctor said before she let Davie go off by himself, free to do as he wanted. The blonde stood in his place for a few moments, studying everything. There was a Jenga puzzle off to the side, a tv with three couches, with two being used, a few scattered books, and other various things. [i]'I don't want to go where it's crowded. They could get upset and hurt me... I don't want to go by the window... That might break.'[/i]

After a few more scrambled and panicked thoughts he finally made the decision to take a seat on one of the couches farther from the others, only to observe everyone else and mind his own business. 

[i]'I never got to ask...why I was sent here? Why are there so many doctors? Am I sick?[/i]