Mark slowly opened the door to room 412. He peeked in, and saw the patient still unconscious. He stepped in, and softly shut the door behind him. He took a seat, and took no notice to how a chair was already pulled up. 

"Hello, Ty. I've never really met you." Mark spoke softly, leaning forward. "Y'know, you and Adam seem close." 

"I know you probably don't care to hear my own words, but listen, will ya?" Mark asked, leaning his elbow on the arm rest. "There's this girl I like. She turned me down, ya'know. But I still love her. It's hard to hold in my feelings. What should I do?" Mark leaned back, rubbing his forehead. "I know you won't respond, but try to listen at least. Adam can't function right without you, so I thought you were some kind of best friend whose motivational." Mark explained. 

"But now that I look at you, you seem like the type of person who doesn't give a shit." Mark stated bluntly. He stared at Ty for a moment, then reached out a hand towards his bangs. But just as he was about to part it, he paused. "I guess I should go." Mark stood up. He walked over to the door. 

Ty's arm shifted. 

"Oh yeah, hey Ty?" Mark asked, staring at his hand. It gripped the handle tightly. "Wake up soon, okay bud? I want Adam to be happier." Mark shifted, before opening the door and disappearing into the hallway. 

As the door shut, Ty opened his eyes.

A/N 

So. How's life? Sorry for short chapter? I'm getting delusional; very tired.