Michael gazed at the boy still in his hospital gown, the dark circles under his eyes contrasting with his porcelain skin. He was trembling, his hand over his right arm where blood had been taken.

"Hey," Michael said nonchalantly, trying to hide his gay, "I'm Michael. You are?"

"J-Jeremy," the boy stuttered, taking a seat on the empty bed in the room.

"So what's your story?" Michael asked, "brought a knife to school or something?" he assumed from the boy's disheveled appearance.

"N-No, I-uh- I overdosed.."

"Like on Heroin?!" Michael grinned, laughing a bit.

"No, P-Prozac," Jeremy said softly.

"Prozac, like the antidepressant?" Michael asked, his smile falling. Wrong move to joke about that.

"Yeah. I took all my pills. They had to pump my stomach 'n stuff..."

"Gnarly.." Michael grinned as the speakers sounded.

'12:00. All persons report to the cafetorium.'

"That's our queue. Oh, and be careful. The food here is terrible," Micha chuckled.

Jeremy smiled softly. With a boy this cute around, how could he dislike this place?