WARNING: Pink bl00d, t3ars, flashing lights. WARNING: TRUE EVENTS. Flag 2x When I was gone from Scratch for about 5 to 6-ish months, a lot happened, most of it too personal to say, but I can give you the brief idea. I was h0st!taliz3d for reasons from m3nt^l !ssu3s. Little did we know the h0sp!tal was BAD. I mean don't give a **** about their pati3nts bad. I was in the middle of a PTS* att^ck, when a fellow pati3nt called for help [tysm...]. All the d0ct0rs did was thr0w me in a !ns^n3 ^s!lum looking room, where it only made things worse. I pvnch3d the metal door [bad idea I soon found out], and !njvred my hand. I used a piece of my shirt [pretty much paper ;-;] to use as a band-aid. There was a window where a doctor 0bs3rv3d me. I was in there for what felt like hours. Later on, the room not being exactly sound proof, I heard loud, distant sh0vt!ng, like f!ght!ng. This triggered a lot of fl^shb^cks and tr^vma. Welp, my favorite song is in a vent now. ;-;
