"Seeing as I have not seen you repeatedly offer yourself sexually to everyone in sight, I would have to say no," Wyatt replied, simply.

"Thats true.." Ofelia said. Siting in her corner. She continued to hum...he didnt seem interested in talking with her...so she decides to leave him be.

Wyatt just sat there for a moment, and then he began to sway. "They're so...loud..."

"The screamer? yes...I hate it.." Ofelia said putting her hands over her ears, humming the jazz tune...Wyatt played the night before....she even got her lighter out and started burning the scars on her wrists, still humming...rocking back and forth..humming louder n louder...

Wyatt grumbled, poking his forehead. "My brothers are rowdy tonight. They need to shush...I want to sleep."

"Oh..sorry.." Ofelia hummed and laid on her side..."Wyatt? You think you could play some more jazz for me?"

"Sure..." Wyatt dug around for his saxophone. He easily prepped it and played another song for her...a faster jazzy song. He hoped the orderlies wouldn't come in to complain about the noise.

"Thanks..." Ofelia Nodded her head to the music before nodding off.

Once she was asleep, Wyatt carefully packed his saxophone away and curled up in bed, sleepy for once. He just wanted to relax.

When morning came, she felt Ill Puking all over the floor and passing out in it...

Wyatt didn't seem to mind at all--he just idly pressed the panic button in the cell, which was on his side, and stayed in his cocoon of covers, away from the sight and smell of anything outside of that cocoon. The panic button would bring some medical staff rushing down to the cell to help her.

The staff came and helped Her to the medical ward, cleaning up her mess.
When They realized she just had the flu, they sent her back to her cell after a few hours of sleep.
Ofelia just came in and laid down Ignoring Wyatt. "sorry for the mess" She said quightly, as if she were about to cry.

Wyatt was still curled up in his cocoon, comfortably. "It's quite all right..." he assured her, sleepily. He seemed unusually tired for some reason.

"Oh, Thats good." She said, laying there. She got up and curled next to wyatt. "I feel safe around you" She whispered, and started to cry.

Wyatt poked his head out of his 'cocoon.' He was not good with dealing with breakdowns, drama, or the emotions of others. He curled up next to her, facing her, and patted her head. "No need to cry."

"Sorry. I never cry, but they gave me this weird tasting stuff.." She said sniffling. She really never cried, not once in her whole life did she cry. Until Today.

Wyatt tilted his head. "Perhaps you need something to drink? They should be bringing us food and some water or milk or something, soon. You can wash the taste out of your mouth when it comes..."

"Ok, sounds Ok...is there food any good?"

"The ice cream and other sweets are good. Their pastas are good. The rest is sort of iffy..." Wyatt seemed sure about this.

"well then, I guess I will be fine then..." whats with this guy? why am I so drawn to him even though he shows not the lest bit if interest?

"That is good to hear." Wyatt seemed to be the kind of person who was bored, all the time...every minute of his life.

"Yes..I suppose....." What could he be thinking?...Why does he look so ...bored? Maybe its the meds? Ugh..I wish he would open up a bit more....

Wyatt played with his fingers for a moment. Then, suddenly, he straightened up and didn't move a muscle, closing his eyes.