Waking Up in A Mental Hospital (Closed)

(welp im alone)

'Well, you must be hurt. Want me to ask with the heads?' Benji brushed back a lock of his hair.

(gn yall)

Benji swung his baseball bat over his shoulder. 'I'll set down the breakfast. Mind if I eat with you? I'm starving. I'm a pretty crappy nurse.'

(I'm so sorry. I just got back from prom and I'm about to go to sleep.)
Jessie shot up from the bed he was in. "Where? Where am I?" He looked around the room he was in and himself, before seeing an IV in his arm, which he promptly yanked out.

Benji took a large bite of one of the rolls. 'Gee, I hope they're not drugged.'

Luke sobs softly, scared, hurt, and unsure. His fists were bloody from punching the walls, banding on them as he screamed to be let out. Blood drips from his almost feminine hands to the floor. His eyes are screwed shut. He just wanted to go home. He didn't like this. His family… his big brothers… He stares at the infinity sign on his wrist after a moment. It matched his brothers, Ethan. He curls into a ball, crying softly.

Jessie slid out of bed and started pacing the small room he was in. The door was closed and he had no care to see if it were locked or not. He wondered where he was and how he got there, but didn't panic much because Jessie knew it would only make the situation worse.

Harper had no idea why this female was extending their arm. "Why are you doing that?" she asked.

(BTW going to be offline for today, feel free to use Harper but she doesn't understand anything about the outside world so things like "Dude" or "High Five" are completely forein to her as well as sarcasm and figures of speech. And using literally when you mean figurativly)

Paran knew he was a doctor. It would be stupid to assume otherwise with the badge on his chest. Green eyes scanning the room, and the large sign reading "Break," he stood up. Rolling his shoulders, he didn't remember falling asleep, didn't even remember working here. A note on the door seems to call to him.
Dr. Liepus,
In your current situation, you are most likely confused, perhaps even scared. Please don't worry, all is well. Currently you are in a mental asylum, as one of the only medically trained people there. Instructions will be provided for you with treatments for the patients. All patients have agreed to an experimental procedure to help with a variety of mental issues. Most likely the patient will deny having any problems. Do. Not. Believe. Them. They are dangerous. They are lying.
Dr. Heele

Luke was curled on the ground, absolutely nothing left in him. He was limp, his hands still bleeding as he sniffles. He was so scared. Terrified. His dead like eyes stare at the infinity tattoo on his wrist as he shudders, trying to keep his breath even.

(Sorry I was gone so long, should I just have Elijah wake up?)

Harper had no idea why this female was extending their arm. "Why are you doing that?" she asked.

"Uh, well, it's to shake hands. It's a greeting." Charlie explained, letting her arm drop back to her side.

Elijah woke up with a start. He glanced around the room groggily, his eyes widening when he realized it wasn't his own. He looked down at himself, his eyes trailing past the hospital gown to the IV in his arm. "What the.." He muttered, trying to understand. "Where am I?!" He screamed, trying to get someone to hear him.

"Oh. I will remember that."

"Hello?!" He asked, ripping the IV out of his arm. He ran towards the door, trying to get it open.

"Oh. I will remember that."

"Where are we?" Charlie asked as she pushed herself off the wall, limping heavily with her prosthetic. The annoying buzzing noise from the lights were still there, filling the silence.

"The Asylum. You're subjects for testing. This is a safe place, outside is not safe."

Benji was a bit startled. 'I'll put in a request with the heads.'

Elijah tried to calm his breathing down. "Let me out!" He screamed, pounding at the door.

"The Asylum. You're subjects for testing. This is a safe place, outside is not safe."

"Asylum? I'm not. . . crazy." Charlie said slowly, furrowing her brow in confusion.

Jessie heard the screaming from a few doors down. He stopped pacing for a second and listened, the panicky outcry starting to stress him. He sat back down on the bed and clutched the forearm that previously held his IV protectively, panic and fear starting to fill him up.

Benji didn't know what was going on, the heads had told him not to let anyone leave. 'I'm real sorry, I don't think you can. The heads will be angry with me.'

Paran opened the door, and walked out into the hallway. Assorted panicked noises echoed around him. Walking to find the sources, Paran discovered a room, probably a common area. White couches and a table, all bolted to the floor. Idling, he decided to wait until the patients found their way here.