Anti was sitting curled up in the darkest corner of the room. His body was weakened by the piercing pain moving from his head all the way down to his toes. He didn't want to be here, he wanted to be home, curled up under his blankets and watching some stupid TV. His train of thoughs was disturbed when he hear the door open. He didn't bother to lift his head to see who it was though.
“Anti? Are you awake?” Ade slowly walked into the plain white room, where the boy were seated.
“I’m a sweetheart because you made me into one, I owe all this to you,” the poltergeist smiled fondly, resting his forehead against her and he reached down to hold the woman’s hand in his own. “You’re the best part of this institution, no wonder everyone likes you so much, and they speak fondly of you. You are everything I could have ever wish for.”