Ivan, a schizophrenic stuck in a mental hospital and forced to be on meds. He should’ve been released for good behavior by now, yet the new meds they gave him somehow made it seem as if Ivan was worse than he was when he got there.

His lord and savior, a man who was with him through every little traumatizing slip in his past. Is nothing more than a hallucination. But why would Ivan care as long as he gets to keep his dear companion?

These new meds, however. Worked so well that when Ivan woke up, was gone. In a desperate attempt at fixing it, he behaved as well as he could, got out of the hospital and managed to be released again.

Only to go to the apartment they readied for him, and drink water and alcohol til he almost couldn’t breathe anymore. Drunk, hungover, tired. Cuts all over his arms.

He was about to take his own life at this point. In complete misery. A shaky, hesitant hand gripping one of the kitchen knife’s. When the meds wore off. And he was.