Saimon sighed, entering his home. Working as a psychiatrist could be highly stressful, but it all was worth it when he came home to his favorite patient. Earlier that day he had picked up the medication he had prescribed, a high dosage of depression and anxiety pills that weren't needed. He grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen.

"Hey," he called out, searching around the house before entering their shared bedroom. He found the boy sleeping peacefully on their bed, cuddled up in the blankets. Saimon smirked to himself, seeing him sleeping so peacefully made him sick.

"Wake up sleepyhead," he said, placing the pills on the nightstand. He was debating whether or not he should let the poor boy sleep, but he chose otherwise, of course. "You need to take your medicine." He opened the pills, taking one from each of the three bottles and shoved them towards a half awake figure along with the glass of water.