Nice To Meet You [Open to everyone in the Children's Ward]

Ismet sat in the children's ward's special patient lounge, designed with children in mind. Children being people younger than ten, apparently, since there was nothing in here for teenagers of any sort really. Meaning that it was both boring and condescending.

He sighed, wishing he could go back to his room. But no; the nurses were all super pushy and wanted him to interact with other people around his age so as to not be anti-social. Which meant he got to sit here, bored, until they either let him go back to his room or someone decided to talk to him.

Since neither of those seemed like things that were going to happen anytime soon, he grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. Using these, he started drawing out random designs. He couldn't draw people or animals or plants or...anything, really. But he was good at making random patterns.

Peter was determined not to let this all get him down. Sure, things looked bleak with him confined to a hospital and migraines popping up on his every so often. He wasn't ignorant of that fact or the fact that his confinement meant he wouldn't be able to play football or anything else or how he wouldn't be able to see any of his old friends in here because they were all sods who weren't going to visit.

He knew both of those things, but he wanted to ignore them. Peter wanted his situation to be okay. Being mopey wasn't going to help him. His prison was as big as he made it. He would make it huge. But to make it huge, he needed to replace some things he was missing. He figured he'd try the special patient lounge, hoping to find some kindred spirits.

Didn't seem to be too much talent. Most of the occupants of the children's ward were just that. He walked farther inside, eyeing everyone briefly. Ah! There was someone whose age didn't fit on one hand after all. “Hey, what'chu got there?” He said, bending over into the others personal space in order to see what he was drawing.

Raivis really didn’t know why he left his room in the first place. The lounge was always full of little kids talking, playing, and just overall being loud. He really preferred the quiet of his little sanctuary, it was much more peaceful than the chaos of the rest of a hospital.

Peeking in to the lounge, Raivis noticed that for once, there were people closer to his age hanging out in there. Usually it was just little kids playing with their toys and running around. A tan boy was drawing something while a shorter, blond boy looked over his shoulder. Would it be a good idea to go check them out? Maybe. He could gain a couple new friends, but he also could gain a couple new bullies.

Well, they didn’t seem to be aggressive. That was good. The boy approached them, straightening his hat on the way. “W-What are you d-d-d-drawing?” He enquired, trying to catch a glimpse of the paper. He really, really hoped they would be nice.

Ismet tensed as someone leaned close to him, closer than he liked people to be. He stared at the boy, frowning slightly and shifting in his seat to be further away from him before registering exactly what he had been asked. "A piece of paper and a pencil." He said, sitting up in his seat. Sure, that probably wasn't what the other boy meant, but Ismet didn't believe in making things easy for the people who make him feel uncomfortable.

And why were people suddenly paying attention to him? He blinked at the other boy who had approached them, looking him over quickly. This look over lead to Ismet feeling more sympathy for this new boy than the original one who had bothered him. Silently, he slid the paper over to the new boy with a slight smile on his face. He wouldn't deny the fact that having people to talk to was...nice, especially since they were near his age instead of being super older or super younger.