Khyl-Arms hospital was a special kind of a hospital. It wasn't the kind that healed people with broken arms or broken legs. The doctors there worked with people that no one else wanted to work with- the outcasts. I say doctors, but it wasn't a hospital with doctors either. No one had a medical degree, nor was anyone a Doctor of Philosophy. They were all simply broken people who came by the building everyday to help broken people.
Alex's parents had both died the year that they found out their child had been accepted to the prestigious Amherst University. With no one to help pay for the tuition or plane tickets, Alex gave up on everything-college, becoming a lawyer, the future, everything. With no better option in mind at the time, Alex decided to take a walk. It was during this gloomy walk that Alex discovered Khyl-Arms hospital. The building's exterior appeared to be extremely dilapidated as though it was hit heavily by it's age. Flora was growing in strange regions and there was a curious stench all throughout the area. Alex walked towards the entrance of the building and kicked the door; it opened slowly. The hallways were surprisingly clean and hardly resembled the outside of the building. After just thirty seconds, Alex found a boy in a chair, staring at the ground. Before Alex could say anything, the boy diverted his attention from the ground to the wall, then stared straight at Alex. The boy tried to stand up, but fell on his face and winced. With his arms at his hips, he looked at Alex and said, "My name's August. Who are you?"
"I'm Alex. I was just walking around. Do you have any parents?" Alex said. The boy's face wasn't concentrated on Alex's face anymore, but her pockets. After a few seconds, he looked at her face again and answered her question.
"No."
"Well, neither do I. Do you have any friends? Does anyone else come by here?" Alex asked curiously.
Instead of answering, the boy simply lay on the ground and Alex stayed with the boy until it got dark.
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