Requested by greencat101
You sat quietly on your makeshift bed that you shared with your fellow stitchpunk, 6.
He was still asleep since it was maybe hours before dawn, but you've been up for hours.
Of course for 6 he has a similar problem like you, but it isn't as severe as your illness.
For the two mentally ill, you two get
Along better than anyone else in this God Forsaken place.
But who could blame you?

Only 6 is the one that understands.
And that's all it will ever be.