Ivan's little world in his room (special 28 attn. anyone)

Ludwig frowns at the Pills in his hand and pretends to take them, slipping them under his tongue before drink the water. After the nurse left he spat them out and dressed up in a janitor's outfit.

Ludwig soon worked on cleaning. After he had seen the place he had yelled at the owner for the dirtiness, thus earning him a spot on the team to clean the building. He wouldn't have had it any other way, despite it being only one week in.

Soon Ludwig encountered room 28 and blinked. Normally he would have just went in but this door seemed... different. So he knocked quietly on the door, just to see if anyone was inside.

Ivan flinched at the sound of knocking. Would they let him out now? Surely they would, right?
He sat up quickly, looking at the door.

"W-who's there......?" He still wanted to know first...

Ludwig paused. 'Shit... someone's in there... Well, there's nothing to lose so...'

"L-Ludv-vig B-Beils-schmidt..." Ludwig announced, stuttering nervously and frowned, starting to feel suspicious. When that happened usually it wasn't good.

Ivan blinks. Ludwig? Wasn't it that German that came about an week ago? Or was it less or more..........
Anyway.

"U-umm.... Are you going to let me out...?" He asked with a childish and hopefull tone.

Ludwig blinked. "V-vell I'm n-not s-sure v-vhy you aren't o-out already..." Ludwig stated, still stuttering, biting his lip. Ludwig paused before nodding.

"J-ja. I v-vill l-let you out." Ludwig stuttered out the promise.

"Yay~! Thankyouthankyouthankyou~!" Still having that childish tone of voice, quickly going to the door, and looking outside from the little hole on the door, smiling like a little child.

"What time is it, if Ivan may ask~?"

Ludwig frowned. Wasn't he Ivan? Well... then again...

Ludwig pauses and moved a bit from the hole in the door and checked the clock. "T-t-two o'c-clock. On T-Tuesday..." Ludwig stuttered and became very suspiscious. Why wasn't Ivan free? Why didn't he know the time or day? 'I think I'm going to need to find out...'

"............. Is it am or pm~.....?" He asked before his stomach growled, and he put one hand on his stomach, but he still kept smiling.

Ludwig frowned and knew something was up. "A-am. P-please m-move av-vay from zhe d-door." Ludwig asked, stuttering, as he moved the cart farther back.

The door looked like it was locked. Because he had never needed to unlock a door he never had any keys. Therefore he'd kick the door down.

Giving his cart a once over to see if he had anything to aid him, Ludwig checked the door for weak spots and soon was ready to free this fellow.

"Okay~!" Ivan said and moved farther from the door.

Ludwig backed up before running at the door and kicking it, hard enough for it to swing open and nearly flatten someone if they were in the way.

Ludwig landed harshly on his back and hissed out in pain before getting up and moving on quickly to the next room to begin cleaning.

Ivan smiled and got out of the room, before going to wander around the place~.

Ludwig slipped into his room after a short while and lay down, relaxing.

"V-vell, zh-zhat v-vas the m-most fun I've had in avhile." Ludwig murmured, slowly becoming calm and realizes that no one's there so the stuttering stops slowly as well.

Ivan wondered around the area where the patients' rooms were, then hearing someone coming... He wasn't sure what to do! Was it one of the doctors, or a nurse, oror one patient?

Doctor Vargas left one of his patients rooms with a big smile on his face, normally he met the patients in his office, but when a patient was "special" or sick with something besides a mental illness he risked dirtying his office and that would be such a shame. Especially since that new fellow, the attractive blonde german man spent so much time and intensity cleaning it every evening. So everyday he did a round to visit the ill and "special cases he had scheduled for that day, and he was now on his way to one of the really "special" cases. A man named Ivan Braginski who might have dissociative disorder, or might just happen to be a compulsive liar and a psychopath or sociopath. It was actually even likely that he might have all three of those things being as one of his identities seemed rather cold and calculating. He turned the corner and waved as he nearly passed the tall silver haired man... Wait. Wasn't that the patient he was on his way to meet in a locked cell?

Ivan just smiled his childish smile, as doctor Vargas almost passed him, not much saying anything really.

Feliciano stared at the patient for what felt like a really long time, smile shrinking by just the slightest bit. "Ivan. What are you doing out of you're room silly? You know you're not supposed to try and run away."

Ivan kept smiling.
"Ivan wasn't trying to escape~ Nyet, why would he ever do that~? It's so nice in here~ But Ivan was getting quite hungry....." And his stomach growled after that.

Feliciano smiled, "Oh! Then why didn't you says so?" He asked brightly, already forgetting he'd hardly spent any time in the mans company. "We can start our session over some pasta!" He nodded happily, the staff always had some pasta specially brought in for him, it was one of the perks of the job.

"Yay~!" Ivan clapped his hands happily like a child and chuckled.

Ludwig got up and dressed, ignoring the little pill box as he always did unless he was forced, and grabbed his cart, before coming to the hallway holding the fellow he got out, Ivan, and Dr. Vargas. He tried to get pass quickly so he wouldn't have to say anything.

The Doctor grabbed Ivan's hands, pulling him along as he headed for the cafeteria, pausing only when one of his newer patients moved beside them. "Hello Ludwig! How are you doing today? Did you remember to take you're medication?"

Ivan happily held doctor Vargas' hand, smiling still what seemed to be a fake smile.

Ludwig froze slightly and opened his mouth before closing it and nodding, not wanting to give away that he truthfully hadn't. Giving a so so sign he sigh as he realized he was heading in the same direction.

The little Italian patted Ludwig on the back with his free hand. "That's very good Ludwig, I'm gonna keep trusting you to keep doing a good job about taking you're pills when they're supposed to be taken."