He sat in an alcove, surrounded by trash. He was wearing nothing but his hospital gown, which covered little. He sat with his head in his arms, arms on his legs, legs curled up to his chest.
"GO AWAY!" He shouted at me as I watched him "I have had it with your lies!"
"Woah, woah," I said, coming closer. "What lies have I been telling you?"
"Not you! Them! I don't want it I just want..."
"To go home?" I said, sitting down next to him. For some reason I felt close to him, like I could trust him. "Look, just come back, let them run a few tests. You know doctors and their tests. If you do I guarantee you you can go home."
"You sure?" He said, looking nothing more than a lost child.
"Yeah, totally. Now come on." I gave him a hand up and we walked back to the hospital, together