This is something I started, it's short o3o But I'll write more :3

Arthur sat on his small twin sized bed, hands in front of him, green eyes plastered on the white expanse of the wall in front of him, he had just taken his medication and the Brit felt extremely alone in the cold white room without his friends. He laid down on the small bed and curled up into a tight ball, blonde hair falling onto his eyes as he continued to stay like that. It felt like hours as the pill started to wear off and everything blurred together. He really wanted to see his friends, but the pill created a barrier. The blonde sniffed, trying to hold back his tears, until he felt a hand on his side. He looked up and saw the smiling face of an albino with red eyes, who stroked his side gently. The Brit slowly stopped crying, loneliness slowly faded as the other brought him to his chest, holding him close. He squeezed his eyes shut, he knew he had to get better or they'll never let him leave this white prison. He bit the inside of his cheek. "He's not real..." He whispered. "He's not real..." The Brit repeated but the more he scrunched up the albino's shirt, the more he began to believe he was real. "He's...not..." Arthur slowly looked up, his eyes widening when he noticed the albino had dissapeared. "Real..." He let his hands dropped to his side as he slowly turned to the wall again, loneliness slowly set once again. The blonde gripped his pants, as he continued to stare at the wall, he slowly brought his feet onto the bed and wrapped his arms around his legs, curling into a ball. His head dropped to his knees, sniffling. "Why can't you be real...?"