Toby had decided that when he finally ended his pathetic excuse of a life, he would do so with a flourish. The best damn death the world, or at least New York, had ever seen. All he needed, was a way to do it.

Three days after he decided that, he was on a park bench, his blood running in tiny rivers down his hands to mix with the grass and dirt. Long slits, almost identical to each other, criss-crossed along his pale white wrists and arms. Toby Mathews, age eighteen, was not going to die the glamorous death he had dreamed of.

What one never expects after trying to kill them self is to wake up, alive. Especially not to find a bright pair of blue eyes staring at them. Toby stared at those eyes for a moment before scooting back, ripping wires and tubes out of his arm by doing so. The silence of the room was shattered by beeps and loud screeching coming from everywhere at once. Toby covered his ears instinctively, forgetting all about the stranger. However, his attention snapped back when he felt someone taping a needle back in place. The noises quieted slightly.

"W-who are you?" he asked, lowering his hands. "More importantly, where am I and why am I here?"

The blonde man the blue eyes belonged to smiled. "My name is Brent," he said quietly, running his hand through Toby's brown hair. "You're here, in the hospital, because I brought you here." He waited patiently for Toby to absorb that. Finally, Toby spoke. "Why?" he asked.

"Why what?"

"Why did you bring me here? I don't want to be here! You had no right to-"

"To save you."

Toby faltered, searching for the right words. "Yeah," he answered lamely.

Brent only laughed and ruffled Toby's hair again. "You're sweeter than I had expected."

Sweeter than he had expected? Toby's fight or flight mechanism kicked in. Brent was beginning to scare him.

Brent kissed him on the forehead before standing up to leave. "Don't worry pet," he said. "I'll be back." Then, he disappeared out the door.

That night, Toby had nightmares.

"You can leave at any time Mr. Mathews." the doctor said, checking his clipboard. He had, of course, mentioned his name during the two week stay, but what it was, Toby couldn't recall.

"That's it? I can leave?" He stood up excitedly.

The doctor nodded. "We aren't a psychiatric ward. We don't have an obligation to keep you here. Besides, Dr. Andrews will be taking you in."

"Doctor who?"

"Me," a new voice answered.

Toby stared at the new comer. Shining blonde hair, bright blue eyes... It was the crazy man!

"You again..." Toby turned towards the doctor. "I don't want to go with him! He's crazy!"

"Now, now," Brent said. "No need for name calling."

"I'll take my leave now," the doctor said, heading for the door. "Be careful with him Andrews."

Brent nodded. "I will." He smiled at Toby. "Hello pet."

Toby glared at him, but the smile did not disappear. In fact, it grew slightly larger. "Think of all the wonderful time we'll spend together. It will be glorious!" Toby continued to glare at him. "What's the matter pet? Don't you want to spend time with me?"

"I have nothing to say to you," Toby growled, turning his head away. Brent frowned. "Don't worry pet. That will change." He stroked Toby's head absently. "That will change."