Nothing Can Compare To Insanity

The next morning, Gerard had no idea where he was. It wasn't his hospital room. There was a closet with no doors & no clothes, only a pack of hangers. There was a bathroom, which, ironically, had no bath, just a shower. The sink was shallow & it had large grates at the bottom. The toilet had a thick plastic seat & a hand railing nearby. There was an analog clock hung high on the wall that showed six fifty-seven. There was a door, but Gerard wasn't wearing anything suitable for going out in. Although, he didn't have anything at all that was good. He was wearing a teal hospital robe that tied down the back, but his strings were pulled to his front to be tied in a bow.

Three minutes passed when a knock at the door made him jump, a male voice for asked for entrance. "Come in" Gerard said, uncertainly. A man with dark skin & a hair net slipped into Gerard's room. To man was holding a pair of dark blue thin pants & a loose light blue button up shirt that resembled something you would wear as pajamas.
"Hello, Gerard? You're Gerard right?"
the man was speaking in a kind voice. "Yes"
"Alright, I brought some clothes for you, breakfast starts in half an hour." The man left quietly.
"Thank you" Gerard stated simply before dressing. Gerard was in an insane asylum. Fuck.

Notes

These chapters are super short, but my computer really hates this site, so this is the best way.