Mental hospital bff

As I enter the mental hospital, I'm nervous but excited to meet my new roommate. I've been here for a while, and I'm tired of being alone. When I walk into the room, I see her sitting on the bed, staring at the wall. She doesn't seem to notice me at first, but when she does, she smiles and says hello. I introduce myself and ask her what brought her here. She tells me that she has a mental illness that causes her to hide her arms most of the time. I'm intrigued by this and ask her more about it. She explains that it's a coping mechanism for her anxiety and that it helps her feel safe. I understand that everyone here has their own struggles, but I can't help but feel drawn to her. We spend the rest of the day getting to know each other, and I feel like I've found a kindred spirit. As the days go by, we become closer and closer, and I realize that she's the best roommate I could have asked for. We support each other through our mental health journeys and help each other through the tough times. We even