The staff's treatment seemed even worse the moment they arrived back at the hospital... if it really was a hospital, anyway. Hope hadn't the time to fully examine it that morning, being as disoriented as he had been. But he wasn't given the time to do so now, either, see as he was just pushed around by the staff who kept silent every time he tried to ask a question. It didn't matter if he tried to be polite or if he yelled at them, it seemed. They seemed keen only on herding him around, grabbing onto his arm tightly when he tried to deviate from the steps, nearly tripping from the soaked hem of his jeans.

Maybe it was because it was still his first day here, but they pushed him straight into a room he wasn't sure he had been in before-- had it been the room they managed to grab him from in the morning? He wasn't sure.

Not that he wasn't ready to pitch a fit, only halted by the fact that his entire day had been one giant roller coaster emotionally and he wasn't quite on stable ground mentally.

"You could have just said you were taking me back to the room!" Hope protested stubbornly even as the harried staff (guard? soldier? doctor?) shoved him in the room and slammed the door afterward.

He startled, though, eyes wide as he saw the other boy-- no way. They weren't getting strip-searched too, were they? The search before they got on the bus had been bad enough. There was no way he was going to let people that close to him.