Tony tried to keep his eyes open, the scared look still in them. They had restrained his arms and legs with firm straps attached to the bed so he wouldn't harm himself or anyone around him. It was probably best to say that it would be difficult to get to him now. He felt so, distant now. Chase really had beaten him up good. And if you think about how the Glacier gang had beaten him with their fair share, it seemes that it had taken a effect on him. His muscles twitched a little due to the medication, to which he was trying to fight back from. He was calm, but he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.<br/><br/>The real question was, how was he going to live now? He was already mentally unstable, he was deaf, crazy. He wouldn't last a day on his own even with the gang. He was pretty sure Mikey was still hella mad, but even so, he wouldn't survive a day on his own. If anything, he'd be put into a Mental Institute, an Asylum to be locked away behind closed doors, alone, forever. Who's to say he won't recover? Slowly, Tony lifted his head, looking to see Katelyn leave and Kiah enter the room. Then he looked at Roslyn, distance in his eyes as well as a hint of emotion that said, 'I'm scared, please don't leave me. Help me'