The doctors talked to him as he was admitted, asking about his file and explaining the daily grind—he knew he’d be getting used to it. He’d only have to be here two weeks, and then he could go home and stab the drywall behind his door with the pocketknife again. He could threaten somebody over X-box live and nobody would give a damn.
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For my AHOT6 Mental Hospital AU fic, read it here:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2129091
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