Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Oct 8th, day 8 in the hospital.

Today they decide to release him. Freedom. Freedom at last. Well actually, they are just transferring him to a psych ward. It was his choice after all. They are waiting for transport. A police cruiser, the dodge charger. Nice vehicle. He waits almost all day before they release him officially. He is in hospital scrubs because all his clothes have been taken. He doesn't care anyway he wants them burned. He leaves at 3 o'clock or a little after. Its a 45 minute drive. He doesn't mind he gets to look out a window and see the world instead of more buildings. The officer actual has good taste in music 90's alternative that's a good sign. They just cruise along the highway. He called his parents early to get some clothes. They are going to meet him up there. They get up there about 4 o'clock. maybe 5. He doesn't really care he just hangs out and waits. They have to admit him again. He waits around for what seems like an hour. They finally get to admitting him. He has to go upstairs to the locked unit. A special floor for people like him who have mental issues who have tried to kill themselves. Its 6 o'clock by the time he gets up stairs he gets to see his parents for a little bit before they have to go. He has to be checked out blood pressure check, temp check, heart rate. He is healthy. Well that is what he thinks anyway. Then comes the questions. How long this, how long that, how often first time offender. Blah blah blah. He just answers slowly and purposeful. Never hesitating. His answers aren't planned. He is just speaking the truth. What burdens him just spills from his mouth like an open wound. He is cleaning his plate. Tears form on his face. So much hate, so much disappointment. He is a hopeless mess. Just in a different environment. He has a single bed. In this place you can end up having a roommate first night he gets his own bed. By the time everything is done its 8 almost 9 o'clock. They finally check his clothes for contraband. He gets to change. The day is winding down. He decides to go to bed. Its 11 o'clock.

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