Night 45: M101-M110 Hallway
After finishing his meal, decided talking to his (still in denial) roommate wasn't going to do him much good, and turned to journal in his desk. He figured, if it was so helpful talking to other recovering patients, he could try some self-therapy by just writing about his home and family.
As he was writing, he was too engrossed in his thoughts to pay attention to his roommate. It felt better, thinking about his family, at first. But trying to describe the shooting, how he tried to push away Rick and how he probably screwed it all up beyond repair. He felt that pain again, knowing he'd ended someone's life. And in the metaphorical sense, his own. He also felt the need for those feelings to just go away.
Maybe it wasn't a good idea to bring all this back up, but wasn't that how people were supposed to get better? By facing their issues? What if he just wasn't strong enough, and retreated into that other personality again?
He stopped writing mid-word when the lights went off and the PA system came on again. There was something really creepy, but familiar about the doctor's tone. The door unlocked with a distinctive click.
As he was writing, he was too engrossed in his thoughts to pay attention to his roommate. It felt better, thinking about his family, at first. But trying to describe the shooting, how he tried to push away Rick and how he probably screwed it all up beyond repair. He felt that pain again, knowing he'd ended someone's life. And in the metaphorical sense, his own. He also felt the need for those feelings to just go away.
Maybe it wasn't a good idea to bring all this back up, but wasn't that how people were supposed to get better? By facing their issues? What if he just wasn't strong enough, and retreated into that other personality again?
He stopped writing mid-word when the lights went off and the PA system came on again. There was something really creepy, but familiar about the doctor's tone. The door unlocked with a distinctive click.