A lot of stuff going on in this story.

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"Do you think you would feel comfortable going home in the next few days?" Dr. Donaldson asked Robbie tapping his pad lightly with pen.

Robbie leaned forward on the couch he was sitting on, squeezing a foam ball in his hand thoughtlessly. "No," Robbie answered truthfully. He gently sighed and passed the ball to his other hand. "I don't trust myself to take my medication and my parents aren't around enough."

Dr. Donaldson removed his glasses and set them in his lap. "You don't believe your parents would remove a few things from their schedules to make time for you?"

"No" He answered truthfully again.

His doctor nodded. "Well, I think there are more then not trusting yourself to take you medication that is keeping you from wanting to go home. Am I wrong?"

Robbie gently shook his head, "no." He answered simply, telling his Doctor he really didn't want to go into details right now.

"That's fine; you can stay here as long as you think is necessary. We aren't going to make you leave if you don't think you're ready." The man looked at his watch. "I guess you can leave now." Robbie wasted no time getting on his feet. "Talk to you Thursday."

Robbie hated going to see his doctor, the man always tried to poke and prod at his mind. Granted, that was his job. He could just tell Dr. Donaldson couldn't care less about him, about any of his patients

He made his way back to his room, feeling sluggish and tired. At least he was back – not normal – but back. He could think clearly again, better than he ever had before. He was tired a lot and had gained at least thirty pounds he would rather that then the condition his mind was in when he gotten to the hospital.

He entered his room and greeted a young man named, Jason, with a head nod – Jason doesn't talk. He's the world's best roommate in Robbie's opinion. He took a seat on his bed and chewed on his bottom lip in deep thought. He would have to go home. It was part of his treatment – being a part of society in a healthy way. He had no desire to do that. Return back to LA anyway.

He was afraid, afraid to face certain people and afraid of a relapse. Going by his last few months there, home wasn't a place he wanted to return back to. Maybe he wouldn't…

_I_

"I don't wanna go." Jade announced dryly, taking her eyes off the building before her and back to her father. "You can't make me go." The girl crossed her arms over her chest and set her chin. She was wearing a long sleeved dark green shirt even though the temperature was sweltering.

Her father glanced up from his cell phone, expressionless. "You're a minor still, so I can." His eyebrows twitched a little, the only sign of emotion from the man – he was upset. "This is to help you, Jade."

Jade's gaze fell and she tried to swallow the lump forming in her throat. "If…" She began slowly, hesitantly. "If you want to help me, let me come to your place."

"I'm not home nearly enough, Jade." The man told her. "And neither your mother nor I trust you to be home alone yet."

Her hands shook with frustration and anger. She had done a stupid thing, out of anger and weakness. She had learned her lesson, she wouldn't try again. She thinks she wouldn't try to kill herself again… Her parents obviously had no faith in her. "You should trust me," Is all she ends up saying.

"Just for a little while." Her father assured.

"You'll fit in here fine." Her new doctor assured as he led her to her room. Her dad had gone, without a hug, without a goodbye because that's their style.

"That's what I'm afraid of." Jade mumbled under her breath. She hated this place already.

"Down that hall is the boy's wing and down that hall behind you is the lunch room." The man explained as they continued down the hall. He then pointed to his right to a room with a large glass window, which had people inside. "That's the commons room in there. We have movie nights every Friday in there and mostly all patients hang out in there, reading and playing cards."

Jade's dull expression turned into a frown as she came to a stop before the window. She blinked a few times. She could be wrong… Her eyes land on a boy with short curly black hair, playing cards with a blond boy. The blond smiles at the familiar curly haired boy and the boy smiles back, his smile very different then how she remembered, restrained, she would call it.

Her head pounds with confusion and a whirl wind of thoughts.

"Is something wrong?" Dr. Donaldson asks her walking back to join her at the window, he follows her gaze.

"No" She answers quickly, tearing her eyes off of Robbie. "Nothing's wrong… let's go." She quickly slides by him and heads down the hall. Dr. Donaldson frowns, his eyes following her retreating form, then his gaze floats back to Robbie.

_I_

Robbie watches Jason hold up three fingers. "Go fish," Robbie tells him a little half-heartedly.

He's feeling a little off today, not anything serious, just off. He feels anxious and for some reason has thinking about a certain person he tries not to think about a lot. He had a dream about her, so he was sure that was the reason why.

"I'm fine," Robbie forcing himself to smile when Jason signs at him, "a little tired." Jason nods in understanding. Jason motions for Robbie to look behind him with.

Robbie glances back and bits his lip to hold in his groan as Taylor Leanings comes over. The blond is beautiful, but crazy. He can say that and not feel bad because he's crazy too. But Taylor is seriously another category then most in the hospital. If he was an expert he was label her a psychopath, but they had labeled her bi-polar.

"Good morning, Robbie." The girl greets happily smiling at him brightly. She ignores Jason completely.

"Good morning, Taylor." He tells her kindly, but refuses to smile at her. The girl can take an inch and turn it into a mile. If even smiles at her a little the girl would think they're going to get married.

"God, move!" The girl suddenly screamed. "Can't you see I want to sit down, Jason?" Jason instantly shot to his feet and darted across the room towards the TV, shooting Robbie an apologetic gaze. "Thank you!" She called sweetly after him sitting in his seat. "What are we going to play? I'm really good at blackjack."

Robbie looked at her wearily. He could just leave without giving her the time of day but was he really willing to put up with the backlash. He ended up playing a few hands with her, while the girl talked, mostly about herself until it was dinner time. Then he happily separated himself from the girl and found Jason and headed to the cafeteria.

Robbie was telling Jason about a movie had had seen once when she walked in, and his voice had caught in his throat. Her arms were wrapped around herself and she takes her time looking in his direction, but their eyes do meet.

Robbie is amazed that he can still breathe, but he feels something move around in his gut. Those blue eyes are on him, intently so. She looks uncertain, almost afraid. He looks away, the hand squeezing his heart only getting tighter.

He refuses to look up and soon she moves on to another table away from him.

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