A/N: Not including this chapter, over the next several chapters, Zack and Kurt will be next to non-existent while we focus on Cody. Also, each chapter (as is labeled) will equal 1 day in DRMC East. Keep reading :) - Zack

The elevator door opened. To the right were a few offices and to the left was a set of double doors with a sign on them:

ADOLESCENT BEHAVIORAL HEALTH UNIT

DOOR A

NO VISITORS ADMITTED AT THIS ENTRANCE

PLEASE USE DOOR C

Jennifer took a lanyard from around her neck which had a key on it. She inserted the key into a hole in the wall with two lights. As she turned the key to the right, the light changed from red to green and the magnetic door released. Jennifer pushed the door open and led Cody, Zack, and Kurt into the dining area of the unit.

"OK, Mr. Martin, I need you and Cody to fill out release forms for all people you would like us to be able to make contact with regarding Cody's mental health records. We'll need one for DRMC, Doctor, your insurance, Cody's school, and the like. I've taken the liberty of filling them out, all I need is a signature from you."

"Alright, then. Where do we sign?"

She pointed out all of the locations where a signature was required. Cody and Kurt signed them all, one by one. While Jennifer continued to ramble on to Kurt, Cody was thinking. He realized that for the first time in a while, he felt safe. The voices weren't bothering him, there was nothing he could use to hurt himself, and his thoughts were moving at a natural pace. This place could help him, he could feel it. He glanced over at Zack and shot him a slight smile to let him know he would be okay. Under the table, Zack grabbed Cody's hand. They hadn't held hands since they were 7, but it felt nice that Zack loved his brother. Zack still felt bad about what he had said to Cody in the emergency room, and Cody could tell. They had a sort of twin telepathy. They couldn't really read each other's minds, but they could tell when the other was sad, happy, angry, et cetera. Zack was still clamping onto Cody's hand whenever a nurse named Peggy called him into the hall.

"Cody, can you come with me please?"

Cody reluctantly went along. He didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with his treatment. He hugged his brother and walked into the hall.

"Alrighty, Cody, my name is Peggy and I am the LPN tonight. I need to wand you and get you a wristband. Can you please stand in the middle of this room and spread your arms and legs?"

Cody did as he was told. Peggy came up behind him with a wand. They found his cell phone and wallet, both of which were confiscated and would be returned to his father before he and Zack left. Other than that, he checked out. She gave him a set of nursing scrubs to change into. It was the policy of the hospital that all patients be on "suicide watch" until they were seen by the one they called "Doctor." Therefore, Cody wasn't allowed to wear the clothes his father packed until he saw the psychiatrist tomorrow.

"OK, Cody, this is your wristband. Do not take it off until you leave the hospital. Whenever we do medication pass, we will ask to see your wristband. I will also ask you your date of birth. If you take your wristband off on purpose, you won't be able to wear your own clothes and you'll have to wear scrubs all the time. But I don't think we'll have any issue with you." She flashed him a cute little old lady smile.

Cody felt stripped of his dignity. For at least the next 72 hours, he wouldn't leave this one-hallway unit. There were about 13 rooms, and he wasn't really sure how many of them were occupied. There was a TV Room, the kitchen, a general practitioner's office, the psychiatrist's office, and a classroom. He also spotted Door C which Door A spoke of earlier. In the TV room, he could see 4 other boys who seemed to be really rambunctious. He figured he'd meet them soon enough, so he went back over to the kitchen where his brother and father were listening to Jennifer.

"...3 calls a day, and the times are posted in the nurse's station and on your paperwork. Any questions? Oh, hi Cody! Welcome back." Jennifer was speaking in her usually high voice.

"Hey." Cody responded, letting his guard down just a little.

"OK, doctor consulted with your physician at UPMC and has prescribed you 300 milligrams of Seroquel for tonight to help you sleep and stay calm. I need you to sign this permission form, Mr. Martin."

Cody was nervous. He had heard of Seroquel. It was an atypical antipsychotic. He knew because he had done his 8th grade paper on their use in children. The general consensus was that they were overused in teens. He hoped he wouldn't be one of those cases. Cody signed the form, as did Kurt.

"Great! OK, Cody, say goodbye to your family. We'll walk them out, okay?"

Cody began to cry just a little but knew that it had to be done. "Yes, ma'am."

They walked Zack and Kurt to the exit. Kurt gave his son one last really big hug and told him that he loved him no matter what was upsetting him. Zack gave Cody a quick hug because he didn't want to end up crying on his shoulder. Cody was going through enough as it was. And with that, Jennifer turned the key, changed the light from red to green, and let the Martin's out, minus Cody. As the door shut behind them, Cody just kept waving.

"OK, Cody, let's go meet some of your unit mates, alright?"

"Sure, I guess."

They proceeded into the TV room. She introduced Cody to them all.

"Hey, guys, this is Cody."

Everybody waved and yelled "HI, CODY!" They seemed to be a little hyperactive, rather than depressed. Cody worried about getting along with the others. They just didn't seem to be his kind of people. But, he figured he shouldn't be so judgemental, and continued listening to their introductions.

"Hi, I'm Joshua" a boy around age 12 said.

"What's up, I'm Justin" said a rather large kid about age 17. Maybe he and Cody could talk, seeing as how they were both 17.

"I'm Tosh. It's short for Toshimoto." This guy looked like he was around Josh's age.

"And I'm Tristan!" a little boy around 6 said.

"Alright, guys, it's 8:45. We'll do final med pass and then it's off to our rooms for the night"

A collective grunt was heard throughout the unit.

Cody went over to the nurse's station for final med pass (which was technically his first.) He showed his wristband and gave his birth date. He was given a white capsule, imprinted with SEROQUEL on one side and 300 on the other. He swallowed the pill with a gulp of lukewarm med cart water, and then asked for his room assignment. He was in room 225 by himself (thank God.) He went back to his room and took a look around.

The room had two beds, a big window with huge locks on the panes, a bathroom, and a mini-closet corner cubby thing. Cody wasn't really sure what to call it. He checked out the bathroom. It had a pressure toilet, a sink, and a shower. It was actually really clean and the shower wasn't too shabby. Cody went over and laid in his bed. It was really comfortable. He hoped he would get his first good night's sleep since his mother died. He shut his eyes, and said a little prayer:

"Dear Lord, I'm going to need your help to get through this. Please give me my angel. Let my mother watch over me. Amen."