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When his eyes opened again they were once more covered in the dense fog that Tommy knew was drug induced. Taking a moment to regain his bearings he lifted his head as high as he could from the flat metal gurney where he was strapped and took a look around.
As things became more focused a chill ran up his spine, this place was filled with people who truly defined the word wack job. The man next to him was holding a conversation with his "pet." Which to Hanson's eye was nothing more than a hospital blanket. The woman three beds over was slamming her head against the wall, and the man in the bed across from him had obviously believed he was the one and only Frank Sinatra as he continuously belted out the words to My Way over and over again.
With a deep hearted and heavy sigh Tom let his head fall back to the pillow and closed his eyes, maybe if he closed them tight enough he could find a place far away from here, he could just think himself home, into his bed... Then again maybe just being around all these insane people was taking away his own sanity.
His thoughts were interrupted however as he felt a cold draft run over his body and knew that the blankets had been lifted from him. "Penhall?" He mumbled his voice soft and weary as he let his eyes flicker open in hopes that his best friend had come to rescue him.
His hopes however as quickly as they had arose, fell, when there towering above him was no more than another asshole orderly dressed in a white doctor's outfit with a crooked grin on his face. "well hello there new kid." He quipped smugly.
"lemmego!" Tom begged more than ordered as he felt himself being lifted off the bed by one arm and forced to his feet. "Let Go!" He tried again this time taking a moment to make sure his speech was clear enough to be understood.
"Okay" The orderly laughed harshly as he let go of the smaller man's arm and watched him thump hard against the tiles of the hospital floor his body to weak to stand on it's own.
"fucker..." Tom mouthed as he felt the cold floor press against his face and fought to lift himself up.
"Oh come on now that's not very nice language for a kid now is it?"
"I'm not a kid!" Tom growled looking up at the orderly his eyes glazed over and red his face as white as the sheets he was previously laying on. "I tried to... to tell you all before I'm a cop... I'm an undercover-"
"Shut up Henderson." The husky man howled as he pulled Tommy up off the floor in one swift movement. "Haven't you learned by now that lying only gets you in deeper trouble around here?" The now slightly fear filled officer could feel hot breath on his face as the words rang through his ears.
"I-I'm not lying..." he countered weakly feeling the grip on his arm getting tighter the circulation to his fingers seizing.
"Bullshit." The man spat as he tossed him back on the bed, "For this your showering privileges have been revoked and your to be taken to solitary immediately."
Tom wanted to protest, to fight back to defend himself but he knew his attempt would be useless as he felt his body hit the not so soft bed his wrist smacking against the metal railing on the way down. He began to draw his knees to his chest when he felt a force opposing him cursed inwardly.
"Oh no you don't." The man in white snarled as he pressed first Hanson's arms then his legs down to the bed restraining him there with the thick leather binding ties.
Everything seemed to drowned out now as he felt the bed rolling down the hall of the state mental hospital the only sound Tom could hear was the wheels beneath him rolling along the floor.
It seemed like an eternity before they stopped and he found himself inside a small box like room all the walls white, and soft looking in appearance, no windows... no curtains, just white.
The lights went out, the large metal door making a defining CLANK as it slammed shut, a noise so loud that Hanson was sure if he hadn't been so doped up he would have jumped right out of these damn restraints.
The last thing he remembered thinking before forcing himself back into some sort of restless sleep was "Please... someone come for me,... this has to be hell..."