Rehabilitation
Chapter 2 – Fitting In
The men arrived at the Wilkerson Rehab Center and quickly learned that, unlike other places, there was no burden for them to fit in. Being a crazed freak was actually considered normal. They all shared a single room with a recovery junkie named Chris.
Chris.
Chris had a biting problem, Logan had a scratching problem, Scott had a blinking problem, and Remy just liked to blow shit up for no reason. After all, it was okay for them to act badly in rehab…all they had to do is survive without booze and cooperate with the staff.
"This sucks." Scott said.
"Oui, but it was worth it, non?" Remy replied, putting his hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling from his bed. "Merde, Remy never gonna top dat."
"Chris?" Logan said. "How'd you end up here?"
Chris started to twitch. "I swear, I asked permission first!" He sat up. "She said she wanted it!"
Scott began to laugh uncontrollably. "You bit a woman, didn't you?"
"Yeah." Chris replied. "I also bit the policeman's drug dogs."
"Guess it wasn't dat hard for dem t'tell y'were usin' after dat." Remy said, secretly worried about having to sleep in the same room with their new friend.
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After settling in, the men were forced to go into the large recreation center and interact with the other patients, most of whom where recovering from severe drug habits and a variety of other mental illness. They walked in and scattered, strangely amused that the Rehab Clinic was one of the few places no one would care about their mutations.
Remy went and sat next to a girl who was writing in her journal. "Bonjour, mon name is Remy." He said to her.
"Winona, I'm recovering from a shopping addiction." She said. "I also ate a man's heart, but nobody seemed to care about that." Remy peeked over her shoulder to see what she was writing and got a brief glimpse.
I like to be the man during sex. Me and my strap-on, it's so empowering…
Remy shivered and stood up. "Remy uh…Remy needs t'go hang hisself."
Her dark eyes suddenly met his with interest. "Can I watch? Can I touch myself?"
Remy nervously whimpered and looked around to find Logan, who was playing cards with an older alcoholic man. "So," Logan said. "How did you end up in here?"
The man shrugged. "I lost control o'my bladder on my wife's mother."
Logan burst out laughing. "Go fish…Now, was this accidental?"
The man grinned. "Depends on who's askin'."
"HELP!"
Remy and Logan looked over at Scott, who was trying to push a very tall, muscular woman off of himself. Two nurses came in and took the girl out. One of them walked past Remy and Logan on the way out. "We call her Freddie. She's a recovering sex addict and has a fetish for sunglasses. I do pity poor Summers."
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