A/N: Well, you guys seem to like it so far, so I'll continue. First, I'll clear some things up.

The main patients are; Santana, Quinn, Brittany, Rachel and Mercedes. They're all in there for semi-different reasons, which I will explain eventually.

It's an all-girl mental hospital but I might add a guy section to it or something on a different wing of the place.

Dr. Sawyer is the main psychiatrist of the hospital.

Dr. Miller is the main doctor.

The name of the hospital is McKinley. Which is obviously a reference to the school in the TV show.

Victoria is just the head supervising nurse.

If you've got any other questions, just PM me.

Enjoy.

Britt was supposed to get released back to our ward tomorrow but all of us knew that she would be put into seclusion for at least a week.

That's stupid, don't you think?

You stick a suicidal girl in a room all by herself, with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company.

But, hey, I'm no doctor so I obviously don't know what I'm talking about.

You know, Brittany was one of those people that you'd think was perfectly normal. Other than her over the top happy, innocent personality, everything seemed perfectly normal in her world.

No one really understood what went through her mind on a daily basis.

The same could be said about Rachel.

It was different with Quinn and I though. We were the "troubled" kids. We were less discrete when it came to our emotions and pasts.

Maybe that's what drew us together.

I remember the first day I saw her. Her hair was an angry pink color and she sat there like a guy, leaning back in the orange plastic chair with her arms crossed and her legs spread. It was like her entire personality was supposed to be a big "fuck you" to her parents and the doctors.

That's what drew me to her in the first place.

The four of us have group therapy together.

That was the thing here. Four girls together in a therapy group.

Quinn hated group. She complained it was a waste of time and she was probably right, but she always did come along without a big fight.

We always sat the same order. Rachel, Brittany, me then Quinn, with the group leader, Beth, sitting in front of us.

Quinn always made snide remarks about everything and never really talked about anything serious. It didn't take me long to start doing the same.

In the beginning of every session, Beth always asked her, "Is there anything you would like to say today, Quinn?" She just yawned and shook her head most of the time, but when she was feeling really up to it, she'd shout, "Ask me that one more fucking time and I'll really go crazy."

As for me, I was never supposed to be in group therapy in the first place but...I replaced one of the girls who decided to off herself with a volleyball net in the gym part of this place.

So, Dr. Sawyer said it'd be "good" for me to talk to other girls my age, since I obviously wasn't going to talk to him about anything. I used to be difficult like that.

I think that he also knew that Q and I were so similar, and that we'd get the other to open up.

Well, he was right about that.

In fact, the day I joined their group, it was like our little fucked up family was complete. We're like sisters now.

It's weird to describe to anyone that hasn't gone through it themselves, you know? But, we just understood each other.

Depressed people have a different view of the world. We see it for what it really is. None of that rose-colored glasses shit.

I love Britt and Rach, but they don't understand things quite like Quinn and I.

Yes, we're all some type of depressed. But on different mentality levels. We all deal with it differently.

At least that's what the doctor says.

Anyway, before B got shipped off into seclusion, the three of us decided to visit her.

There weren't any tubes or wires sticking out of her this time so we all just flopped down around her on the bed. After years of being poked and prodded by doctors and other patients, we had all lost any personal space issues we might have had at one point.

"Hey Britt-Britt," I smiled at her and she smiled back at the nickname.

"Hi guys," Her voice was all happy again. It was way different from the voice that came out of her last week.

"How're you feeling?" Rachel asked, absentmindedly beginning to braid Brittany's hair.

Britt gave us a shrug. "I'm okay," She said halfheartedly.

All of us knew she wasn't though.

We talked for what seemed like hours but was probably only thirty minutes.

Dr. Miller lightly knocked on the door. We all liked her, because she actually treated us like people and not just patients.

I stood up and walked over to her as Quinn gave me a questioning look.

"Can we talk?" I asked her quietly. She just nodded and I followed her into the hallway.

I had been living at McKinley for just over a year, and was considered the "most sane" out of everyone in this place so when I wanted to say something, the doctor or whoever usually listened.

"I don't think-" I stopped in the middle of my sentence after taking one look at Dr. Miller's expression. "What's wrong...?" I knew that look all too well. The I've got bad news, Santana face.

"Rachel's grandparents have decided to...remove her from McKinley," She said slowly, looking almost scared of how I'd react.

"What?" That was the only word that my brain could process for a minute. She wasn't ready to leave.

I didn't even give Miller a chance to respond to me. I walked back into the room, grabbed Quinn's arm and pulled her out. She only protested a little. I turned to the doctor. "Tell her what you just told me." I said, folding my arms over my chest.

Dr. Sawyer repeated the news to Quinn, who was apparently the second sanest person in McKinley. Well, that's at least what it said in the files I grabbed from Sawyer's office last month.

My blonde friend pretty much had the same reaction as I did.

"Rach isn't ready to leave," Quinn shook her head.

Dr. Miller sighed and nodded. "I know that, guys. But her grandparents are the ones keeping her here and since she's not technically considered a hazard to herself or others anymore, there's nothing stopping them from taking her."

This was in no way fair for anybody involved. From experience, I knew Rachel was batshit crazy but she had good reasons to be. She had been in here the longest out of the four of us. Almost four years.

Because when she was fourteen, she watched her father shoot her mother five times then turn the revolver to his own head.

No kid could ever be quite right after seeing that. She basically went crazy.

There was no use for either me or Quinn to argue with the doctor, since I knew it wasn't her call.

I took a deep breath to control my temper when I felt Quinn's hand on my shoulder.

"What I was originally going to say was, I don't think Brittany should be put into seclusion. She already feels shitty enough, and setting her up in a room all by herself, won't help her." I was kind of surprised that Miller seemed to actually be thinking it over.

With a bunch of pleading and convincing, Q and I finally got Dr. Miller to release Brittany back to us in the ward.

…..

I wasn't sure if Rach knew she was leaving next week, but if she did, she sure as hell didn't show it.

Her and Britt shared a room just like Quinn and I did, so I knew they were close. 'Cause if you wake up at 3a.m. screaming, it's basically your roommates job to calm you down before some nurse comes running in.

So, if Britt didn't know about Rachel leaving, then Rachel probably didn't know either.

I was really wondering how both Brittany and Rachel would take the news.

I knew it wouldn't turn out too well.

I also wondered who would be taking Rach's place.

A/N: Sorry about the shortness, but thoughts?