Disclaimer: Me own anything? No. Well, Whitney and Doctor Carson. And the plot.

Whitney's POV

I frown at them. It's basically all that I do now days. It's been one week since Sweets' dropped me off at the hospital. Well, I was passed out on the floor from blood loss, and before I passed out, I called him. But the thing is, they aren't letting me leave.

"Um, Doctor Carson?" I say as he leads me down the hall.

"Yes Whitney?"

"Where are we going?"

"..."

Okay, this is really pissing me off. They have been watching me as if I'm like suicidal or something. I stop walking as it hits me. Is he taking me to a mental ward or something... "Um you wouldn't happen to be taking me to a mental ward or something, would you?"

"Doctor Black. Due to the circumstances that you were brought to us in..." gulp "believe that it" gulp "is best for your" gulp "health and safety that you are brought here."

"What!" I snap. Out bursts are probably not the best idea in this situation. And it's probably going to make them make me stay longer. Crap. "Okay, just because I was brought to you with a couple scratches on my arm, doesn't mean that I need mental help! Okay, now just let me go home!" (A/N sounded like me and my broken toes)

"Doctor Black, please. When I was stitching your arm up, I saw that you had dozens of other similar scars on both arms. Could you please explain that to me?"

"I'm very clumsy?" It sounded weak and lifeless even to me. I happen to be thinking some very unladylike things when he pulled me down the corridor and handed me to a yonug woman. She had curly black hair, large brown eyes and was about 2 inches taller then me. "And you are?" I state.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Emily Winter. I'm a psychologist and I am tending to assume that you are Doctor Whitney Black, correct?"

"Yes. Now can someone please tell me why I am here?"

"Doctor Black, you are being put under suicide watch by the government."

"Do they have the right to do that?"

"Yes. Since you are over eighteen, they can place you... in care for your well-being." Great! One moment of pain, one call to Sweets and I end up in the loony bin. "Is there anyone that we can call? Parents? Siblings?"

"Yes." I frown and glare at the wall. "Call Lance Sweets."

Sweets' POV

My phone starts ringing as Booth leaves. "Hello, Doctor Lance Sweets speaking, who's calling?" Whitney used to call me at work and say "Do you like scary movies?" in the Ghostface voice.

"Hello Doctor Sweets, this is Doctor Carson. From the hospital."

"Great, I've been meaning to call you. How's Whitney? When can she be released? Doctor Brennan and Doctor Hodgins need her back that the Jeffersonian as soon as possible."

"Yes, that's what I'm calling about."

"Why? Has something happened?"

"Whitney's not with this sector of the hospital anymore."

"She's been moved?"

"To the... Mental Institution."

"Why have you moved Whitney? Do you have her parents agreement?"

"We don't need it. Whitney is over eighteen, so we are able to place her there if it's necessary."

I slam the phone down and quickly walk from my office. "Doctor Brennan!" I call out. She turns around and starts walk down the stairs over to me. "Whitney has been moved to a mental institution."

"Doctor Black has been moved to a mental institution? But she's perfectly fine."

"Tell that to her doctor." I frown and start to walk from the room, bumping Hodgins on my way out.

"Where are you going?" Brennan says.

"To get back Whitney."

I push past the people in the hallways and race to my car as quickly as I can. Starting the engine, I speed from the lot.

Whitney's POV

"You can't do this!" I smash my hands against the foam walls. I scream and kick my feet at the walls. They can't keep me here. I'm pretty sure that it's illegal to do this, but since I have not knowledge of the law in this sector, I can't prove myself right.

"Doctor Black, we can do this."

"No you can't!" I bash my hands again and start to scream. "This is illegal! You have to call my parents!"

"We don't. Your not a minor, you can be committed under government watch. We feel this is best for you and so, we can keep you here until it's necessary."

"This is illegal!" I scream before something stabs me in my arm and darkness fogs my mine.

It's just a short chapter. Only 768 words, but do you have any idea how hard it is to type with two broken finger that have been taped up with your other fingers? It's hard.