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Around eleven, Stiles and Isaac returned from group therapy, looking rather grim. They joined Scott at the table that he had claimed after Derek had collected his cards and disappeared.
"How was therapy," he asked. They both groaned in response, their eyes focused on the table. Scott didn't want to push into whatever was bugging them, so instead he brought up his conversation with Derek.
Once he had finished telling them about Derek's bizarre theory of patient deaths, Stiles and Isaac looked at each other. They burst into laughter. Scott glared at the two and slumped in his seat. Stiles turned his attention to Scott, a goofy smile upon on his tired face.

"This is Derek were talking about," Stiles said, drawing out his words. "Have you forgotten that he is incredibly paranoid? Did you honestly believe in what he told you?" Scott felt heat rise to his face in embarrassment. Although he hadn't truly believed in Derek's theory of experimentation, he hadn't brushed it off as false. He honestly didn't know what to think of the matter at hand. He shrugged.
"Not really," he muttered. "But he didn't seem all that paranoid."

"That's because he's on medication," Isaac stated firmly, "Everyone here is, although Stiles never takes-" Stiles clapped a hand over Isaac's mouth and shushed him.
"Why don't you say that louder, I don't think the nurse heard you," he grumbled. Isaac pried Stiles' hand away from his face and shoved him harshly in the shoulder.
"Don't do that," Isaac growled.
"I'm not on any meds," Scott exclaimed.

"Not yet," Stiles corrected, "Just wait for your first meeting with Dr. Blake. She'll set you up on something good for whatever's wrong with you…What is wrong with you anyway? You never said." A tense silence fell between the three. Scott groaned inwardly and shifted awkwardly in his seat.
"I was planning on slitting my wrists," he muttered quietly, averting his eyes. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as they both processed Scott's words.
"So, you're depressed like Allison and Erica," asked Isaac, breaking the silence. Scott glanced up at the two. He assumed they would look like his mother did when she had found him in the bathroom; shocked or disgusted. But neither of them held any sort of contempt in their eyes. They understood.

As Stiles had predicted, Dr. Blake made an appearance just before lunch and approached Scott. He was escorted down to her office, an orderly trailing behind. They passed through the Adult Ward, entered the foyer and crossed the foyer to a pair of elevators. They stepped in and Dr. Blake hit the button for floor three. Scott felt his stomach drop at the sudden lurch of the elevator as it went upward.

The elevator doors slid open and Dr. Blake stepped out, ushering Scott and his orderly shadow out. The hall that he was in was an eerie gray color. The sunlight that shone through the windows cast golden squares on the tile floor. It made the hall seem friendlier, but not by much.
He was led into a small office. It contained a leather loveseat and chair that faced the window, several bookcases that took up an entire wall, and a desk that was pressed up against the wall closest to the door.

Dr. Blake gestured for Scott to take a seat, which he did so reluctantly. The orderly stood by the closed door, standing stone still like a guard. Scott couldn't help but feel claustrophobic in the small office, and the fact that his only exit was momentarily blocked didn't help.
The meeting was short and to the point. Dr. Blake wasted no time in explaining to Scott on how she was going to approach his depression. Although Scott considered himself more so as sporadically sad and not depressed, he didn't voice this thought to her.
Dr. Blake went on to explain that she was going to try an antidepressant on him and see how it affected him. Scott groaned inwardly; the last thing he wanted was medication. But he should have expected some drug to be prescribed to him eventually.

As he was led back to the elevators, he passed by a door that he had failed to notice when he was going to Dr. Blake's office. Unlike the entrance to the Adult and Youth Ward, this door had a keypad and card lock on the outside. On the door, labelled over frosted glass was "Authorized Personal Only". How had he failed to notice this door earlier?
"C'mon," the orderly ushered, grabbing Scott lightly by the elbow, "Keep moving." Reluctantly, Scott kept moving forward, his eyes still on the door. Thousands of questions floated in his head as he pondered what could possibly be beyond the door? As he stepped into the elevator, Scott couldn't help but recall Derek's words.

If experimentation was going on, then doing it behind a locked door that few people had access to was a good way to go about it.
Instead of being taken back to the ward, the orderly led Scott down to the cafeteria, where everyone was in the middle of eating lunch. He grabbed a tray and grabbed whatever looked the fastest to eat; a sandwich and an apple.
He found Isaac and Stiles seated near the windows again. What caught his attention was that Lydia, of all people, was at their table. She was seated several seats away from them and she seemed to pay them no attention, but Scott still found it weird that she was there.

He took a seat next to Isaac and across from Stiles.
"Hey, how'd it go," Stiles asked, "Did she prescribe anything good?"
"Fine, and yes, she prescribed something, but don't try and get me to pronounce it." Scott replied. He glanced over at Lydia and lowered his voice down to a whisper. "What is she doing here?" Isaac and Stiles shrugged simultaneously and gave Lydia a side glance.
"Don't know," Stiles whispered, "But I don't really care. She's not bothering anyone." Deciding that it'd be best if he turned their attention away from Lydia, Scott brought up the strange door that he had come across upon leaving Dr. Blake's office.
"When you guys have gone up to her office, did you notice on the way there a locked door that said "Authorize Personal Only" on it?"

"You'll have to be specific," Isaac said, "There are a lot of locked doors in this building that say that." Scott described the door and its location as best as possible. Neither of them found it to be a big deal though.
"It's just a door," Stiles put plainly. Scott frowned. What if it wasn't just a door? What if that door was concealing obscene, cruel things? Stiles seemed to be reading his mind. He scoffed and gave a short chuckle.
"Don't tell me you're still thinking about Derek's crazy experiment theory?" Stiles asked, slightly annoyed.
"I'm not, it's just that-"
"Death waits beyond that door," Lydia muttered, cutting him off. The three of them turned towards her, confusion written on all their faces.

"What did you say," Scott asked. Lydia glanced up from her food and stared at him. Her eyes were big, as though she had been startled awake.
"The door you speak of," she said quietly, "Death waits beyond the door."
"What do you mean?" Lydia fidgeted with her finger and ran a hand nervously through her red hair.
"Pain…suffering," she whispered. "What's past the door…It changes people."
"How-"
"Scott-" Stiles began. He made a cutting motion across his throat, a cue for Scott to stop talking. He ignored Stiles though and turned back to Lydia.
"How do you what's past the door?" Lydia's eyes glazed over momentarily. She shook her head and stared at Scott. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
"I've been beyond that door."

After lunch, they had been corralled out into the courtyard for some fresh air. The ten foot fence that surrounded the place put a damper on the flowers that lined it. It was as though they had attempted to make the place cheerful, but had majorly failed.
The basketball court was the only thing of appeal to Scott, but he couldn't imagine himself playing an actual game of basketball. Not with all the nut jobs in this place.
Scott found a bench under a large tree and positioned himself there, content on staying put.

"Hey Scott," Stiles called. "You want to play basketball," he asked, hopping from foot to foot. Scott glanced up at his friend, and sighed inwardly. He was lousy at basketball, and he certainly didn't want to play with a bunch of whackos; who knew what they might do.
"Uh…I'm not that good," he said, fumbling for a good excuse. Stiles frowned and knelt on the ground at Scott's feet. He clasped his hands together, as though praying.
"Oh, c'mon, pretty please," Stiles begged, "It's just one game; five of us against five of the orderlies." Scott hated it when people begged; it reminded him of a whiny little kid that demanded your attention; eventually they would get what they wanted.
"Fine…one game."
"Yes," Stiles cheered, jumping to his feet, "Okay, so that's you, me, Isaac, Allison…We need one more person."
"What about Erica," Scott asked, pointing over towards her.

"She's a ball magnet," Allison said monotonously, "Last time she played; she had to be escorted to the infirmary for a broken nose." Scott glanced around the courtyard, trying to spy someone that could function relatively well in a game of basket ball.
His eyes almost instantly fell upon Derek.
"What about Derek?"

"Are you serious," the three of them demanded in unison. Scott ignored their protests as he went over to were Derek was.
"Derek," Scott called. Derek turned at his name and got to his feet as Scott approached him. "Do you want to play basketball with us?"
He looked utterly confused for a moment. He glanced behind Scott at the others that stood huddled on the court. He looked back to Scott, his face expressionless.
"I don't think they want me to play," he said.
Scott shrugged, waving them off. "Who cares what they think, I wouldn't mind if you played. I bet you're really good at it." For a moment, Derek focused his eyes on the ground before glancing back up at Scott. He smiled lightly, joy reaching his eyes.
"Okay," he said. He followed Scott back to the court and he could literally see his teams' shoulders slump. They obviously thought that Derek would decline his offer.

The game that ensued was rather intense, Scott thought. It was obvious five minutes in that the orderlies had done this multiple times before; they were really good. Scott and the others were too slow for them to catch. It was sort of embarrassing.
They lost by four points, mind you; the orderlies had only won by four points. It was the utmost truth that all five of them were horrid at basketball. Scott was soaked in sweat, his breath coming in pants.
"Let's not do that again," he huffed, glancing at the other four who were hunched over and breathless. All they could do was nod in response to his words.

Upon returning to the common room, Scott grabbed another set of clothing from his room and headed to the showers. Stiles and Isaac followed suit.
The bathroom was longer than it was wide. On one side were the showers, each stall separated by half walls. On the other side were the toilets and urinals. Scott noticed that each stall had no door. And on the back wall were the sinks. There wasn't a mirror in the room.

It's kind of depressing, isn't it," Stiles asked. Scott nodded.
"So much for privacy," he muttered. He slipped off his clothes and placed them on one of the rows of shelf that stood by the door.
Scott turned the water as cold as it would go. He sighed; the cold water felt refreshing on his sweaty skin. The three of them showered in silence, lost in their own thoughts for the time being.

"You look like you're thinking awful hard," Stiles said, breaking the silence between the three of them. Scott shrugged.
"Got a lot on my mind," he replied curtly.
"Are you still obsessing about that door," Stiles asked, exasperation laced in his voice. "I thought you said you were depressed, not OCD."
"I'm not OCD, just curious," Scott muttered.
"Yeah, well curiosity is what killed the cat," Isaac said, "Don't go looking for trouble, Scott."

A/N: Okay, so there is the third chapter. Enjoy! Also, thank you for all the positive feedback, it is very motivating.

I was asked a question as to whether there would be any romance in this story, and right now, no there isn't any, but I'm thinking in later chapters that you might see some Stydia going on.

And in the next chapter or two to come, Peter will make an appearance, as well as William Barrow.