Sasha had been labeled as having a rather 'good' day in her books. The woman was indeed completely delusional and at times she was even aware of it, that made her case quite unusual and made her very difficult to deal with at times.<br/><br/>She had been aware of herself slowly losing her mind over the course of her 'treatment'. The hospital she had been admitted to wasn't that great at diagnosing and treating mental health disorders. Of course they had just labeled her as suffering from PTSD only and treated her as such.<br/><br/>She was nearing the end of her six week stay at the hospital-the longest time they would keep someone without referring. Over those long six weeks all of her friends had stopped visiting, and both her mental and physical health had deteriorated quickly.<br/><br/>It was clear that she was not only delusional but also very depressed, but they only attempted to treat the delusions since they were interfering with other patients in the hospital.<br/><br/>She hadn't been refusing to eat on her antipsychotics because they made her feel incredibly nauseous and every time she ate she vomited anyway.<br/><br/>She was being convinced to try and eat when the two nurses arrived to take her away. Where? She had no idea.<br/><br/>"Where are you taking me?" She questioned as they sort of-forced her to her feet. When she didn't get an adequate reply she ended up being taken, literally kicking and screaming to the room. She was genuinely scared for her life.<br/><br/>By the time she was seated in front of the man she was nearly soaked in a cold sweat. Her hands shaking uncontrollably as she stated over the mans shoulder, clearly looking at something other than him.