"It's spooky in here..." Trevor said, his voice trailing off quietly. He was seated in a singular chair perched on the middle of a dark room.<br/><br/>His throat hurt and constricted on itself as he fought to swallow, though the dryness of his mouth didn't allow him to do so. The meds did that; it was a side effect, at least for him. That was one of the many reasons he didn't like taking them at all. The worst part of the meds was how they made him feel. Trevor hadn't felt like himself in years, but the meds only amplified that feeling. They made him feel docile and, in a way, dead. And that was a harsh contrast to the man that he had been before he was admitted to the hospital. It was supposed to be a place of rehabilitation, but according to the doctors, he wasn't making much progress at all. The frequent outbursts of anger didn't help his cause, but he couldn't help it. Sometimes being a rebel is the only way to get your point across.<br/><br/>"It'll only get worse fer ya pal if you keep acting up." That was the voice of a "Monitor". Ralph was his name, or so Trevor thought. Faces tended to blend together after a while.<br/><br/>The lights switched on and bright fluorescent spilled into the room. Trevor winced against the intensity of it until his eyes adjusted to the fully lit room. He could hear the deadbolt on the door draw back, giving way to the familiar squeak of the heavy metal plated door.<br/><br/>"I need water," Trevor said, leaning forward some, his eyes struggling to focus on the blurry silhouette of a man approaching him.<br/><br/>"No time," Ralph said and gripped onto Trevor's shoulder, beckoning him to his feet. "Dr. Prescott wants to speak with you right away." Ralph moved as he spoke, his short, stocky frame transitioning behind Trevor. He smelled like alcohol. Trevor didn't think that Ralph was crazy enough to drink on the job, but he did seem the type to get off of work, hit the bar and/or liquor store and spend the rest of his evening drinking before passing out. Wake up, rinse and repeat. The alcohol Trevor smelled could likely be explained away as easily as assuming Ralph simply slept in that particular morning and forgot to shower. That would explain the faint hint of body odor that blended in with the liquor smell.<br/><br/>"Dr. Prescott? I didn't think I was meeting with her until the end of the week." Trevor was perplexed, though the thought of meeting with her immediately made the throbbing in his head slow a bit.<br/><br/>"Yeah, well, maybe she heard about the shit you pulled last night. Look, I don't get paid to consult with you, so zip it and get moving." Ralph's voice seethed with annoyance and shortly after he spoke Trevor felt a meaty hand press into his back and urge him forward.<br/><br/>Trevor Neihlson did as he was told and made his way slowly down the hallway. It was uncharacteristically quiet for this time of morning. The silence was eerie. He could hear every footfall as they clapped off of the linoleum floor. The echoes reverberated down the corridors, loud at first before slowly tapering off only to be replaced by new ones.  An infinite loop that was cut short just as they came upon Dr. Prescott's door.<br/><br/>"You behave yourself in there," Ralph instructed before opening the door to her office and escorting Trevor through the pane. "Here he is, Ms. Prescott. If you need anything, I will be down at the nurse’s station. Feel free to call me if you need." Ralph forced a smile, revealing two rows of large teeth stained a hint of yellow by coffee and a wicked smoking habit. He left the room without another word, leaving the others by themselves.<br/><br/>Trevor took the seat adjacent to the doctor and his eyes fell down onto a glass full of clear water. He reached for it and swallowed a couple mouthfuls down before returning it to its place. This particular meeting hadn't been planned and that gave Trevor a bit of anxiety. It's not that he didn't want to meet with her, he actually found her quite lovely. He was just used to structure and this spur of the moment meeting was anything but. Finally, he lifted his eyes and focused on her clipboard a few moments before searching for her eyes.<br/><br/>"Good morning, Dr. Prescott," he finally said. "Is everything alright?" Trevor didn't know if she had known  about his episode, and if she did, he didn't know to what extent, so he decided to play coy. He wasn't about to just condemn himself if he didn't have to.