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It had been a solid week without a single peep from John. He wasn't home. Texts went unseen, his voice mail box was full.
John was actually bored out of his mind. They'd locked him up in the psyche ward and there he'd been in his pajamas and deck shoes, staring at a white ppadded wall. Not his first time, wouldn't be his last time. There was one on one and there was group and there was shitty food and prescribed fun time and John knew all he needed to do was be patient.
And the day came.
"Mr. Constantine, you're set to be released, but we need the signature of a responsible adult who will help monitor you."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I've done the psycho babysitter thing before, love," John said. "Give me a phone, I know who to call.
He dialed Fin from memory.
"Oi, mate. I need a grown up. I'm in hospital, fourth floor. Psych ward. Can't miss it."
John was actually bored out of his mind. They'd locked him up in the psyche ward and there he'd been in his pajamas and deck shoes, staring at a white ppadded wall. Not his first time, wouldn't be his last time. There was one on one and there was group and there was shitty food and prescribed fun time and John knew all he needed to do was be patient.
And the day came.
"Mr. Constantine, you're set to be released, but we need the signature of a responsible adult who will help monitor you."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I've done the psycho babysitter thing before, love," John said. "Give me a phone, I know who to call.
He dialed Fin from memory.
"Oi, mate. I need a grown up. I'm in hospital, fourth floor. Psych ward. Can't miss it."
