Geoff had been brought to Grace Allen Memorial Hospital for one reason; he was such a good actor that everyone around him thought he was clinically insane. He saw things and heard voices, he had moodswings that sent him from blissfully happy to raging mad in a second. He had cuts all up his wrists, and a black eye from getting into a scuffle with his dad. And all of this so he could check out a state mental asylum.

The rooms were small and cell-like, nary a bed in sight. The floor seemed constantly flooded in the wards, as if they didn't know how to turn the faucets off after showers. There was a raised corner of his room in which the McMillan boy resided currently, the sun peeking in from the high, small barred window, waking him slowly.

Today would be his first full day here, and he was excited to see what happened in this place.

The young man, clad in a hospital gown, rose to his feet and brushed a hand through his somewhat long, shaggy brown hair. Poisonous green eyes blinked a bit and he moved to the bars of his 'cage', waiting for breakfast, or to be taken away somewhere.

The moans of the other patients could be heard, now, people stirring and some shoving their arms out of their cells to grab on to someone, anyone. They were desperate for company.

Seth walked down the corridors of the hospital. He had been working here for a few months now, but this wasn't the first asylum he had worked in. He liked where he was, but he got transferred here. Working in this place hasn't changed who he was, unlike some of the other doctors. There was nothing that could change him.

He passed by some orderlies who where taking food to the patients. He gave them a brief greeting before continuing on his way. He had to go speak to the new patient that they got. Though he didn't know why he had to do it. There were at least 5 other people there for the job, and he had to be the one to go.

He looked down at his clipboard as he walked, his black hair hanging into his face. He brushed it out of his face with a pale hand. His onyx eyes focused on the board. He nearly tripped over his feet, but regained balance. He stopped outside the door.

He opened the door and went inside. He looked at the boy in there. "Good morning." he said to him, smiling slightly at him.

"Mornin'?" THe boy offered, head tilting a little as he sat back in his corner. "What's up, doc?" He questioned with a grin, looking a little...off-kilter. He licked his lips, toes drumming on the floor and making a soft tapping sound. "Any way we can get the water outta here?" And maybe take care of the draft.

"I'm sorry about the water. The woman who normally cleans up just had a baby and can't come in. We haven't found anyone else to do the job while she's gone." he said. He watched as the boy sat down in the corner.

"Well, that's fun." He sighed, shaking his head. "This...seems odd to me. I'm in jail, but they said I was going to the Funny Farm. I don't see no horses."

"This isn't a farm. And it isn't a jail. This is a hospital. And I'm sure you're here for a reason." he said.

"I want a fuckin' PONY." He growled, bouncing in place. He was good at acting crazy.

"You can't have a pony. Now calm down or I'll have to sedate you." he said.

That could be a fun new experience. "But I WANT THE PONY, NOW!"

He pulled out a needle and injected the sedative into the boy's arm.

Flapping and flailing for a bit, the boy soon fell out, his chest rising and falling slowly. His head thunked to the side and he stopped moving completely for a minute, before a rough seizure took over his body.

"Nurse! Come in here!" he exclaimed. A nurse came running in and together, they got the seizure to stop.

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