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In-patients in the clinic are forbidden from having relationships with each other. Patients are especially forbidden from having affairs with the staff. Not that that stops our boys, really ( ... )
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Also, Alex beat up. I will never say no to Alex beat up.
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but seriously... if no one else decides to fill this one, I might just go for it on my own xD
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DO IT. DO IT. I would support you 110% if you decided to try it out :)
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This could be such an epic fic!
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i. A new resident causes a stir.They always wake the residents of the Elizabeth Braddock Rehabilitation Clinic at a stupidly early hour of the morning. Some in-patients cope better with this rude introduction to the day than others: Charles can hear Alex throwing something at the nurse next door and smiles as he slips on a dark purple sweater over his white undershirt. Charles’s room is slightly messy, as per his usual: he had grown up in a house of privilege, and thus was used to maids cleaning up after him. He was, however, also used to a clean and kempt living space, so Charles did attempt at some rhyme and reason in his room when he could bring himself to pick up after himself. It’s just that so often, too often, there were more important things on his mind to be bothered with the mundane parts of his time at Braddock ( ... )
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Also, I know this is silly but I love the title.
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and LOL I absolutely stole it from this bar I once went to called "The Mental Ward" xD gracias!
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“See you tomorrow, doc,” Alex says with a small, private smile, closing the door behind him. Hank breathes in and out fully for the first time in forty-five minutes.
“Shit,” Hank draws out.
“I’m done,” Angel tells the ground of Hank’s office. “I’m done with rehab. I want to go home.”
“I would not advise that, “ Hank begins slowly, carefully. He glances at his clipboard and flips a couple of small pages stapled to the front. “I see that your methadone prescription has been reduced.”
“I want to go home,” Angel repeats.
“How are you feeling with the new treatment, Angel?” Hank asks calmly.
“It fucking. Sucks,” Angel bites back venomously ( ... )
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