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Jane had drove Ethan home around six in the morning. She made sure that he had a shower and that he had food in his belly before he went to sleep. Ethan had forgotten he had to work, and called his boss around seven to explain what all had happened.

Instead of saying friend or roommate, he said girlfriend just to make it sound better. Though, none of it was good.

              Morty had understood and told him, "Please, take the time you need. You'll have a job when you get back."

              Then he had called Keith, explaining she was in the hospital. "Was the flu that bad?"

              "Um. .. no it's.. ." he had to explain it again, this time to another person.

When he was finished, Keith had sounded chocked up and told him, "I hope she gets better." He asked which hospital, but Ethan had to explain he didn't even get to see her.

              When he hung up the phone, he was too tired to see how awkward the conversion. Jane ended up going home to get some fresh clothes and brush her teeth, leaving him alone.

              He was so tired, but he couldn't sleep. His eyes would close, but his mind wouldn't drift away. He was so sore, so confused.

He didn't have any more tears left. All three dogs had bullied their way into his room, and jumped on his bed. He allowed it, because he knew deep down, they knew something was wrong.

              Under Stinky's hair, he could see his eyes. He rested his head on Ethan's chest, and he started to pet his fur. "She'll be back soon, don't worry." 

As he lay there, he really hoped his words were true. He even prayed to God to not make him a liar.

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She didn't realize how large the hospital was until she was moved to the Adult Psychiatric. She wasn't sure if she had agreed to go or not. It was all confusing and she felt like she let the doctors push her around into whatever they wanted.

They told her it was for her own good but they were not forcing her to do anything. Though, she should really do it.

Before she was moved, she said to one of the nurses, "I don't have money. I can't cover it."

"Someone's already covered it, don't worry."

That's what confused her. She knew her parents didn't have any money. She didn't have any rich people in her family or circle of friends. She didn't get the chance to ask and was moved.

She didn't know what to think when she entered the double doors. She felt fear. She wasn't sure if it was fear of the people, fear of what was going to happen, or fear that she was going to get shock therapy like in those old films and books.

When she asked the nurse about it, she gave a laugh and shook her head. "We don't do that at all."

The nurse explained that she will be seeing a therapist once a day at 2:00 to 2:45 and that the doctors and nurse were friendly.

She wanted her mind to be at ease, but it was going a million miles per hour. She felt sick. She thought she was going to throw up.

She thought how she was in the best place to feel sick.

When she entered her room, there were two beds. The bed on the left looked like it was slept in. There were cards and teddy bears all around that side of the room. When she looked at her own bed, she felt even more down.

She hoped at no one would know she was in the Mental Ward with crazy people. Was she crazy herself? How could she let herself do this? She felt so mad all of a sudden, but she held in her screams.

The nurses explained that she wouldn't be here for that long, like most people. "Your doctor is setting up a discharge plan. You'll be out of here in five days or less, I know that for sure honey," the nurse told her.

They made her turn in her phone and keys. She didn't have anything else besides her sweats and shirt. "Wait, I need to call Ethan. I need clothes."

"Is Ethan your husband?" the nurse asked as she pointed to the phone.

"No he's. .." her voice drifted, trying to find the right title for him. "He's my roommate. Actually, can you just phone him? I don't feel like I can talk to him right now."

"Do you want him on the no visit list?"

"What? No, no, please don't do that. I would like him to visit."

The nurse nodded and asked, "Is there anyone you don't want to visit?"

She thought about any names that came to mind, but she shook her head. "No, I don't have anyone to visit me anyways. I doubt Ethan would come. He's mad at me."

The nurse stared. "What does he look like?"

"Um, pale? Average height. Brown hair, blue eyes. .. slim, I guess."

"Ethan Sullivan?" The nurse asked.

"Yes, that's him. Wait, is he here?"

"He was. He's the one that called 911. He didn't leave til five this morning. He's was here all night, but you weren't allowed any visitors."

That annoyed her that he wasn't allowed to visit. But she was too shocked to express her feelings. She was shocked that Ethan had stayed that long, up all night, worrying about her. He was in the waiting room, all night. She found herself smiling for the first time in three weeks.

"Ms. Grover? Dr. Porter will see you now," a nurse informed her.

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