For some, the truth is an unsettling idea to digest. Positive reinforcement cannot undo the damage he has already inflicted upon his physical and mental states. The days seem to grow shorter, and the nights longer, as if the internal demons arise to drag him back down into the depths of Hell itself. At his lowest point, his happiness can only be attained by a thin, white line and a short, but addictive rush.
In the rehabilitation wing of St. Valentino's Hospital, those struggling with narcotic dependency are normally admitted to a three-month long program consisting of assessment, detoxification, and ways to prevent further substance abuse. Although recovery length differs between person to person, the well-trained staff of therapists and practitioners at St. Valentino's Hospital are committed to assisting those who are in need of mental and emotional support.
However, when Mike Zacharius arrives with a hindering cocaine addiction, short temper, and severe depression, a majority of the staff are uncomfortable accepting him as a personal patient. Thirty-two and struggling to stabilize himself, the medical staff are far from helping in regards to Mike's conflicting issues and situations. Attempts at forming healthy relationships with the male end in failure, and soon, medical staff are exasperated in finding a solution to Mike's behavior.
Running out of options, the doctors sign him up for a bi-weekly group session with their youngest therapist on-site, Caitlyn Avery, in hopes that her sympathetic nature could quell the tension between Mike's attitude and a possible relapse. Willing to accept Mike into her small group despite the accounted number already, Caitlyn is in for more than she bargained for when she's pitted against Mike's suicidal intentions, abrasiveness towards the other patients, and inability to cooperate.
The road to recovery would be arduous for both parties, even if the benevolence of one outweighed the discord of the other.
"You will meet together every Wednesday." She says with a smile, jotting down something on her clipboard.
I grab my dry erase marker and start to scribble furiously on my white board.
I flipped the side over to face the therapist and she read aloud.
"I don't even know who this person is."
"You can't isolate yourself, Wynter.
Friends are nice to have around, for encouragement, to laugh with, and
sometimes even cry with." She says and I shake my head vigorously.
"Wynter, you make yourself think you don't need anyone's help or company, because you are scared. You've been hurt too much, so you put this defensive wall up, that no one can break down." She says and I frown at her.
"It's time to let those walls down, honey." She pats my knee and I shake my head again.
"And this is the person that's going to help you do it."
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Wynter Adams hasn't spoken in eight years.
No one knows why, or what happened to make her this way.
She attends therapy and when she refuses or her behavior becomes destructive she stays over night at Mercies Children's Hospital.
When she's given an assignment from her therapist to spend her afternoon with another patient she refuses, but the therapist insists this is her cure.
He is her cure.
Asher Linn has been in intensive care and therapy for his temper, for running away from home five times, and for his alcoholism.
His therapist recommended some medication to help with his mood swings.
But Asher became sick of them and was immediately engulfed in the arms of depression.
Asher agrees to meet up with this 'other patient' just so he could escape the hospital.
But everything doesn't go according to plan.
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