Irrisistably Ill {A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction}

Help. The word the rang through Harry's mind like it was some sort of crazy and incoherent word. He needed to get it right away or else he might sink lower than he already is. That help could only be given to him by an institution which was supposed to bring him back on the right track but was that really what he needed? Or another broken person like him but someone much more ill? Should he be the helper or the one given help?