Trust me, it's a crazy time Who: Alanna and Quinn Where: UofM Hospital When: Early afternoon
Maybe it was a good thing that it did not really take all that long to get herself to the hospital when it was necessary to go. Oh, Alanna still hated it. The idea of the hospital made her skin crawl and that was not even getting started on what the smell made her want to do. She hated the smell. Someone somewhere was always dying and even if she did not have the best senses out of the were family she could still pick up on that. Add in the fact that every time she had gone to the hospital in the past few years had been because she was damaged pretty impressively in one way or another and she thought that people should understand why she wanted to vote for dealing with people outside of it. Part of her was actually convinced that if she went in there today like she was supposed to then they were not just going to let her leave again. They were going to find a reason why she needed to stay and she would have to get back into one of those ridiculous outfits and spend time with the nurses and doctors asking more questions while they expected her to eat that miserable excuse they called food... no, no she would not do it.
All of these thoughts were going through her head while she sat in the waiting area of the psychological department. For a change. This was a part of the hospital she had never spent all that much time in and, while it smelled better than the rest, she still disliked it on the principle that it was part of the hospital and they could just take her a wing over and keep her again. She was still surprised that they had decided to let her go after saying that they were not completely sure she was 'stable'. I haven't been 100% stable since the day Jamie decided that my finger was a tasty treat. Tugging at a piece of hair that had fallen in front of her shoulder, Alanna nearly jumped to her feet when the secretary or nurse, she had no real way of knowing, called her name and declared that they were ready for her. Deep breaths. You had good social interaction last night. They can't lock you up for that.
Exactly fifty-five minutes later, Alanna emerged from the room feeling as though she had just been put through the mental version of the Olympics. She was supposed to do that every day? That was not going to be anything near approaching her idea of fun and the redhead was paying almost no attention to her surroundings as she all-but bolted towards the door.