Baltimore state hospital private visitation: Dallas/Will
[Some people, upon visiting prison got scared straight. More so if they were visiting a prison for the fucking crazy, but the latter wasn't her and she was having too much fun to worry about the former. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt that was mostly clean except for a little powdered sugar that she attempted to rub off and carrying a clear Tuberware container that still showed evidence of having hot food inside, she finally entered the visitation room after handing over her ID and going through a metal detector.
Yeah, she wasn't quite fucking crazy enough to bring a weapon into a hospital full of fucking nutjobs.] Hey sweetie. [Said as she dropped the container on the table, a plastic fork taped to the top of it and reached out, palms on other cheek.] Fuck you look like shit. What, they can't get a barber in here to clean you up? Christ. I brought you some of that lasagna you like, had to smack those assholes out front from taking any of the garlic bread though.