Who? Hemingway & OPEN Where? Outside the hospital When? Sometime after his network post. What? Ernest is having a breakdown Open? Yes Warnings? High- language, reference to mental health problems, possible suggestions of self-harm/suicide.
Ernest didn't want the doctor, but he really didn't want the "witch doctor", and since Steve had assured him that they no longer administered electroshock therapy he had decided to go for he more familiar approach. Because he needed to do something before he clawed his own skin off from scratching at imaginary insects he was sure he could feel all over him-
He was afraid, he wanted to break down and beg someone to help him, but he had no idea what that help would involve. So, he'd ran away from Rhonda, leaving his son with her- he'd seen his father get into these sort of states before and he didn't want Jack to experience that. He didn't want to scare him, and he didn't want to scare his wife. He knew it wasn't normal, but he didn't want to be treated as though he were insane. He wasn't insane, he was sure of it. He couldn't be-
But what he'd read in the museum. He killed himself. He took a shotgun, put it in his mouth, and deliberately blew his brains out. Just like his father would, or already had, depending on the timeline. And right now, Ernest's head was full of horrible, darks thoughts- confused, swirling thoughts.
He was too afraid to go inside, but he didn't know where else to go. He paced back and forth, unaware that he was muttering to himself like a loon, his hands shaking terribly, his skin sickly and yellow. Wait- where was he? He stopped, and looked at the building before him in complete confusion. What was he doing here again?