Chris's pov

Maybe Ricky wasn't as mad at me as I originally thought but there was no chance things were going to go back to normal.

Doctor McKinnon wasn't an awful person. We talked a little bit after the boys left. He likes some good music and we have a few things in common. He isn't a therapist that interrogates you with questions. He doesn't judge you and make you feel like a child. He shows respect and he almost understands.

Even though I woke up earlier than anticipated, I would still have to stay at the hospital until they were sure I wouldn't have any more medical complications. Over the day and a half I had been awake, Frank and I have become fairly good friends. His husbands really nice too. I hope Ricky and I end up like that one day.

Doctor McKinnon said that he would keep Frank and I in the same wing of the psychiatric ward. He said that Ricky could visit from 11 to 4 on most days when I didn't have a therapy session. I was supposed to have therapy every other day, but if I seemed happy then I could be excused from it. Depending on how I was I would be in there for 5 days or more. School starts in 4 days though. I'm supposed to go to group therapy tomorrow.

Yesterday was school orientation so the boys weren't able to come. I was going to miss the first few days of school. I'd have work to make up. This is going to be the fucking worst.

"Hey Chris and Frank." Doctor McKinnon said as he opened the door.
"Hi" we responded simultaneously.
"So I'm going to run a few tests on both of you and if you both pass, then well be able to move you to the other wing. Okay?" The doctor said as he stood between us with a clip board. We nodded and he began to remove wires from the both of us. We were left with the IV tube in our skin but nothing connected.
"Okay so you'll both need to get up and walk to this wall, then turn around and walk back. You need to tell me if something hurts or you feel like you're going to fall though." He stated. Frank and I stood up and I realized how short he really was. He was so short that I could stick my arm out horizontally from my body and he could walk under it was no issues.

Frank and I were able to do all the tests with ease and we were told to lay down until the doctor came back with paper work. We both had to fill out little surveys to see what our mental state was. McKinnon had us change into pants similar to pj's and we were allowed to wear our own shirts and sweatshirts as long as they didn't have metal on them. We were led down the halls until we made it to an elevator. We were brought down to what seemed to be the basement. It wasnt dimly lit but pleasant. It was grimy. It wasn't bleached white. It wasn't full of flickering flourecent bulbs. No one was pounding on the doors trying to break out. There was only a soft whimpering cry coming out of a few rooms.

"Okay so there is an un-spoken code here." Doctor McKinnon explained.
"You don't go into another person's room unless you knock and they invite you in. You don't spread rumors about people. You don't ask them questions unless they are willingly talking to you. If someone's door is closed then do not bother them. You can keep you're door open if you don't mind other people visiting you, if someone else is in you're room you need to keep your door open though. Also you need to report anything to me if it doesn't seem right. Like if someone looks physically sick, to someone crying or shaking for more than 3 minutes." Frank and I nodded and Doctor McKinnon showed us to our rooms. Each had a dimmable light and a mattress in the corner. The walls were a soft gray and a light purple. There were curtains sandwiched between two pieces of glass. There were heating vents on the walls close to the ceiling. There was a small table with more clothes on it.

There was a knock on my door and I responded with a simple 'come in'. My shortie was standing there, grinning like an idiot.
"Hey, how are you?" He asked.
"I'm good. Kinda tired. I wish Ricky was here. How about you" I responded with a sigh.
"Same. It's time for dinner though." Frank said as I pulled his small body into mine. I sighed again.
"Fine. Let's go." I said as we left my room. We walked throug the halls until we came to a room that felt like a really big dinning room. We walked up to the line and waited until a lady handed us each a tray. There were plain crackers and a bowl of soup. We walked over to the other counter to get Iced tea and spoons. The cafeteria was more like a dinning room with the long tables and the wood chairs. Frank and I sat down at the table that Doctor McKinnon was standing at the end of.

We sat down by him and waited until some of the people started to eat. I ate a few of the crackers and finished my Iced tea. The soup was like drinking piss with noodles in it.
"You guys can get bottles of water to bring to your room." McKinnon said as he watched us finish eating. I nodded and went to grab two bottles of water. I sat back down next to Frank, seeing that he was swishing his soup around as he nibbled on a cracker. He took a few sips of Iced tea and then tapped McKinnon on the shoulder.
"Can I go back to my room" he asked.
"Eat a few more crackers." He responded and Frank grabbed a cracker and shoved it in his mouth before storming away.

Thanks for reading. I'm on a 2 hour car ride right now so I'll probably write another chapter soon. So long and goodnight mama destroya signing off.