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“We were in Havermouth when the storm happened, and just like here, the NES arrived. Except they weren’t helping repair damage left by the storm. They blocked us off from Rideten and the other towns, pinning us against a flooded river we couldn’t cross, and they began to go through the population, picking people out, and holding them prisoner. At the same time, the water illness broke out, and the NES took over the hospital too and blocked family from seeing people who went there. Thousands died because the NES were studying the illness, and not treating it.” “Oh my god,” Ronnie pressed her hand to her mouth. “We have that here. The hospital is totally overrun with sick people, and they won’

I couldn’t help but think about her every second, if she’s hurt, if she’s thinks I’m not looking for her, that I don’t care because I haven’t found her yet. We found an old cabin at the furthest point of our territory, one that I had completely forgotten about, it was one that the human’s used but now mostly teenagers took up in it. The roof barely holding together, the door hangs off its rusted hinges as I pulled it open it fell to the ground. The air inside smelled of decay, old beer and urine, the place was disgusting, and I made a mental note to have it torn down. As we made our way through, one door was still holding its own, I pushed it open and stood there just staring at what was

"Stop being such a stubborn brat and listen to me. Please give the doctor three months. There's no harm in trying. We can leave right now if you like." I remained silent and finished the rest of my coffee. Although I was willing to do anything to get out of this situation, I didn't want Axton to feel important. But he kept pleading with me, and I only agreed because he mentioned the doctor's frequent travels. My resolve had weakened, and I followed him to the asylum. The Gothic architecture gave it a creepy appearance. It was one of the pack's oldest structures, built in the late nineteenth century. I felt so uneasy as we walked in, and I ignored Axton's advice to relax. Manics hooted and gi

She just chuckles without saying anything else. The rest of the ride was silent. I watched and took note of the turns and landmarks so I could get my bearings. I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to escape again, but I'd be sure to check on Jess and Leo if I do. We pull into the parking lot of Sjoblom Research Institute of Mental Health. A seemingly innocuous facility for the research of treating mental disorders. But we've been to the basement. We've been in that basement for the last year and a half. We've been treating for general psychosis, schizophrenia, and multiple personality disorder. It's owned by a human doctor who's dedicated his life to "curing" the supernatural. Dr. Randal

It was in a remote suburb of Sapphire City. Its location was bad. It was cold in winter and hot in summer. What was worse, there were no good resources and medical workers. Not long ago, it was reported that the nursing workers abused patients there. Although being in the sanatorium would be freer for Harry than in prison, in Old Madam Atherton's opinion, there wouldn't be a big difference. "Mom! What are you talking about?" Harry panicked. No matter how sorry he felt for Tail, he was reluctant to be placed under house arrest.

"Why did no one tell me?" "Because he made us promise not to. Said you needed to heal without worrying about him." Mae grabbed my hand. "But I am telling you now. Because you are back. And he needs help we cannot give him." "Where is he really? Razor said Arizona but I do not believe that." "He is at a psychiatric facility. Voluntary admission. Seventy-two hour hold." Mae's eyes filled with tears. "He checked himself in four days ago. Said he was having thoughts. Dangerous thoughts. And he did not trust himself around us."

I can't wallow in pain, I need to see my parents as soon as possible. “Dan, we are going to the hospital, and please do not ask me any questions until we get there.” “O…oh okay,” Daniel managed to answer. We arrived at Pecan hospital an hour later. The hospital was the biggest I've seen so far, which was built solely for Werewolf patients who couldn't heal after they had an accident. Immediately I rushed over to the reception where I saw a young lady in a white gown. “Please, may I know where Mrs. Victoria Baker and Mr. Austin Baker are admitted?” I asked anxiously. The nurse quickly went through the book and directed us to a room.

The hot touch of his palm threatened to leave a mark on her wrist. Anathea wanted to pull away, but he gripped her tightly. She frowned. "Let go of me…" "Shh." He put a finger to his lips and drawled meaningfully as if in warning, "Don't attract them now." "Them"? Anathea felt a chill run up her spine, for she had heard that a hospital was one of the most haunted places, especially at late night or in the wee hours of the morning. She closed her eyes and did not try to pull away from Gregory again. Instead, she allowed him to lead her toward Adam's room.

“Oh, you do know what that is. But let me just refresh your memory. That place is one of the worst mental asylums in the world. Impossible to escape from. Patients there are mistreated daily—filthy conditions, electroshock therapy, and let’s not forget the torture. So much torture.” His voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “And there's sexual abuse too. Rape. And from what I've heard, it isn’t limited to the women there, so you’ll be sure to get a taste of everything you put Millie through.” Francis's arrogant grin was gone, his eyes widening with a flicker of genuine fear as Zeke’s words sank in. “And that,” Zeke continued, his voice hard, “is where you’re going to spend the rest of your life

-Actually, yes, but I would never say it out loud; I didn't want any trouble. I apologize, Mrs. Taylor; I did not mean to disrespect you in any way, I replied politely. Mrs. Taylor returned to her desk, muttering something unwillingly. At first glance, this place looked like an ordinary boarding school, but it wasn't. The Ashwood Institute was an experimental psychiatric hospital that had mostly young patients who suffered from some kind of disorder. The floors were categorized by levels of disorder: from mild, medium to severe.