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Mitch sat alone in the dining area. Other patients were milling about with their trays, chatting with each other. Mitch had received a special tray, unlike most of the others he didn't get to pick his own food. A nurse brought his food out and instructed him to eat it all, he couldn't leave until it was finished. The plate was big, Mitch honestly had no clue how he was going to finish it. He hadn't eaten a full meal in weeks and here he was with a plate of grilled chicken, salad, broccoli, corn, and a roll. He began cutting everything into small pieces and moving it around on his plate to make it seem as if he had eaten when really he'd only had a nibble of each item. He was full, or at least it felt that way. If he put anything else into his stomach, he was going to puke.

He stood to toss his tray only to be stopped by another nurse. She looked at his plate and frowned but making him go back to finish eating. Half an hour later and most of the room had cleared out with the exception of the nurses and a few straggling patients also trying to finish up their meals. Mitch hadn't managed to eat anymore. He was resolved to sit and wait until they gave in and let him leave. They couldn't keep him here all night.

He continued to push his food around, by now he'd been here well over an hour, his food was cold making it even more unappetizing, and he just wanted to go back to his room and lay down and write to Scott about how horrible this day had been. Eventually he was the last patient left in the room. A nurse walked over and sat down.

"Mitchell?"

"It's just Mitch."

"Well, Mitch, why haven't you eaten?"

"Not hungry."

"What have you eaten today? Can you tell me everything?"

Mitch glared at her. This woman was well aware of the reasons he was here, why was he being forced to eat when food was clearly an issue for him.

"Do you not want to tell me?"

"I've eaten a half a piece of toast for breakfast, no lunch, and what you just watched me eat."

"That's not enough food for your body sweetie."

"That's all I can manage right now."

"I think you can do better. Why don't you try to eat at least a third of the chicken and a few more bites of broccoli? Think you can manage that?"

"I don't know."

"Let's give it a shot. If you get sick it's okay."

Mitch nodded and hesitantly stabbed a floret with his fork, bring the green stalk to his lips. Chew, chew, chew, swallow, stab, chew, chew, chew, swallow, stab... he repeated the process until his stomach flipped and he was sent running to the nearest trash can.

He knew it was a bad idea to force himself to eat. Now everything he had pushed down was making a reappearance. The nurse came over and rubbed his back, trying to sooth him but it wasn't working. He couldn't do this. SHe helped him back to his room where he collapsed onto the bed sobbing.

Eventually his cries quieted and he went to find his phone. Sure enough Kirstin and Kevin had both responded to his messages.

KitKat: How are you? Did you get to see Scottie?

Mitchy: Bad, horrible, I hate everything

Mitchy: Yea, I got to see him for a little while. I miss him already

KitKat: That's to be expected  but you'll see him soon and you'll write him

Mitchy: Are you and J going up for the weekend?

KitKat: J wants to so probably but we'll miss you

Mitchy: Give him a hug for me, a big one

KatKat: Of course babe

KitKat: I love you Mitty you know that right?

Mitchy: Yea, I know

Mitchy: I love you too Kitty

Kevo: Are you okay???

Scott's boy: I'm good I guess

Kevo: I've been waiting for you to text me back!

Scott's boy: Sorry

Kevo: It's cool

Scott's boy: How was school?

Kevo: Sucked

Scott's boy: Same here

Kevo: Bright side Dan took me to see Avi today

Scott's boy: That's great!!!!!

Scott's boy: Did he mention Scott??????????

Kevo: .............

Scott's boy: Kevin what's wrong? What happened?

Scott's boy: Is Scottie okay?

Kevo: He's fine now. He just had a little issue after you left this morning.

Scott's boy: What kind of issue? Is he hurt?

Kevo: No, nothing like that. He had a panic attack and had to be taken to the infirmary. Avi said he's okay though. He talked to the warden and Scott will be back in gen pop tomorrow

Scott's boy: Damnit

Kevo: He was just feeling guilty because he's the one that told Rashad about you doing.... that.... again

Scott's boy: Wait, what?

Kevo: Nothing

Scott's boy: No not nothing... Scott's the one that told

Kevo: Please don't be mad at him. I thought you knew

Scott's boy: How do you know that?

Kevo: Avi...

Mitch stopped replying though Kevin continued to send message after message begging him not to be upset. Honestly, Mitch really wasn't upset. But right now he needed someone to be mad with other than himself. He knew Scott was just protecting him. Maybe that was half the reason he was reacting this way. He never protected Scott, it was always the other way around.

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Scott woke up on a gurney, his hands securely fastened to the bars on either side with a pair of handcuffs. He tugged at the restraint even though he knew it wasn't going to give; he hissed at the pain it caused. He sat up and looked around trying to find a guard or a nurse or someone. He wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep or even how he had fallen asleep but he did know his bladder was full and he needed to do something about it quickly. 

Soon he heard the door being unlocked and a nurse stepped in. She glanced at him and scowled. Scott wasn't sure if it was the fact she worked with delinquents all day or just something to do with him but this woman was not happy.

"Ummm, sorry to bother you but do you think you could help me to the bathroom or get a guard or something? I gotta go."

"I can't let you up until the Warden comes in and releases you."

"But I have to pee."

"Well..."

Scott just looked at the woman dumbfounded.

"I can put you on a bedpan."

"I can't hold it any more."

The woman walked over to a cabinet and put on a pair of latex gloved before grabbing a rather large metal object. She didn't speak, she just walked over to the bed and began to undo Scott's jumpsuit. The boy tensed and retracted as far as he could from her hands.

"I have to undo the suit and pull your underwear down if I put you on the pan. Your choice," she snapped.

Scott sighed but nodded for her to continue. She did so and he was utterly exposed. He hated feeling this open. It made him nervous and humiliated at the same instance. She asked him to lift his hips and she placed the large bowl under him. He sat for a minute before he realized that this was the bedpan and he would have to go while he lied flat and she watched him. It took a minute for his shy bladder to work up the courage to release. He wasn't entirely sure why it took a while, after all he'd had to use the bathroom in front of his PO countless times. Maybe it was just the fact that this woman did nothing to alleviate his discomfort, or the fact that she was staring at him while he was so open, or possibly that he was restrained and felt vulnerable.

Finally he was done and the nurse removed the urine filled pan thankfully not sloshing any onto the bed. She pulled his briefs up and refastened his jumpsuit before she left the room without another sound.

Scott was left to lay in the bed and try to decipher what had happened in the past few hours. He remembered Mitch coming, he remembered talking with Avi, but after that things got a bit fuzzy. He closed his hoping sleep would overtake him once again because he was so confused and it was causing a massive migraine.  

He did end up dozing, for how long he wasn't sure. He only woke up because he heard the sound of the door opening again. However, this time he was greeted with much friendlier faces. Amber rushed around her boyfriend to brush Scott's hair from his forehead. She met his eyes and he smiled.

"You don't need to coddle me Am. I'm not a child."

"I will do as I please. Now are you feeling okay?"

"I'm just confused it all. I'm not sure what happened or why I'm here."

Rashad walked over and began undoing the cuffs restraining the boys hands, sighing heavily when he noticed the red marks around Scott's wrists. He wasn't the only one that saw.

"Holy crap, your arms! Rashad, what the hell?"

"Honey, I know it looks bad but it was necessary at the time. He was fighting everyone. We had to do something. He was going to hurt someone or hurt himself."

Scott looked at the man like he was crazy. Surely if he was attacking people he would have remembered that.

"What did I do?" he whispered.

"You had a panic attack, started screaming at Avi, fighting with the guards. I had them bring you here and sedate you for a bit. You've been out for a few hours."

"I-I don't remember."

"That's normal Scott. But why don't we get you out of here. Everyone else is waiting in my office."

Scott nodded and threw his legs over the bed. When he tried to stand he wobble, Rashad caught him and kept him from hitting the floor. He rested his bodyweight on the man and allowed himself to be directed to the warden's office.