Realistic or Modern Cheers to the Disturbed

[Twin Fantasy]

Tim wrinkled his nose at the leaving nurse. She must've been on her period or something, usually the morons staffing this place were terminally friendly. Hopefully the tampon lodged up her snatch could soak up the attitude... He snorted to himself. That was a good one. Prying into his notepad, he took one of the soft pencils he was offered and wrote it down. What rhymes with attitude? Magnitude... he'd have to dig out a thesaurus or something.

The door didn't lock, of course, if it did Tim would lock it and never come out ever. He could only hope that nobody would come harass him about getting breakfast, or taking meds. That shit was for pussies.

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It's hard to receive such news and immediately return to work. But Jane had a solemn duty, and she'd sworn to do it. Until the very end, she'd do her job and do it well. Even if the going got rough. She'd never give up on her patients -- they were human beings.

"Well... that's back to work, then."

She cracked her back a bit, (Oof, scoliosis!) and then left the meeting room without another thought. She'd oughtta go check on Aaron, he seemed to be causing trouble and he really needed some guidance. Jane had been a bit like him at some point. Cold, brash, all that jazz. Those were teenage emotions, for you. Sometimes those just never went away, and that was perfectly alright. She descended the stairs and entered Aaron's room.

"Sorry for barging in..." She waved. "It's breakfast time soon. How're you feeling?"

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The only thing throwing that book seemed to do was leave Aaron without an outlet, bored on top of everything else. So now, bored and stewing in his rage, he glared out the window, and then, when that didn't help, he crossed his arms and stared at the door, fighting the urge to scream. He kept his face still, even, not letting out even an ounce of his desire to ruin everything. According to the psychologist here, he should try to channel his feelings into something productive- like art, or writing. Something that created instead of destroyed.

He hadn't written since he was in high school. That felt like it had been eons ago. Like hell would he go back to writing just because some doctor said it was a good idea... If he weren't here, he wouldn't have to think about what some doctor had to say. He thought back to that night, as he often did-

And then entered Jane. Aaron didn't particularly care for Jane, though he figured she could be worse. Still, the way she was always so... friendly, upbeat, unphased... It pissed him off. Like a lot. On the bad days, though he refused to call them that, he tried to intimidate her. Of course, it failed, and more often than not ended up with him in bigger trouble than before. Needless to say, he wasn't allowed in the garden. Not that he particularly cared- he didn't like plants to begin with.

So, like any mature adult, he lazily looked away from her, face relaxed as he could manage to keep it. "I've been here long enough to know that. I don't need a bitch like you to tell me." So maybe it wasn't a particularly nice thing to say. Aaron didn't particularly care, especially when she felt like pretending she cared about him. That was probably the most annoying thing about the staff- how nice they pretended to be. Of course, it fractured as soon as things went south, didn't it?

Yeah, he didn't feel like dealing with that bullshit.

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