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SUP CRANE.
Jul. 8th, 2012 07:25 pm[Cont'd from this.]
Derek wakes a few days later in a straight jacket, with the inside of his mouth tasting like an abattoir and his head aching. His memories of what happened are blurry and resistant to his attempts to pin them down. He knows there was a fire, and... something else. Someone else.
He doesn't have any therapy sessions that day. Doesn't get let out of his room. Two orderlies come in to feed him, and they still don't take off the straight jacket. Instead, they hold his mouth open, and feed him piece by piece, like they're more afraid than usual that he's going to bite.
Before they leave, he tries to ask them what happened, what he did, but they don't answer him.
He doesn't have any therapy sessions the next day, either.
In a way, he gets off light. Being locked up spares him the sight of the shattered glass on the floor of the observation room, the streaks of blood on the walls and the string of ruined gates at the front of the building. Spared the whispered conversations about mass hallucinations and a bad reaction to testosterone and adrenaline.
There's one thing that this has confirmed to everyone, though. Derek Hale thinks he's a werewolf, and is entirely unfit for release.
Derek wakes a few days later in a straight jacket, with the inside of his mouth tasting like an abattoir and his head aching. His memories of what happened are blurry and resistant to his attempts to pin them down. He knows there was a fire, and... something else. Someone else.
He doesn't have any therapy sessions that day. Doesn't get let out of his room. Two orderlies come in to feed him, and they still don't take off the straight jacket. Instead, they hold his mouth open, and feed him piece by piece, like they're more afraid than usual that he's going to bite.
Before they leave, he tries to ask them what happened, what he did, but they don't answer him.
He doesn't have any therapy sessions the next day, either.
In a way, he gets off light. Being locked up spares him the sight of the shattered glass on the floor of the observation room, the streaks of blood on the walls and the string of ruined gates at the front of the building. Spared the whispered conversations about mass hallucinations and a bad reaction to testosterone and adrenaline.
There's one thing that this has confirmed to everyone, though. Derek Hale thinks he's a werewolf, and is entirely unfit for release.
