A month after.

Chapter 3: Flashback.

SLOANE'S POV:

"So Bishop, you ready to talk?"
"Yep!"
"Okay, I would like to know how were the first moments in the psych ward if it's okay with you."
"Yeah no problem."

*Flashback*

Bishop's pov:

"I DON'T WANNA GO!"
"PLEASE DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME! Please..." I'm sobbing and having trouble to breathe, please let me go home.
"Calm down, it's for your own good." My own good... yeah as if I believe that.
They're looking for blades and weapons in case someone gave one to me? I'm already in an hospital gound, they're stupid.
Oh, it went fast.
I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna eat, I just want to go home.
First night was fine, I didn't sleep so no nightmares.
Urgh- someone's coming.
What's that? It's... a feeding tube oh my god I don't want that!
If I fight back they'll stop trying to put this on my nose.
It's not working.
I now have a feeding tube, go to Hell.

~three days later~

"Hello Eleanor!"
"I wanna go home."
"What was that?"
Is she stupid?
"I want to go home."
"Not yet, you have to do the work to go home."
Urgh.
"What's the first step?"
"You're gonna talk to the therapist this afternoon."
Of course...
"Ok."
"This will help with your weight."
I don't care.
"Ok."
I don't wanna be nice.
"Goodbye Eleanor."

~A few hours later~

"Eleanor Bishop?"
"Yeah." She seems... stupid.
"I'm Janette Godrig, your therapist. I've heard that this is the first day you talk today." Woaaaw, you want a lolipop for that?
"Yes."
"You're ready to talk a lot more?"
"Yes."
"Okay, let's get started."

~An hour later~

"Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Finally, I don't want to explain this one more time.

*End of the flashback*

"Why did you take three days?"
"I wanted to go home, it took time for me too relise that I needed help."
"Okay, well it seems like it worked pretty great. How long dig you keep the feeding tube?"
"Uhm- two weeks I think since I wasn't alowed to see anyone until I ate."
"Okay, and do you still have some trouble with food ?"
"Sometimes I just get scared of it, we don't really know why, but like my brain tells me that I'm not hungry and that food is poison."
"Oh, well if they know about it I think it's great."
"Yep!"
"And you're sure you feel great for work?"
"Yes, more than ever and if I feel off, I just come to you."
"Yep, that's right, well, see you tomorrow Bishop."
"I'm gonna do paper work today so I'll still be here even tho I don't work with the team."
"Okay no problem."
"Bye Jack."
"Bye Ellie."