Around the room were patients and the light streamed through the windows covered in metal wire. There were no staff walking around. They stayed on the other side of the pharmaceutical walls. You were brought a tray of food, and a juice. The white walls and child like drawings of the sun and rainbows did little to improve your attitude. There was a young girl in a wheel chair about sixteen years old, her head tilted to the left and looking down. A nurse came and got her, "Come on Mary Ann its time for a session." She is unresponsive and wheeled out of the room.

Looking around there are more women then men in the room all various ages. A total of 17 people in all. The room was silent. Not one of the patients moved on there own. It was depressing to see living people being carted in and out of this room like furniture. They were healthy looking just atrophied from inactivity. No bruising, a few needle marks and a blank stair was all they had to offer the outside world. A male nurse came and got you with your food tray. "You have to eat. This is just temporary to make sure your not violent you will be moved up after your first evaluation. If you don't eat they stick you on bagged food. It taste better but not as filling." He wore no name tag. Just the hospital logo was on the left pocket of his white coat.