Fuck.
Flack crumpled the piece of paper and chucked it at the wall. He hated this assignment. He hated shrinks. He hated this fuckin’ hospital, and he wanted to go home. But he still had a week at least in physical therapy before they even considered sending him home. And he would still be required to come back for shrink visits. He hated shrinks. He really hated shrinks.
He stared at the piece of paper again, before picking up the pen, and started letting it scratch all over the paper. It was a few minutes before there was a knock on the door and he looked up, giving Stella a bright smile as she came in.
( Hey, Stell,” he said. “What’re you doing here? )