“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Mitch pokes his head into Room 5B—“Safety check!”—then pokes it back out.
“So does that mean Hannah’s back … from the castle?” Jordan’s embarrassed by the hope he can hear in his voice.
“What makes you think that?”
Jordan’s heart thuds heavy in his chest.Shit, shit, shit.
At noon, he eats the stupidly expensive eclair he bought for Hannah.
See, Renée, I wasn’t lying. It’s my lunch.
It’s not even that good.
DELIA F. BELMAN MEMORIAL PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL
Patient Name:Hannah D
Date:2/1/23
Therapist:Dr. Nicholas
OBSERVATIONS
APPEARANCE:
Neat
Inappropriate
Other
Disheveled
Bizarre
SPEECH:
Normal
Disorganized
Other
Pressured
Impoverished
EYE CONTACT:
Normal
Avoidant
Intense
Other
MOTOR ACTIVITY: