Snippet #2344224

Luke stirred from his sleep once the usual two knocks came. Another glorious morning in the frickin' loony bin. Even though it had been four weeks, Luke still questioned why he was here. Sure, normal people don't say they shot light out of their hands, but it's not like he was a psychopath. But, he'd simply let it go about a week ago. There wasn't any way he was going back to California now. His family had given him up willingly, in hopes he'd "get better."

Luke rolls out of bed, slipping on some shoes. He takes his hair tie, and makes his little tuft of hair in the back of his head. Luke wears his hair messy all the time, so no need to fix it. Luke opens the door of his room, and steps out into the hall. Doctors pass him by as he walks to the dining room. Maybe they'd have something decent today. Of course, it wasn't the food Luke looked forward to, but the socialization afterwards. Luke enjoys talking to Annaleah, who he was usually paired up with. They seemed to have similar incidents, so Luke feels like he can identify with her more.

Once he makes it to the dining area, he notices he's one of the first. A nurse was there, a familiar one at that...Castiel, was it? She was the one that talked to that older guy here. Dismissing the thought, Luke sits down at a table, awaiting the arrival of others.