Snippet #2717816

Jack was a little startled by the sound of Peter running down the hall and banging on his door.
"For the last time, you little shit, I'm not one of you're fucking lost boys!" He shouted out of his padded room in vain. He was there to protect children, but that didn't mean he had to like any of them and that kid was getting on his nerves.

"Fuck! This probably means it's going to be longer before the inspection, then the therapy sessions are going to be delayed. The doctors are going to be pissed, just what I need." He muttered to himself. "Thanks for fucking it up for the rest of us asshole!" He shouted knowing that no one would hear him.

He was bored of sitting in the corner waiting for whichever doctor was planning on showing up. For a minute he began to question whether or not he had turned invisible, but he learned the hard way that he had lost that ability, so he quickly dismissed the notion.

"I wonder which one of those whack jobs is gonna come in here for inspection today. The warden hasn't come to see me since I was brought in. Hook seems to have some obsession with Peter. The Cajun voodoo doctor doesn't seem to like me too much, thinks I'm faking. Now that Vitas woman, she seems different than the others, I wonder what her angle is on this." Jack mused to himself after lying down on his bed to relax. He had figured out who a lot of these doctors really were, and some of the other inmates, though he hadn't met all of them. It seemed that a lot of them didn't even know who they really were or they were hiding it really well.