There's nowhere else to go. No window. No means to climbing, clawing his way out. With no guarantee that he can, he can't risk trying to make a break for it, raising a ruckus. He'll end up fucking - straitjacketed and sealed in some solitary confinement, for the safety of himself and others, so he isn't a danger to anyone. Violent episodes, right?

Right.

He curls in the corner. It's an easy instinct to resurrect. Where else is he going to go? Where else could he go? Head ducking, burying his face into the peaks of his knees drawn up to his chest. Just wait it out. Wait it out. It'll be over. It can't last forever. It can't last forever.

He doesn't have his prescription in here. How long is it going to last.

When there's the quiet tin-rattle of knuckles tapping against the door, the breathy whisper of someone calling his name, a spurt of adrenaline bolts into his system. Shit. He's already started hearing things, hasn't he? Already started bending beneath the weight of this kind of environment, needling away at his brain, peeling away what remains of his sanity. Jay can't have gotten out of the clutches of that doctor - not with how determined the latter was to get him away from Tim. There's no other possibility. Even if he did escape -

If he did escape, what would he be doing here?

He clamps both hands over his head and squeezes his eyes shut.

It isn't real. Don't let it be real.