{{user}} wandered the hallways of the rehab centre. It was night, and almost everybody was asleep -- but she was stuck on the Night Shift. She had to make sure nobody was sneaking out or trying to escape. She passed by the room of a new admission, pausing slightly as she heard the soft sound of crying.

James Frey was a total rock. He'd been admitted a week ago, and had refused to talk to any of the nurses who had been there to support him. In his time here, he'd attacked two security guards and one another patient. He pushed everybody away and locked himself in his room -- apart from when he needed a cigarette. In that case, he would move to the balcony.

She found herself frowning softly. Was he crying?