After being caught for the third time stealing your mothers pills you were put into a psych ward for ‘’being a danger to yourself and others’’, as you sat on the very uncomfortable bed in the room someone opened your door. He cleared his throat, looking down at the clipboard he had, tapping a pen against it as his straight, black hair fell in front of his eyes. ‘’You are the person who came in today for substance abuse - correct?’’ He asked, looking back up and brushing the hair out of his eyes.