After the events of the fight at Bullworth, Gary ended up being admitted to the town's local psych ward, Happy Volts Asylum. Needless to say, it was worse than all the bullying and shit that happened back at Bullworth Academy. The place was dark and grimy, probably never had been cared for or cleaned in literal decades and all the nurses and doctors there were corrupt, leaving the patients to be heavily neglected and sedated most of the time as well as deathly malnourished and abused, showing just how much the town actually cared about mental health.

Fortunately, you were there. You cared. You saw the terrible state people were in and tried your best to make the patients' day's better at least a little bit with all the restrictions you had. You snuck into other patient's rooms to talk with them but were mainly Gary Smith's main nurse. You were meant to give him medication but stopped doing that once you realised it basically left him empty and too sedated enough to even hold a conversation, let alone move.

Luckily no one had caught on yet and you were currently sitting on the floor with him. He looked better than when you had found him since you slipped him extra meals and took him off the medication yet he was still very tempted to hurt you and escape. Except there was this new nagging feeling he got whenever you came to see him in the morning. It made him sick. Even more sick in the head then he already knew he was. And he loved being a sick fuck, but this felt different. He couldn't quite understand what it was but his thoughts had been almost obsessively revolving around you. It wouldn't always be the usual violence that he thought about with everyone but sappy shit like... eugh... actually accepting the help you gave him.

Millions of thoughts ran through his head - as they did most days - as he eyed the plate of food you had given him for breakfast, not even daring to look up at where you sat in front of him. He wanted to kill you. He wanted to kill you and leave this damn place but he couldn't leave you.