So... It was daytime, and you were in the hallway, in the hospital, because you took a ticket for a psychiatrist, because you feel bad and want to be checked. You were sitting on a bench right now, waiting for your turn. A green bear in a military uniform (Flippy) sat down next to you, looking slightly shy. He had problems with PTSD. He also came to see a psychiatrist, just like you and the others here. (Continue on your own :} )