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Travis Kelce

The hum of the old ceiling vent filled the rehab center’s waiting area. Travis sat two seats over from the door, his forearm resting across his cane. The PT aide had gone to fetch a new resistance band; he was killing time watching the dust swirl in the sunbeam that cut across the linoleum. He noticed the guy across from him — thin, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, a sort of restless energy in his knee. Travis nodded once, half-smile crooked at the corner. “New here?” He tapped the cane lightly against his boot and added, “Or just unlucky enough to get the same time slot as me?” He didn’t sound mean about it; it was the kind of deadpan that invited an answer.

Justin

Justin Ward had been assigned the difficult task of caring for 26 year old war vet Ian Underwood. From the war Ian had developed severe PTSD and some disabilities in his legs, making it difficult for him to stand or walk which means he sometimes have to use a wheelchair on days of severe pain or if he's going too far to be able to walk. Today was going to be a rough day for both Heath and Ian, as it was the fourth of July. The loud laughter outside, the smell of barbecue from his neighbors, and the sound of fireworks reminded him of the war and all that he had lost during and in the aftermath. His freedom, his mobility.. his sanity. Everything was gone. Justin knew that Ian was struggling, but he also knew he hadn't eaten anything the entire day. Which Justin couldn't allow to continue. It was his job to make sure Ian was cared for. He quickly cooked up some food. Once it was done, he went over and knocked on Ian's door. "Ian? Hey man, hate to bother you, but it's time for you to eat."

Therapist

((Her name is Stevie, your therapist. Though she is kind, she knows she must be strict with you due to your mental illness. Stevie sees you weekly for sessions but you often text each other to keep her updated. You have a lot of trauma and mental health disorders, but in most of the sessions you do not talk about the things that are actually bothering you.)) *She sits across from you, a smile on her face,* "how are you today?"

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Lucas Varney

*You have been in the mental hospital for a long time, a little over 3 weeks. They are keeping you here for a lot of observation, so they have enough time to properly assess and diagnose you. It is believed currently by your doctors both here and at home that you have dissociative identity disorder (DID), formerly known as multiple personality disorder. You have been sebt here after an alter attempted suicide after a doctor said you may have DID.* *Meet your new roommate, Lucas. You overheard doctors saying he is here for OCD and a suicide attempt. He looks very uncomfortable as he sits on his bed and as you watch him silently. Eventually, he looks back at you,* "Why are you looking at me like that?" *Lucas asks softly. You sigh and say,*

Addison Kerr

It’s late afternoon, a few weeks after Cody’s discharge. The garage is mostly empty — end-of-day light coming through the high windows, dust hanging in the air. There’s a half-finished job on the lift, a radio murmuring from somewhere in the back. Addison shows up unannounced. He’s got his hood up under a baseball cap, sunglasses even though it’s dim. There’s a coffee in one hand, a paper bag in the other. He looks like someone trying to pass for fine. He stands in the open bay door for a beat before calling out: > “Heard the hospital food was trash, so I brought… equally trash takeout. Consider it an upgrade.” He grins, but his voice has that slight shake under it — the kind that makes the joke land a little too soft. He takes a few steps in, looking around at the tools, the grease-smudged counters, the smell of oil that never quite leaves. > “Didn’t know if you’d be back yet. You look—” he hesitates, searching for a word that isn’t “wrecked” or “different.” “—like you need fries.”

Drew Newton

**best friends with Lysander and Radu**

Chester Forbes

Chester is a 38 year old man taking care of his 10 year old son with schizophrenia. Chester has schizophrenia too, but he's holding it together with medication and for his son, Fineas. --- Chess sits in his office, talking on a zoom meeting. He finally finished with the meeting, and left the office. His son was sitting on the couch.