Who: Mark Campbell and
Gen HartWhat: Regrouping, or something like it
Where: Four Winds, Westchester, NY
When: Saturday morning
Apparently New York was going to be hit with severe thunderstorms on Sunday, but Mark already felt a little like he had been stuck in a dark cloud. He was tired, having gotten very little sleep these past few days. Everything was all in order for Justin to be transferred from Mount Sinai up to Four Winds in Westchester. Mark went with him in the patient transport, and Gen followed behind with some of Justin's things to help him feel more comfortable during his stay. Mark had done extensive research into options for treatment facilities, and Four Winds had the most iron clad privacy policy and a family-friendly approach to therapy. That had been what helped ultimately make the choice for Justin to come here.
He was all checked in, and a couple of workers came to his room with him so they could give not only Justin, but Mark and Gen, the lowdown on the facilities. Mark took it all in because he could see Justin wasn't really there. He was there in body and it looked like he was listening, but Mark knew that look in his kid's eyes. A mixture of deep fatigue, strong meds, and traumatic after-effects, Justin didn't didn't have the capacity to absorb any new information right now. He knew where he was, and he knew why he had to come here. He had been compliant and there had been no fight. It was a hopeful start.
It was while the two medical staff were still in the room going through things to expect that Justin went over to the bed. Still in his hoodie and jeans, all he did was kick off his shoes and lie down curled up in a ball on his side. He was asleep before they even finished talking and Mark had asked if they were going to wake him up to poke and prod him. He was relieved when they confirmed they would let him sleep for now, and that Mark and Gen could stay as long as they wanted to. They already had plans to check into a nearby hotel for the duration of Justin's stay, just so they could be nearby for his therapy.
Once they were alone, Mark looked around the room. "It doesn't feel like a hospital. I guess that's something," he murmured and he went over to Justin to see how deeply he was sleeping. He wanted to try to get him out of his clothes and into something more conducive to sleep. He just didn't want to disturb him.
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