Jazz was on his way to the rec room when someone was on his way and no matter how Jazz watched the situation, he wasn’t thin anough to fit through the door while the guy was standing there. “Hey, lamp-post, you’re blocking the door.”
Adrian turned to the man, glaring at him. "Lamp post? So creative." Though he did accede to the request, and move out of the way to the door, his stare remained on him. Just seeing the faces of the patients threw him in such a rage that he was ready to start another fight again. Another week in solitary probably, but who really cared.













