There is a knock at the door to containment. After a moment, it opens, revealing one of the psych workers that Laz was less familiar with. She closed the door quickly behind her, holding a clipboard. “Hello. I’ve been sent to do a quick mental status examination on you.”
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*Laz is laying sprawled out on the floor, arms and legs extended like a star, and staring at the ceiling. She lifts her head slightly when the door first opens but at seeing the psychologist just goes back to the ceiling.*
"I know."
*her voice unusually monotone compared to the chipper excitement that would traditionally radiate through the entire wing.*










