Summary: The Second season's episode I'm Ok, You Need Work, in my mind left a lot to be desired. So lets go back to the state mental hospital where Hanson was sent and see what happened before Hoffs and Fuller had arrived. Rated R for drugs cursing and abuse.
Officer Hanson grunted involuntarily as his eyes opened and fought to adjust to the bright florescent lights of the ambulance. Everything in his body from his head to his toes felt heavy and weighed down, his mind flooded with jumbled whispers as he blinked slowly and opened his mouth to speak. A feat that proved harder this time then it ever had before.
"Stop..." He breathed out his voice hoarse and soft as he twisted his wrists only slightly to find they were still bound by thick harsh restraints. He wasn't even positive that he actually was speaking when the word finally poured from his lips, it was so distorted by all the drugs that had been forced into his system before he had even left the clinic.
"Cop..." He mumbled low in his throat licking his lips and clearing his throat finally able to make out a face staring down at him through the steep fog clouding over his vision.
It was Mike, one of the brutish orderly's... God how he hated those Jerks they were going to be the first to be arrested when he found a way out of this... If he found a way outta this.
"So we've heard.." The figured growled his overly sized arm reaching around Hanson's small frame as he chuckled in amusement at what he thought to be nothing more than another lie spout from the mouth of a drug addicted teenager.
Tom's lips slipped even deeper into a frown... "..no..." he fought to lift his head from the stale smelling blue blanket as he felt a needle piercing his skin for about the 12th time in what he could only guess to have been three days or so since they had first restrained him to the damn bed.
"Oh I'm sorry officer..." A second voice called to him as tom could hear it slipping further and further away, a defining sneer in his tone. "I guess we might as well just let you go..."
"I-" Tom's words slipped from him and he found no strength left in him to keep his eyes open as his lids unwillingly fell and the darkness became a fearful comfort...
Deep... black... sleep.