Pyromania|Separation anxiety disorder|Night terror|Level 3
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Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ
Wɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴀʀ sᴛᴀɪɴs ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs
Fʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs sʜᴇ's ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ
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Stress filled her body. Should have stayed inside her room. Where she didn't have to worry about things like this. She didn't have to have these memories imprinted into her mind. She didn't have to think about the day two guys had a melt down and fought each other, she knew ti was probably bound to happen. But she didn't want to be known as the snitch, so she wasn't going to run and tell a nurse, besides, she might be yelled at, since not all nurses were nice here, even if they said they were, in most cases, they weren't. Though most of the fear was released from her body when Dylan stopped, well mostly. He wasn't really being rude, not in a fist fight type of way. She wasn't sure how he could go from so mad to this, but she wasn't going to ask. Warren chewed her bottom lip, Dylan was probably here for anger issues, that was probably it.