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Dante pondered for a moment. Neither the nurse nor the doctors had told him that he was scheduled for anything. "Not that I know of. I'm not sure about the visiting hours, so come in a little while." Dante checked his file and saw that he had a mandatory group therapy in a couple of minutes. "Listen. I gotta go to some group sesh. I'll see ya after a while." Dante hurriedly hung up the phone and jogged down the hallway to the room. He slowly came to a halt as he entered the small room with chairs in a circle. The meeting director looked up and shifted his glasses to the lower bridge of his nose. "Nice of you to join us Mr. Reynolds. We were worried you wouldn't show. Here take a seat." the man said as he pointed to the one across from him and next to a woman who's mind seemed to be other places by the expression on his face. Dante went over to the chair and sat down next to the girl. He looked at her and told her his name but it didn't seem to catch her attention. "There will be time for introductions Mr. Reynolds. For now just listen." Dante had a feeling that this man was not to be messed with because of the tone in his voice...and the walkie-talkie next to him didn't help either.

The middle-age gentleman, who was maybe three times the age of Dante, in began to talk once again, this time his glasses were father back on his nose, as he read parts of the file in his hands. His peppered hair fell back into place as he ran his hand threw it. The man seemed to be somewhat of neat freak because he had to fix everything on his person, including his barely wrinkled button up shirt, before he continued with anything. He flipped page after page, his finger following lines of words on each one, as he carefully searched for what he was looking for. After he turned to the last page, the middle-aged man had an 'ah-ha' moment jump across his face. He cleared his throat and took out the paper.

"My name is Trevor. I'm the psychologist here Irwin Springs Rehabilitation Center. We're going to start this session out with introductions." the man pointed to the person on his right.
Wade. Heroin; Yusef. Meth; Robert. Self-harm; Charles. Cocaine; Brooke. Crack; Victor. Pills; Carley. Sex Dante watched each one state their name and addiction as if it were some kind of synchronized system. Each one of the group members stared at him wondering why he was there. Dante could tell he was the youngest one there, some looked a few years older and others looked plenty of years older, and Dante's voice cracked as he began to speak.

"I don't have an addiction." Dante began to protest.
"That's not what you're file says." Trevor crossed his arms.
"Well it's wrong." Dante shouted.
"Dante do I need security?" he grabbed the walkie.
"No." Dante lowered his voice.
"Then cooperate." Trevor placed it back on the chair.
"I'm a level five, what ever the hell that means." The girl next to him scooted away from him and the others looked shocked.
"I thought there were only four levels." the meth addict said out loud.
"There are. Level five is the worst. Dante here is only the second person to get it besides his brother." Trevor wrote something down. "Continue Dante."
"They say I have an sever alcohol problem. That I'm violent, have a temper and behavioral problems. And I'm unstable." Dante looked at the psychologist. "And I'm done with this treatment crap for the day." Dante stood up and began walking towards the door.
"Mr. Reynolds don't do this." Trevor started to call for security.
"I said I was done." Dante didn't look back.
"You'll face the security measures. You're resisting treatment Dante." Trevor shouted.
Dante stopped for a moment. "And you're point is?"
"You were forced to come here. You can't just do what you want. You have to follow the rules or you will face repercussions

Dante shrugged his shoulders and walked out the door. As he took two steps out of the frame in the wall, a security guard smaller than Dante came running down the hallway. "Just do what the doctor wants." the man said as he rolled up his sleeves. Dante continued to walk towards his room before he was thrown to the ground. "All you had to do was cooperate!" the man shouted as he wrestled around with Dante. Dante began to squirm, trying to get the man off his back and rolled over, causing the floor to knock him off. The other members looked out the door in shock. Dante started to get up but the guard knocked him over again. Foot steps could be heard running down the hall and doctors could be heard yelling. Dante pushed the man to the ground and got on top of him, hitting him three times, before another larger guard tackled him. The large man, whom he met when he arrived, held him still as a few doctors yelled something about a shot. "Give him the shot! Give him the shot!" could be heard as Dante felt a needle puncture his skin. He started to squirm, his legs coming up to his chest flinging in the air, and he kicked a doctor in the face. A few seconds later blackness began to come and go and he became less active. His body went limp and a haze began to fill his eyes as he went to the ground and faded into darkness.