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Tommy was never a perfect kid.
He liked to consider himself decent, the biggest man to ever live, trying to stay out of trouble (unsuccessfully so) and keep his emotions in check, as strong as they could be sometimes.
He had tons of friends and was told often that he was the source of awesome fun times and jokes for everyone, despite what his parents told him.
And yet- here he was, in the waiting room of a Psychiatric Hospital getting admitted indefinitely by his foster parents after the… incident.
This place was so unnecessarily clean, and kind of looked like it was the base for a clean freak cult with.. a lot of children?- which was weird considering this was the teen ward.
The incident in itself really wasn't that bad, pfft- he had done this so many times!! It's not exactly HIS fault that this time someone actually found out and noticed. He- admittedly, did kind of go a tad over the line that he usually keeps at, but hey, it's only human to make mistakes huh?.
—”-Tam?.. TAMMI. ugh-”
he snapped out of his little spiral of thoughts and realised his (current) mum talking to him.
-”huh?- OH. yeah- what's up?” he replied, turning his head towards her while absentmindedly caressing his plush cow he kept inside his backpack ever since he was a kid.
_”... Tam, we were just telling the nurse about your uh- medical history- and we realised we didn't actually get much information in your file or what the social worker told us about that, so we thought it would be better to ask you.” his foster father cut in.
His medical history??? He started laughing near-hysterically for a few seconds, until he noticed that no one else was laughing with him, and the nurse actually seemed more.. on edge. They weren’t being serious were they?
… huh. Apparently they were.
He cleared his throat –”uh- i.. don't have one?” he said, making his new foster parents turn to him in silent questioning.
—“Look, I’m a foster kid who had addict parents and has been through god knows how many houses ever since, most of which have been nowhere near nice to me,-”
—“TAMMI.” his mother interrupted as he kept talking over her the entire time.
“-and you think i have a recorded medical history?- you'll be lucky if you find a single doctor’s visit in there.” He pointed and kept giggling in disbelief under his breath as the nurse skimmed through the pages in his file, which was admittedly, near empty.
-”huh- i see…” the nurse put her glasses on top of her head and smiled insincerely at tommy. “thats fine. we’ll just have to start one now.”
His (foster) parents sighed in frustration, his father looking down at his watch as he bounced his leg in impatience. After noticing this, the nurse shook her head quickly and reassured them, – “oh no no, don’t you worry, she will be taken in by a resident doctor and a psychiatrist during the compulsory 72-hour hold she will be put in for psychiatric evaluation and supervision. After that she will be taken to the teen ward, which is right behind me, and stay for at least 3 months before re-evaluation, as requested by the ER psychiatric team because of today’s situation and the potential to further harm to herself or others.”
His parents rushed her to the end of her speech and started gathering their things, clearly eager to go back to their infinitely better (and biological) daughter Clementine.
- “yeah yeah is that it?”
—”Uh- yeah I just need you to fill in her personal information and I can sign her into the involuntary psych hold.”
The nurse handed them a piece of paper and his foster father started filling in everything, having to ask Tommy pretty much all the basic information that they should both know considering they were fostering him.
-”Full name?” shit.
—”... Theseus Danger Craft The Seventh.”
-”Tammi. Be serious please.”
—”.. fine. Tammika Danielle Craft..”
-”Age?”
—”you don't even-? - ugh, whatever. 16.”
He handed back the document to the nurse without a single care and turned around to leave as the nurse got up to escort Tommy to the hospital room or office the initial psychiatric evaluation would take place. He was already dreading every second of this.
-”I’m going to need you to go in the bathroom and change into this robe, then hand me all your clothes and your belongings to make sure you're not taking in anything potentially harmful.”
the fuck is this place.
•••
—”Take a seat in there and Dr. Puffy will be right in for your evaluation.”
They had taken all his things. Even his cow Henry. They said it was “protocol” and they had to make sure he wasn't “bringing in anything dangerous” like he'd ever actually considered hurting someone that wasn't himself. Well- at least not seriously.
He sat in the fancy looking brown leather chair on one side of a desk, which was clearly meant for the patients, while waiting for this so called Doctor Pussy to arrive and ask him all the same questions the nurse had but with a more authoritative tone, and probably tell him he was a hopeless lost case and would have to stay inpatient for the rest of his life (which actually kind of sounded better than having to be house-hopping every few months. not like he had any liberties there either.)
After a few minutes, a young woman, maybe in her late 30s, with white and brown fluffy hair and a medical coat walked into the room, reading what Tommy assumed was the file his parents had to write in the ER about everything that was wrong with “her” and why they wanted him admitted.
—”So, Tamika is it? Hi! I’m Doctor Puffy, and I’m gonna be your assigned psychiatrist while you're staying here!”
She extended her hand at him with a warm smile, prompting a handshake (which tommy of course returned, though suspiciously)
-”Uh- actually its Tommy if you don't mind..” He looked away as he shook her hand and hoped this wasn't one of those sick transphobic hospitals where they saw it as a mental disorder.
“Tommy it is! Welcome. So, I read your file, but I would like to hear your version of everything that happened that eventually led you to end up here with me.”
She said this as she walked over to the opposite side of the desk, taking a seat on the chair placed there and setting down the file she was holding.
“Huh.. that's a first. Well, you see. I am of course the biggest man ever, yeah? That's important to understand for context. However, I have unfortunately become one of god’s greatest soldiers EVER, and have been tasked with the greatest challenges, if being severely depressed and traumatised while jumping through foster homes because of drug addict parents is considered great challenges, which i think they are. So, after so many years y'know- you get used to some things and block it out, all normal so far, innit? so yeah i guess this was my coping mechanism but i finally got noticed for it because i didn't clean the bathroom correctly miss pussy, and thats why im here now”
He said as he gestured to his very thoroughly bandaged forearms and thighs, while holding a big sarcastic smile at her.
She laughed under her breath at the nickname and nodded. —”uh- it's actually Puffy, but yes, I understand, now, you mentioned you go by Tommy, correct?”
He nodded eagerly in response. -“Nice name kid.”
–”Thanks, picked it myself.”
-”I see. So, am I correct in assuming that you're transgender, Tommy?” She wrote some more things down in what was maybe a list of everything that was wrong with him or- something like that.
—”That would be correct, also a reason why I’m here I believe. Won't accept myself as I am, they say, as if that's not exactly what I've been trying to do by being a boy.”
He rolled his eyes and fidgeted with the ugly ass robe they put him in before switching to the back of his choppy self-cut hair and avoiding Puffy’s eye contact as much as possible.
This place was going to be hell, wasn't it?