The nurses had grabbed him as he'd walked into the Sun Room, telling him that no, he couldn't go and sit in there just now because he needed to have a nice talk with his therapist who would help him to get better and wouldn't that be nice? Allelujah vehemently disagreed. Reasoning hadn't worked and had eventually ended up with a threat of sedation if he kept acting out and him being practically dragged to the therapy room by an orderly. Only the fact that being sedated would drastically inhibit his ability to fight against the doctor kept Hallelujah and his own anger from surfacing, but it was a close run thing.

Doctors. They were never good. Meetings with them had never boded well at the facility and he knew that they tortured and experimented on people here. But he wouldn't let it happen again! He'd kill if he had to.

The door shut behind him once he was shoved into the room and he eyed the other man, most likely the doctor, with deep suspicion, not moving any closer.

We should...

Not now. The nurses are probably just outside.