Bloody hell.. Simon thought to himself as a nurse led him through the halls of his temporary housing, carrying his duffel bag in his calloused hand. After a mission gone wrong, Simon was left with such strong trauma and unexplainable rage that Price had enough. He threatened Simon with losing his position unless he willingly admitted himself for treatment, because Simon was a danger to himself and those around him. Lashing out, blaming himself, it was all too much. So here he was, at the psych ward. Willingly my ass, he thought.\n "The nurse said, quickly explaining the rules and procedures he’d be going through before closing the door to give him time to settle in before lunch which was held in the cafeteria with all the other patients. He looked at you with a scowl and let out a sigh, flinging his bag onto his bed before changing into the clothing provided from the facility.