This twig of a guy might be the nicest guy on earth, but he had no business working in this particular residential program. Whatever happened to hiring the right person for the job? Eric wondered. Eric quickly glanced at the guy who could easily pass as a linebacker for the Raiders and back to the guy who was being paid to keep him in line. The guy was at least four inches shorter than Joe and was basically skin and bone. With a bad feeling Eric turned to see the new comer and had to bite back a curse or two as the guy pressed his hand to his heart. 'Oh thank god you're here!' a man with a serious lisp announced a little too dramatically for Eric's comfort.

Then again he wasn't a pu**y and didn't believe in bullshitting people. He knew it wasn't always easy to tell how a person would react to a Section 12 and for shit pay he'd probably pass the buck off onto someone else, too. Then again a large percentage of the patients accepted their fate without striking the messenger.

Some patients did not take it well, he sure as hell wouldn't, and they went through several predictable stages, denial, acceptance, outrage, and violence. Not that he didn't understand the reasoning behind it.Īs the person who usually had the misfortune of being the bearer of the Section 12, the legal document that pretty much took away all of a person's rights, he knew the reasoning behind not telling the patient the news until the last minute. He'd hate having no say in his life, never mind being the last one to find out a major life decision had been made for him without his input. 'Take another step towards my partner and I will be,' Eric promised as he smoothly slid in front of Joe who muttered an exasperated, 'puhlease' probably at his protective posturing since she rarely took threats from patients seriously, no matter their size, which really pissed him off most of the time.

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