Damned.

Jakob sat in the room he shared with Zeke, his brain in panic mode. He hadn't seen Zeke in a while, and he was worried about his young roommate. A nurse knocked on the door and opened it enough to poke her head in.

"Come on, there's group therapy today," she said, not unkindly, but she wasn't as nice as she normally was. He nodded and followed her out of the room. She let the door close behind them and locked it. Jakob's heart pounded in his chest as he hoped desperately that Zeke was already there.

When he walked into the room, he felt his heart lurch as he saw everyone but Zeke staring at him. He sat down in his seat and stared at the ground, panic flooding through him again. A tap on his shoulder startled him out of his thoughts. Dr. De Clerc was standing in front of him, his eyes cold and a look of fake concern on his face.

"Mr. Neilson, is everything all right?" the doctor asked. Jakob nodded and looked away from those cold, uncaring eyes.

"I'm fine, sir. I've just been worried about some things," he mumbled. The doctor stared at him for a moment before turning away.

"I'll set you up with an appointment with Dr. Larouse after this session," he finally replied. Jakob let out a breath and sat back in his chair.

After the session, Jakob was sitting in Dr. Larouse's office, waiting for the man to get in. He turned around slightly as the door opened and the doctor walked in. He started to get to his feet, but the doctor waved his hand, indicating him to stay seated. He eased himself into the chair behind his desk with a heavy sigh and leaned back.

"Well, I heard that you weren't paying attention at the session today," he noted, eying the young man over his glasses. Jakob shook his head, lowering his gaze. "Why is that?"

"I was worried about Zeke. I haven't seen him in a few days, and I'm hoping he hasn't been taken away like the others," he said.

"Zeke will be spending some time in solitary isolation. As you know, he's a little... violent. He attacked a nurse, and we're keeping him in isolation until he... recovers." The words sent a shiver down Jakob's spine. "Is there anything else going on?" Jakob remained silent for a minute before sighing.

"I've been having trouble sleeping lately. I've been having a lot of nightmares, and I've also noticed an increase in my flashbacks," he said, turning his head away to hide the tears budding in his eyes. He felt like he'd never be able to get better.

"I'll increase the amount of the medicine we've been giving you. If that still doesn't work, let me know." Jakob nodded, standing up.

"Thank you, doctor. I'd like to go back to my room now," he said softly, pacing anxiously. The doctor nodded, calling for a nurse. When she arrived, Jakob followed her, not hearing or seeing her. His body was there, but he was in Afghanistan, being shot down and chased by insurgents.

"Mr. Neilson!" the nurse called, jolting him out of his flashback. "I'll give you your medicine now." She handed him the pills and he went into the room, sitting on his bed. As the nurse closed the door, he wondered if "solitary isolation" meant they had killed Zeke and, if that was the case, how he and the others would get out.