Julius Walters was kid that hated hospitals. He hated hospitals with a passion, but because of the accident that he had earlier he was sitting in the St. Mary’s Hospital waiting to be looked at. They bought him into the hospital and sat him down in a room to begin the normal testing. The doctor left the room and J.W picked up the stethoscope to look at it. He had walked into the hospital and looked so excited. It was the day that his mother finally got out of surgery. The nurses in the hospital wouldn’t let him stay overnight, with his mom. He bought flowers and candy for her hoping that it would make her feel better. “I wonder if my mom is as happy to see me as I am to see her.” He walked up to the reception desk and asked what room his mother could be found in. The nurse looked at him with sorrow in her eyes “how do I tell him what happened last night, I thought the doctor said that they took care of this.
It was a frantic night at the hospital while patients rang the assistance bell, the nurses and doctors tried to control a boy that was kicking the people that were trying to get him to stay in his straight jacket. Julius Walters, age 17, was stuck in this hospital because he teased positive to mental retaliation, he was tired of this. Julius hated this hospital for what it did to him, it made him think he was crazy, he wanted to get out right there and then. J.W came up with a plan, “I’m going to escape whether they think I will or not.” Kicking and screaming was his plan in this desperate attempt to get out. Frantically he kicked and screamed, he was done being confined, all of this trouble because of the way he answered certain questions, “It’s the system that’s messed up not me.”
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