I asked if I could go to the hospital. You said no.
And then I saw the email.
You're going to have me locked up? Put away? Against my will?
Yes. I can't do this any more. You're a liability.
Don't let them lock me up, please? Please don't do this to me?
Its too late. How do you want to go? A cab, an ambulance or a body bag. I'll take you. But you're going. You're outa here. And there is some tribunal, they'll decide when you get out. Look it's not my problem anymore.
But you were the one who would never hurt me???
That's why Im doing this. Pack your bag Beautiful Girl. Or don't. I don't care. But you are out of here, tonight.
Please please please don't have me locked up.
It's too late. Im sorry. If you can convince them you're sane then they will let you out. But I really doubt it. What do you have to go out to anyway?
You?
No Beautiful Girl, not any more. I'm sorry.
Ok Angel. I understand.
