"Okay, guess who's going home?" The doctor came in, carrying Emmett's file.
"Me," Emmett chirped, smiling widely.
"You bet right, buddy," the doctor smiled warmly at him. Doctor Connor understood Emmett immediately. About how he had Little potential and his personality in general and he's been supportive of that. He also knows about the Agcg community. "You've been doing really amazing, Emmett. You're recovering fast and I thought why not let you go home? You know. You do have all the support you need, after all," he eyed me. Emmett smiled shyly, eyeing me sideways.
"I don't really like this place," Emmett admitted.
"Oh come on. It's not that bad," the doctor said sheepishly. "Okay, so I'm going to write a prescription for you. You have to promise you'll take your medication when it's
