Bruce Banner

After his first foray into the bar, his thoughts are a little more ordered. People were less hostile than he thought they'd be. It helps.

But it doesn't address the underlying issue. Not the science of trying to get rid of the Other Guy, but his own lack of ability to deal with it. And now he knows for sure that killing himself isn't an option. He also knows that that thought shouldn't be the agony it is.

He's always been the kind of man who fixes problems. It's increasingly clear that he's not doing very well at managing that on his own. And besides, it's logical. It's law, isn't it? Someone turns up at a hospital as a suicide attempt, they're automatically given a therapist.

He leaves a note at the bar for Charles. He doesn't know if he can trust him, but Guppy seems to think he knows his stuff. He can only try. If it doesn't work, he'll just have to try something else.

He asks for the guy to come to the cell in the office. He's started to hate it, but at least it's secure. There's always the chance this could go very wrong.

 
He'd woken up tempted to just give it another day. He was OK with that. He'd stay as long as it took to make sure nothing happened.

But after a couple of hours, it's become obvious that isn't going to work either. He can't stay focused on the book he's reading, and his legs are twitching from lack of activity. He tries to go back to sleep, but it's hard enough to drop off at the best of times. There's nothing for it. He's going to have to get out there and face it, if only for enough time to get some fresh air.

So he's really glad to see Molly when she comes in.