Tanner left the patient and found his way to his office, he went into the small bathroom and washed his face. He combed his hair which just decided to spray all over the place no matter what he did. He leaned on the sink and closed his eyes for a moment. He used that silence to remind himself of why he was killing himself to help those who were here. The guilt swept over him as the story of his past marched over his brain. He felt the sting of tears and the sense of loss, it took several minutes to gain his composure. He rinsed and dried off his face again, before peering into the small mirror set in the wall. He had not changed much since that time. He still wore his hair the same, had the same clothes.
A knock brought him out of his own dark thoughts and he stepped into the main office. "Yes?"
"Henry is in the craft room," the nurse said. "Are you going in?"
"Yea," he answered tossing the paper towels in the trash can. "I just need to put a few notes in a file first."
Once he was done with that, he made his way to the craft room. He smiled at Henry and wandered toward him. "How are things? Anything new you want to talk about?"