Hope sobbed once more as she rounded the corner, stopping dead in her tracks as her eyes laid upon Clair. She clammed up and stopped her sobs, tears streaming down her face silently. She couldn't let Clair see her like this. With fists clenched, she took a seat on the bed she was led to, taking deep breaths. "I'd like to see my case worker, please. Mr. Rhodes." She said this in a quiet tone. The nurse was walking away to go and make the page, when Hope spoke up again, adding bitterly, "I'd also like to know how much effort Open Roads is willing to spare for a lost cause." 
Hope looked down at her bruised wrists pulling her sleeves over her hands. She closed her eyes and felt tears fall from her lashes. She calso felt the stare of Clair and the one she had been talking to when Hope had walked in. She felt the sting embarrassment and failure. Hadn't she tried to be a good role model for Clair despite her own problems? How had she been so pathetic as to walk through these halls crying like a child? Hope rubbed her face with one of her sleeves.