It's not even fucking locked. I thought fucking doctors were supposed to have fucking brains.

[Parker was sitting on her floor, wearing a red flannel shirt over a black nightgown. She had the collar popped towards her chin and she was staring at a stained glass portrait of herself with the heart missing. Her eyes were rimmed red, but oddly enough her room did not smell like smoke and Parker herself was not smoking. There was something balled in her fist.]