Guy Ward Dormitory 

This is one of the many dormitories in the old hospital.  On this ward most patients were no threat to themselves or others and could look after themselves despite being routinely drugged. There was only one nurse on duty for the whole ward. Some patients were merely dumped there by relatives who could not be bothered with them, some patients were more disturbed. In this picture a patient is sitting on his bed holding a mirror. He sees traces of his mother in his reflection, and screams at her blaming and condemning her for his incarceration. When the reflection appears to scream back simultaneously, the poor fellow tries to out scream the reflection, sometimes for hours on end.  To add to his torment this fellow has become addicted to over the counter asthma pills and finances his habit by stealing money off the other patients after they are paid for their Industrial therapy work. Late at night his shadowy form would search the pockets of the patient’s clothes as they slept. The staff knew about this but the doctor said nothing can be done for  the fellow is believed to be a kleptomaniac. 
After putting up with his ranting for a couple of years the fellow in the next bed, the hospital shop store man, seldom visited by relatives, was driven to jump out of the dormitory window. 
One fellow in the picture is smoking a cigarette. He suffers from paranoia and is constantly accusing everyone he talks to of being plainclothes policemen.
‘Do you think he’s plainclothes ?’ He asks another patient as a third leaves the room even though he has known both for years. Strangers are invariably pronounced plainclothes until they prove themselves otherwise. He interrogates new admissions to the ward until he is satisfied they are not plainclothes to the amusement of the other patients. Another patient is going to the washroom to make tea. On the wards the kitchens were kept locked except at tea and meal times. Patients who wanted tea outside of hours would have to use the hot water taps in the washroom. The water from these taps was never boiling, to prevent scalding. The tea, even when made with powdered milk was cloudy and warm at best.   
The fellow in the foreground paints small still life pictures in oils in the art therapy department. The nurse had put his paintings on the wall of the day room only for another patient to destroy them in a fit of jealousy.