Achoo!

"a... Aaa..."
The walls began to shake and a tall, gaunt man began to sniffle at the end of one of the few wings of the Dharma Home for The Telekinetically Challenged.
The green soot covered wall paper began to peel and fly around the room. A vicious tornado began to form and object seemed to move violently around and around of their own free will.
"AAA..."
He looked over at the desk, sniffled and screamed, "i wish this room damn room wasn't so damn dusty" through a large metal door and sniffles in between.
"AAAAAAA..."
The man jerked his head down as if trying to keep himself from sneezing and a desk crushed into the concrete floor as pieces of wood leaped into the air and joined the swirling mess of wall paper and a few lamps; all of the mess, in pieces, and still violently circling, in the air.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
The moment before it exploded, the ward was exceptionally quiet, then for the average person the last thing that they might have heard was "CHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
From a distance, he swore he could hear the other patients (those who had learned to control their innate telekinetic minds, no doubt) floating gently back to the hospital as the hospital warden sat in front of him, at a desk, writing, and surrounded by a few telekinetic nurses blocking debris.
He looked up for a moment and then back down.
"Gesundheit... again... Mr. pepper," he said, "Here are your transfer papers. I hope you have enjoyed your stay, I cannot say the same for myself or my thrice destroyed hospital."