Kyle: CrayonsMature

Apparently being a grumpy bitch doesn’t get you let out of the crazy house any quicker. Neither does worrying about your boyfriend or your job. I know I’ve had some issues in the past, guys, but really? I managed well enough on my own, I don’t need you to sort it out for me. They weren’t convinced, though, and insisted on keeping me in “for observation”.

 

“Okay, Kyle, let’s try this differently” the fifth doctor I’d seen that week sighed. “It says here you went to see a Dr Campbell in the hospital. Would you feel more comfortable talking to him?”

I almost felt kind of bad for giving this doc the cold shoulder. From what I’d heard, she was new and most of the other patients had made it pretty much their duty to be a bitch to her. I got the impression most of them didn’t like new doctors. Or nurses. There’d been a biting incident since I’d gotten here just because the kid involved didn’t know the nurse’s name. Remind me why I’m in here, again?

“Work with me here, Kyle”

I kept silent. I didn’t like her voice. That cold, sterile voice all doctors put on. Is it s’posed to make you feel secure or something? I don’t know but it weirds me out. I guess talking to Campbell wouldn’t be so bad. I mean, maybe he might be able to convince them that I don’t actually need to be in here and that I was doing just fine on my own. I nodded slightly and the doc woman heaved a sigh of relief.

“I’ll get him here as soon as I can”

 

“Kyle. How did you end up in here?”

I looked up from my seat at the sound of Campbell’s voice, catching the slight look of surprise on his face.

“Mom thinks I need to be in here” I said sulkily.

“And what’s made her think that?”

“Well, I kinda became a whore. And maybe took some drugs. Possibly” Yes, I am dodging the question but at least I’m speaking, right?

He frowned, obviously thinking about something. You take your time, there. Actually, do take your time, it’s not like I have anything else to do except stare out of windows like the other crazies. Y’know what? That might not be helping in proving that I’m sane.

“D’you mind me asking how Damien is? I don’t mean to be so unprofessional, it’s just hard to not get attached to a guy like that after spending several years keeping him from totally losing the plot” he said with a slight smile.

“Last time I spoke to him I was pretty much begging him to call an ambulance so I guess it depends on whether it got there in time”

He nodded. “Thank you. I can find out how he’s doing, then, if you know where he is. If you want me to, that is”

“Of course I do. I guess I’m in the right place if it turns out he’s dead, huh?” I said, chuckling slightly. Don’t you fucking dare be dead, Damien, or I swear I’ll kill you. Wait...

He smiled a little. “I’ll let you know as soon as I can. In the meantime, I’m assuming I’ve been called out here because you want a transfer to the hospital?”

I shook my head. “You’ve been called out here because I’m refusing to speak to any of the others since, y’know, I’m not mad”

“I can see that for myself, Kyle” he chuckled.

“Well would it get me home quicker? The sooner I can get back to Damien, the better”

“I’ll see what I can do, but they’re pretty overzealous here. They’ll probably want to keep you a few more days”

“Fuck’s sake” I groaned. “It’s so boring here”

“Like I said, I’ll do what I can to transfer you as quickly as possible, and hopefully let you know how Damien is either later today or tomorrow, if you let me know where he is”

“I don’t know what the hospital’s called but we moved to Riverview”

He nodded again. “Anything else I can do for you?”

I shook my head. Unless he fancied bringing me something to entertain myself with. Jeez, I’d be happy with a fucking colouring book and some crayons. Actually...

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