"Meg, what do you think?" Miles asked me about a sketch that we wanted to do. I replied quietly and said, "I like the idea, I think we should do it." I saw John look at me skeptically, and he got up from the writer's meeting to go get a cup of coffee. I wasn't in a great mood today since I was in an immense amount of pain because of my leg, and I was sick of being in an air boot. I could at least walk around without crutches now. The meeting finished, and John came back into the room. I saw him talk with Miles and Mike Dicenzo, and Arthur came up to me.
"You okay, Meg?" He asked me caringly. "Yeah," I replied, "I'm just hurting a lot today." I looked down at my leg, and Arthur frowned. "I wish there was something I could do to help." I forcibly smiled and said, "It's okay, Arthur." He smiled and left, and I saw John make a beeline for me. He came up to me and said sympathetically, "Your leg hurts, doesn't it?" I nodded silently, wincing in pain. "Do you want ice or painkillers or anything?" I shook my head. "I tried painkillers already..."
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We did a run through of the show for tonight, and my leg hadn't gotten any better. It was still causing me a lot of pain, and I was laying in the writer's room on one of the couches, trying to relax. A few minutes later, the door opened, and I saw Jimmy walk in.
"Megs, you okay? You haven't seemed yourself today." He sat down next to me, and I replied, "My leg hurts- a lot. I already took painkillers and ice didn't help." Jimmy frowned and began to think. His eyes lit up, and he smiled eagerly. "You know what might actually help?" He asked me, and I shook my head in confusion. "If you can, come watch the show from the writer's seats- maybe the fun of the show will get your mind off of the pain." I smiled and said, "Yeah... That might work." Jimmy got up to leave, but he turned around and said, "Nancy had to stay late at work, and my parents have Winnie today- do you wanna go out to dinner after the show?" I nodded and replied, "That sounds great."
The show taping went smoothly and finished on time, and we all parted ways since it was a Friday night. Jimmy got into his truck and started it, and I got in the passenger side. We started driving out of the city, and one of my favorite songs came on- Geronimo by Shepperd. I began to hum along, but Jimmy turned off the radio. "Why-" Before I forgot to finish, Jimmy interrupted me. "I need to talk to you about something." I knew exactly what was coming next.
"The psych doctor at the hospital performed a psychological checkup on you, and he said that he also saw self harm wound marks on your leg... He said that the psych checkup showed depression and anxiety, but we knew that. What he said that I didn't know was that the self harm wounds were recent." My face flushed, and as Jimmy stopped at a red light, he looked at me. "Meg, why?" I looked down, and I felt Jimmy's hand tilt my chin up towards him. "Megan, I was reading over articles and things to try and understand some of the aspects of depression and anxiety. I read one article that said that sometimes, people self harm because they don't have an outlet for their emotions. Is that something that applies to you?" I took a deep breath and shakily said, "Y-Yeah... When I had volleyball, I was struggling, but I was coping with it... Sports and music help me." Jimmy smiled sincerely and said, "How about this- once that leg gets better, we can try and find a volleyball league for you, and in the meantime, we can have guitar jam sessions again. Would that help?" I looked over at Jimmy with loving eyes and said, "Yeah, I think that would help." Jimmy gently grabbed my hand and held it and said, "I love you, Meg. You can get through this. I'm here for you every step of the way." I leaned over and hugged Jimmy's arm and said, "Jimmy, thank you."
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"No, I got it first!" I yelled, laughing as Jimmy ran towards me and tackled me to the ground. We both laughed as we wrestled for the last chocolate chip cookie in the cupboard. Jimmy snatched the cookie out of my hand, and I pounced on him and tried to get it back. I grabbed hold of the cookie and ripped, and it split in two pieces. Jimmy and I ate our halves, and we laughed. "We're so stupid." I said, and he smiled widely. Suddenly, he engulfed me in a huge bear hug and said, "But I looooove you." I smiled and squeezed Jimmy, and we laughed.
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It was 1am, and I had a huge urge to relapse. I had kept myself at bay for about a half an hour, and I was nearing my breaking point. As I leaned up in my bed, I knew that I had a choice to make, and it was an important one.
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7th Floor West | JF
Fanfiction{A Jimmy Fallon FanFic!} Megan was a fresh graduate from New York University, and she was on the hunt for a full time job. Since she was a Media and Film major at NYU, she's looking to work in the entertainment industry. To her advantage, she has co...
