InSaNiTy

Chapter 4

The next morning, Toby awakens and groans quietly, having difficulty opening his eyes. He does eventually and looks around lazily, seeing nobody there. Did his family leave him? They must have gotten tired and left. Toby sighs softly and slowly sits up, placing a hand over the bandages wrapped around his chest and slim waist. A nurse walks in and smiles sweetly at him.

"Hey Toby. How are you feeling?" She asks and checks over him carefully, checking his vitals and such. "Terrible. When can I leave?" He asks. "Give us one more day to see how you react to the psychotic medicine we gave you." Wait. Psychotic? He wasn't a psycho! He was far from it! "I'm not a psycho!" He growls out angrily and twitches. "I know, hun. The doctor said he wanted you on it." "IS HE STUPID!?" The nurse was taken aback and she quickly left the room.

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The next day, Toby was able to go home. His father picks him up from the hospital and drives back home. Toby remains silent for the whole ride it his father tries and talk to him. "Going to that fight was stupid, Toby. He could have killed you. I know you can't feel pain and you think you're tough but you're not. You really aren't. Sorry to burst your bubble. You're extremely underweight and you can't fight in general. Your tics don't let you." Toby growls loudly, warning his father to shut his mouth and keep quiet. "Alright fine. I was just warning you." He said and after that, kept quiet.

Pulling into the driveway, Toby quickly opens the door and gets out, closing the door behind him. He rushes into the house and immediately goes up into his room, locking the door behind him. His father sighs loudly and goes to the living room, flopping onto the couch beside Toby's mother. "I can't win with that boy." He said. She chuckled and shrugged her shoulders lightly. "That's Toby for you, honey. You should know that by now." She said. Lyra chimed in after. "He's like me. Stubborn and can't fight worth shit." "Language, Lyra." Lyra huffed loudly. "I'm seventeen, mom. I can say what I want." She said and went up to her room.

Meanwhile, Toby was in HIS room, saying random stuff out loud and twitching away. Stupid Tourettes. He wished he didn't have it. It embarrassed him greatly, and it got him into stuff like fights. Oh well. This will always be a part of him. It was a syndrome. It couldn't be cured. He just needs to live with it.