I'll Be Your Strength

"Depression medication."

Sorry for the long wait guys. Might post second part of this chapter later :) Wanted to leave it as a cliff hanger. Although it's probably not a good one.

Enjoy :)

"Depression medication"

Chapter 9:

-ORIS POV-

I quickly snapped my phone shut when a shoulder brushed against mine.

Was Nathan there the whole time?

"Shit." I murmered. I bit my lip and followed him, who had put on a sweater in the meantime, out. This time, sitting on the opposite side of the couch. An uncomfortable silence wrapped us, and the boys kept swapping glances. 3 sharp knocks hit the door breaking it.

"Open up, Police Department."

I looked down at my fingers as Tom uneasily stood up and opened the door in confusion.

"Is there a problem officer?" The police brushed past him without answering, and some peremidcs followed soon after with a bed(YOU KNOW THOSE ROLLY THINGYS IDK WHAT THEYRE CALLED SORRY)

He scanned us, in search of scars and blood.

"Whos the one who cut?"

I swiftly let out a "Nathan," loud enough for her to hear, because I didn't want to have to say it again. I could feel him stare at me with daggers. If looks could kill, I'd be well underground. I looked down again, but the officer still hadn't done anything. Seeing he was confused, Siva spared me, and pointed at Nath, "Maroon sweater." I looked back up and could see the room tense. Nathan's jaw was tightened, and he started at a point just behind the police officer. He didn't say anything, and his eyes seemed to glaze over.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to get on the bed.(ONCE AGAIN I APOLOGIZE)"

"Why, the hell, should I get on the bed." Although it was a question, he said it as if a statement.

I jumped at the sound of his voice. What have I done? It was so rough and angry, not like his usual soft and sweet melodic voice.

The officer looked at me, mentally asking if he had anything on him. I subtly shook my head no, and he nodded in reply.

"Sir, stand up."

Nathan became even more sitff, if that was possible. 

He stood up, and the police wrapped his hands behind his back. He didn't handcuff him however, and walked out of the bus, the paramedics following him swiftly.

Shortly later, someone came back and said that 2 people can come with Nath. I bit my lip and looked down at my lap, again. All the boys stoopd up immediately, but Siva and Max sat back down once they saw the other two boys. Jay and Tom left, shutting the door as I buried my face in my hands. Karla escaped to our room. and Siva retreated into his. Max and Ryla stayed for a while, but couldn't find anything to say, and left into Max's room. I sat there, chocking back sobs and wiping tears off my face.

I stood up to get some aspirin for my migraine, but fell down, too weak to even walk. The door opened and Nathan walked in, now only in a short-sleeved shirt and his sweats. He saw me sitting on the couch as tears stream down my face and uneasily cleared his throat.

I glanced up at him, but he just looked away.

"What are you doing here?

"I came to get my pills. Don't worry, I'm going back. You won't have to deal with me anymore."

I was too shocked to reply. Was I that cruel? Was it that stupid of me to call the cops?

He didn't move though, which gave me the idea he wanted me to get the pills for him.

Once I stood, he told me it was in an orange bottle marked Nath 21321.

I nodded, and walked over to the medicine cabinet next to the boy's bathroom. I nearly ransacked the drawers searching for his pills when he finally told me that it was in his room.

I took some aspirin out and held a hand against the wall, closing my eyes. I made my way to his room, and found the pills soon enough.

I walked back out, when I read the label.

Depression medication. 2 times a day. Once every morning and night. 3 refills.