Just Hold Me (Sidney Crosby) EDITING THEN CONTINUING

Chapter 38 - That's What's It's Like

"Well, we've come to a diagnosis."

Oh, boy.

"Anxiety. For sure. Your heartrate. Woah. Most people would've been dead."

"Oh my god." Sidney says, placing his head in his hands. He looks up after the doctor speaks again.

"We've seen symptoms of bipolar disorder. And since you do have a previous diagnosis with Severe Depression, it is required we prescribe you something."

I just stared at him.

"Are you fucking serious?" I hear myself say.

Sidney's head snaps toward me.

"It's okay." He says, holding my hand.

I don't say anything else, but my face speaks for itself.

I am pissed..off.

"We've already written down the names of the pills and they've already been sent over to the pharmacy to be picked up.."

I glare at him.

"You should probably start as soon as tomorrow to get everything regulated. Side effects may be drowsiness, anxiousness, uncontrollable emotions basically."

"I'm already at that stage. Meds won't help."

"Shh. Shh. Shh." Sid says as the doctor gives a sympathetic look.

"I hope everything goes well. And your free to leave."

"Good. I'm starving."

Fleury walks in shortly after I'm out of the bed and back into my clothes.

He is sipping from a frozen coffee.

"How is everything?"

"Great. Being diagnosed with the crazies really jump started my afternoon."

Flower shoots a look at Sid.

"I'm sorry I'm being such a bitch, but I don't really know what else to be feeling right now."

"It's okay. Let's go get you something to eat."

"I'm gonna go ahead down to the rink and do some drills with G. See you later."

Fleury leaves and Sid takes ahold of my hand.

We made it to the front and through the glass you could see the the dozens of people yelling questions and shouteing for me to answer. Camera flashes go off and I place my arm in front of my eyes. Sid places his hand on my arm and turns me around, raising his other arm in front to shield his eyes as well.

"They're probably out back too. We just have to push through. But remember. Don't say anything. Not one word. No matter what they ask or say."

I nod as we turn back around and open the doors.

My ears are immediately filled with a loud buzz of voices and a scramble of screams.

"What's going on?"

"Are you gonna cry?"

"Where are you going now?"

"Are you recieving medication?"

"Will Sid be at his next game?"

"Will Sid have to deal with you for a while?"

"Will you delay Sid's career?"

I try to ignore everyone, but it got really hard.

"Are you going to be a complication?"

I whip around and Sid's hold rips off of me.