Diary/Journal/Whatever is Manly

Chapter 40

"It happened again didn't it?" Tyler groaned out, as he sat up on the bed.

"I was really hoping I wouldn't see you back here. Unless you were requesting that surgery of course, that's a whole other story but..." Dr Travis trailed off.

"Yeah, well I couldn't resist your charms."

"Please shut up, unless you want a law suit filed against me." Dr Travis requested, his voice completely monotone. Tyler held his hands up in a surrender motion, not knowing how to respond verbally. "Anyway, have you given any thought to the surgery?"

"Is it dangerous?" Tyler asked.

"Let me think... we're gonna be drilling into you skull, yeah I think it's a little dangerous."

"You know last time we were here, you were giving my friend grief, about how she needed a therapist. Well, I can confidently tell you, Mr bedside manner, you're the one in need of therapy."

"I'm tired." 

"Mmm hmmm." Tyler sassed before continuing with his interrogation. "So, I'll lose my other personality?" 

"Probably. Though it was never really another personality to begin with. Look, I know it may seem daunting, having your skull drilled into and what not, but it's for your own good. It'll stop the awkward interactions, you'll be running at full capacity, and most importantly no more seizures." The two men both snapped their hands in the direction of the door, when they heard something clattering to the ground.

"Sorry, sorry." Misty mumbled out an apology, as she rushed to pick up the pen and book she had dropped to the floor. 

"Jeez, don't sneak up on people like that." Dr Travis scolded, hand on his racing heart. "Listen Tyler, I'm not telling you what to do, but you should have a serious think about it and your future." Dr Travis conceded, before leaving the room.

"Misty..." Tyler began.

"I'm gonna let the others know you're awake." Misty interrupted, before she bolted from the room. 

"We're gonna get banned from the campus café if you keep having seizures there." Stanley told him, as he entered the hospital room housing Tyler

"It's not I like plan these things. I don't wake up, and say 'I'm gonna have a seizure and the coffee shop for the fun of it'." Tyler hissed.

"Jeez, someone woke up in a bad mood." 

"Sorry," Tyler apologised, he wanted to talk with Misty alone. "I'm just fed up with this whole situation."

"Well that's a lie," Misty scoffed, with her arms crossed over her chest. She had settled in the corner of the room, as far away from Tyler as she could possibly get.

"Misty!"

"No, it's just... People who are fed up, are usually moved to action. They don't sit around and expect the situation to change miraculously." Misty snapped.

"Tyler didn't ask for this, it's not his fault, he can't do anything about it." Stacey said softly.

"Once again, another lie." Misty spat out, before storming out of the room.

Misty was on a mission; the objective being to get as far away from Tyler as possible. She still could not believe what she had heard. All this time spent feeling sorry for Tyler, and there was a solution to end his suffering the whole time! She had poured out her heart to him, opened up like never before, and he had the audacity to, to...

Misty shook her head, stupefied tears blurring her vision, as she let out a laugh not born from joy. She had not idea how long she had been walking in her anger fuelled daze, but she was running out of energy. Pushing against the door, she slumped against the wall and settled on the stairwell. As an aspiring author, Misty always babbled on about the power words had over people and their emotions. Struggling to articulate quite exactly, her feelings towards her favourite books. But, now she feeling the full brunt of the power words had in a different form. She had been reduced to a pathetic, hyperventilating form, all because of Tyler and his words, well lack of words to be exact. 

"Who let you out of bed?" Misty flinched, as she heard the door open behind her, not having to check who it was. When silence was all she received, frustration took over causing Misty to snap. "Well, did you at least tell them?" 

"No I didn't."

"They deserve to know."

"No they don't."

"You looked Dennis straight in the eye and lied! How many times have you done that huh!" Misty exploded at his denial.

"I was thinking it over. I couldn't have your opinions swaying my decision." Tyler said.

"You could have said yes, and then not gone into further detail. But you chose to lie. You, you are selfish, vexing and a liar!" Misty sneered in absolute disbelief.

"I know okay, I have many talents." Tyler groaned, it was easier for him to hide behind a stoic mask than to digest Misty's outburst.

"Talents?! I was under the impression that talents make people want to applaud you, but right now, all I want to do is throw you down the stairs."