August:
It's almost been two weeks since I've been in the hospital, I'm almost able to walk without a limp. I got my psych eval today. Andrew seems to really like his daily personal question. He's ridiculous. "Are you decent?" Andrew yells from the hall. "No, I'm butt naked" I chuckle, he comes in with a big grin on his face "what..?" he giggles "guess what!" I raise one eyebrow "I'm going home?" I say sarcastically "YES!" Andrew is practically hopping in place. I'm speechless. "R-really?" Andrew nods and my heart sinks. The 14 days I've spent here were so peaceful, the dingy sky blue walls were more comforting than anything has been in a while. I won't be able to talk to Andrew daily, I mean, he's forced to be here but it was nice to talk to someone. Shit shit shit. I started tearing up.
of course, I'd have to go home at some point. This wasn't going to last forever. I'm so stupid sometimes. I don't know how I let myself believe that he was actually my friend. Idiot. I look down at my lap so that he doesn't see me crying like an idiot. Luckily my hair is long enough that I'm sure he can't see my eyes Shit. I can feel him sit down at the foot of the bed. I try to discreetly wipe my eyes. He totally noticed. God, I look so stupid right now.
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Learning to Cope
RomanceA promising nursing student volunteers for the "golden angels program" at his local hospital where he meets a man struggling with his mental health and the cards life has dealt him. How will he recover? (This story is the product of disassociating)
