I Want to Die in New Orleans // $uicideboys

4: Your Diagnosis

The sound of the crowd screaming, the bass, the volume, all of it was dementedly angelic, or would be angelic if the feeling of someone pounding on my head wasn't there.
"Jesus Christ," I murmured under my breath. I rested my head in my hand with my eyes closed but the aching came in waves, more violent then the last, "fucking hell."
What resided in my skull as a migraine turned into an awkward sensation that traveled down from my neck to my spine, into my legs and arms. The light hurt my eyes but keeping them shut focused on the uncomfortable feeling.
"Thank you everyone!" Blasted from the speakers from the voice I could identify as Wolverine. I heard various different movements around the building, a ruffling between the people and the curtains of the stage. Then little pitter-patters from the band's feet coming towards the back room.
I didn't know wether to act like I was asleep on the couch I was lounging on, or to try and avoid the fact that I felt like my bones were growing out of my body.
"Bruh that was so dope!" Marley said to the other members in excitement. With the way they were entering the room I knew I'd have no chance with the 'sleeping' method.
I finally opened my eyes seeing the room in fluorescent lights that weren't there before. I got off the couch, having to drag myself through fake excitement that I genuinely don't have enough energy for.
"You guys were actually amazing," I said with a plastered on smile that made my eyes squint. I was willing to keep the smile up if it meant the light would be blocked out from my, what seemed to be, hypersensitive eyeballs.
"Duh," Marley said with an eye roll and a smirk. I chuckled a bit.
"Y'know you were chicken shit out there Marley cuhmon man," Wolverine nudged.
"Yeah good thing I play the drums like a beast to cover up your shitty guitar riff," beanie boy shot out with a wide smile while him and Wolverine shoved Marley.
"Celebration?" Beanie boy asked.
"It's," I began to state, reaching in my back pocket to grab my phone. The amount of resistance my own body had against me was difficult to brush off, "2:45 so I don't know what you guys had in mind," I finished.
I put my phone in my front pocket, looking back up to meet the members eyes for once, "Are you in a rush?" Marley asked.
"No, my head hurts a little," I replied to him.
"Well Marley promised to give me a ride in his sexy whip," Wolverine grinned at him licking his teeth jokingly.
"Do we have to leave at a certain time from here?" I asked.
"Nah just have to lock up when we do," Marley answered.
"Ok, well, y'all go for a ride, I'll chill here, I got some money if I need something, phones charged so I'll be good," I insisted. I didn't want to ruin anyones night, I just wanted to be left alone in silence for a while, even if that meant thirty minutes or three hours.
"You sure?" Marley asked but Wolverine abruptly answered with a, "look at her, she just wants to chill, it'll be twenty minute's maxed."
"Twenty sounds fine to me," I said with a smile sitting back down on the couch stiffly, "it was nice meeting you all by the way, for in case I never see y'all again," I said with a brief laugh. Everyone smiled and said their goodbyes as they walked out the door. Marley was the only one left as he made his way towards me.
I looked up to find his dull eyes studying the position I was in on the couch, which was the most comfy and causal I'd be able to lay without feeling my muscles tearing from each other. He crouched down to meet my head that was leaned against the arm of the sofa.
"Don't move. If you leave tell me where you're going. Please." Marley sternly but quietly spoke.
"Oh, I'm not moving, not until I have to figure out where the bathroom is," I picked.
"Open the door to your left and I kid you not, there's a bathroom," he laughed.
"Go have fun before I regret my decision fucker," I taunted.
He dwelled by me for a minute or two then stood back up and made his way towards the door. The minute I heard the clink from the door shutting, I bolted up to take off the light.
My body contorted in weird ways trying to reach the antidote to my headache. As soon as I shut the lights off I began stretching and groaning until I found my feet move from under me into the opposite direction. I led myself into the bathroom where I instantly puked up stomach acid that coated and burned the back of my throat.
Thankfully I'd made it in the toilet, I grabbed a paper napkin from the graffitied dispenser hanging on the wall to wipe my face, then another couple napkins to drench in the cool water. I pressed it to my forehead but the pulsating heat from my skin almost ripped through the towels. I threw them in the broken trash bin and stared in the mirror for what felt like forever. I could've assumed I threw up the color in my face and body, all that was to see in the mirror was a ghost of me.
I opened the door and walked out.
"Where the fuck is my phone at," I sighed.
I paced myself to the other side of the room to turn back on the lights.
"What the fuck dude!" Flew out my lips.
"Woah now my bad," the one and only, beanie boy, replied as he sat on the couch I had been possessing from the moment I sat in the tacky room.
"Fuck dude, warning next time.. and make some fucking room at least," I groaned trying to straighten out my posture.
"Are you always having fun?" He asked.
"Obviously," I quickly responded. I didn't know if I was trying to make him or me believe that statement.
"Obviously," he scoffed.
My bones stabbed my skin, I made another move to try and stretch out space in my arms to leave room so I wouldn't be constantly aggravated. He made more space for me aswell, though he really didn't take up much in the first place. I walked over to the couch and took a seat next to him.
"My bad," I told him, or I could've been telling the floor that with the way I stared at it.
"You needa uhhh, what, Tylenol ? Or something, Aleve?" He asked, somewhat concerned.
I laughed, I felt his eyes direct to me. Not in a glaring way but confused, he confirmed the confusion with, "never met someone that likes to have their head hurt, throw up, and look like they're tweaking out," he said with sarcasm.
Give me a fucking break.
"If it was my choice I'd take some over the counter medicine any day, and tweaking? I thought maybe you of all of the members would be able to tell the differences between DTing and tweaking but okay," I shot at him, laying back into the sofa looking towards the puke room.
I bit my tongue. I felt bad for the rude attitude but, again, to my surprise, he did understand, and that stung again as well.
"Well that's all you had to say shorty. I got some stuff in my car. Where you live?" He asked me. My curiosity grew along with the pounding headache.
"Marrero," I said casually.
"Well look who's in luck, get your dandy ass up, text your boyfriend that I'll just drop you to your crib since it's on the way." He said with a smile as he stood up, collecting the blunt he must've been rolling, I never realized.
"He's not my boyfriend.. and if he was you'd be fine with just casually taking your friends girlfriend?" I questioned.
"You weren't gonna say no? And we aren't technically friends. Text your friend you're coming with me." He restated.
"Well he's not my dad either to know where and when I'm going somewhere," I argued back, trying to regain my sense of humor in this utter pain.
"Just text him you're leaving so he doesn't have a heart attack looking for you hard head." He said with an eye roll, holding his hand out for me to grasp.
I tried to get up, trying to firmly hold his hand to steady my balance but my legs ached and quivered to the point where I fell back into the sofa. The cushions held me uncomfortably like cement that had molded around me. I let out a sigh with my eyes shut once again.
"So.. it's not a headache?" He asked. I peeked at him to see somewhat soft and concerning eyes.
"No." I paused, "well yes.. and no."
"Yes and no?" He asked again, my eyes drooped as I tried to form an explanation that would leave him without any more questions.
"Yes, I have migraines, no, over the counter doesn't work, yes I have a prescription, no, that isn't the only prescription I'm on." I said
"What are you on?"
"I didn't know I was getting interrogated," I said.
"Well maybe if you weren't a smartass, you'd already have something in your system so you could stop feeling shitty." He said sternly.
I wanted to tell him it wasn't his business and that I didn't even know him to tell him all this, but I simply didn't have enough words in me.
"Which prescription?" I asked.
He chuckled, " I don't have any migraine medicine in my car shorty."
I tried to get up again, "where y'a going? Or trying to go" He asked.
"Take me to your car beanie boy," I said slightly incoherently.
"Beanie boy? Oh shit I have a nickname too?" He asked as he wrapped his arms underneath my knees, then the other arm holding my back and underneath my arm for support, cradling me,"this is going to be uncomfy, you're gonna have to throw your arms around my neck tho, so it's easier," he instructed as he slowly lifted me.
I felt my spine tear, I let out a whimper as I cracked the bones in my ankles to try and soothe the aggravation in my legs. Once he had me firmly he cautiously walked to the lights.
"Wanna flick them off for me?" He asked. So I did. With my middle finger. Then actually took them off, "still got some humor even when your soul sucked from the drugs huh?" He laughed.
"Yep," I said as he slowly walked out the door to avoid hitting any part of my body on the frame, "just.. an oxy," I said.
"Mm don't mind if I do too then," he said with a grin. If my bones didn't feel so brittle I think I would've seeped into him, the way he firmly held me, it was really nice.
"and.. before you get any funny idea to start calling me 'beanie boy' it's Aristos." He said looking straight forward as we finally made it to a black car. He opened the passenger side and tried his best to place me gently inside, I situated myself and the seat into a comfortable position.
"Ari-stos?" I stated.. or asked, it came out as a question, "it's very unique," I said reassuringly as he handed me my seatbelt.
"Just call me Ruby," he commented, then randomly dropped to the ground, reaching under the vehicle.
"What're you doing?" I asked as he got back up with a locked box.
"Magnet, plus box, plus metal underneath car, equals no drug bust for us," he cheesed, closing my car door and walking around to the drivers side.
He pressed the push button on the car and propped the box on the center console. He pulled a set of keys that rattled out of his pocket and fiddled with the lock for a second, spinning the box around to display the glorious amount of contraband.
"Ya know I said oxy... to be... general.. but.. if you want me to be specific.. just say that," I said, as the words almost drooled out my mouth.