Troubled Souls // 5SOS

XXIII ∞ BPD

• Calum •

"Calum, you've been doing very well on this medication," the doctor informs me. "I don't think we'll change it quite yet, but I'll start dialing back the dosage a bit, alright?"

"Sounds good," I reply with a small nod. I let him know where to send the prescription and all that before he tells me we're finished up and that I can leave.

My parents never really gave me a time that I needed to be home — they just wanted me home in time for dinner-- so I decide maybe I'll go see if Sophie is in today.

I limp over to the elevators with the help of my crutches and press the "up" button with my thumb, stepping back to wait.

Before the doors open, I feel a cool breeze come in from outside and glance over to see the doors swinging open. A girl with the hood of her grey sweatshirt pulled over her head walks in from outside. I watch her wander over to the counter and speak with the front desk woman before she approaches me at the elevators. When she gets close enough, she leans against the wall a few feet away from me and flips her hood down.

Her fiery ginger hair is tied into a thick braid that rests on her shoulder with a few strands hanging down next to her thin face. There's a streak of bright blue in her bangs, which brings out the blue color of her eyes. She's freckled, but not just on her nose and cheekbones; her entire face is sprinkled with pale brown spots. Along with her light grey sweatshirt, which seems a little impractical in the heat outside, she's wearing skinny denim jeans and black Converse high tops, both of which are spattered with paint. In her hand, she's holding a red looseleaf notebook along with a smaller book bound in dark brown leather.

"What?"

Her irritated voice interrupts my thought process while I'm looking her over. I meet her blue eyes on accident and find them staring at me with intense annoyance.

"Nothing, sorry," I mumble.

"Weirdo," I hear her mutter under her breath. Well, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

The elevator dings and the doors finally open. I hobble inside, followed by the angry girl.

"What floor are you going to?" I ask, keeping my voice low.

"Three," she replies, not meeting my eyes. We're both going to the same floor, so I push the button and wait for the door to close, our elevator ride continuing in silence.

As soon as the doors open to the psych ward, she bolts out and heads towards the front desk of this floor. I limp past the waiting area and go down the hall, knowing exactly where I'm going.

I hobble down the hallway and pass the therapy room, which is open but empty. I've never actually been in Sophie's office, but I imagine it's somewhere near our meeting room. I continue down the hallway.

Soon after I hobble past the meeting room, I see a room with Sophie's name on the panel outside. The light is on inside and I see her sitting at her desk, filing through a stack of papers. I knock on the door, causing her to look up and see me through the window.

"Calum, what are you doing here?" She asks as soon as I open up the door.

"Oh, uh ... " I begin. "Well, I was here to see the doctor to get my prescription checked out and I just thought I would stop by and say hello, you know?"

She thinks for a moment then shrugs. "Alright," she replies. "Well, I have a patient coming in pretty quick here so — "

"That's cool, yeah, that's awesome," I manage to stutter out. "Yeah, I just wanted to, you know, stop by."