Cigarette And Lavender(Halfway Edited)|| Salvis || Sally Face ||

18

!! TW !!
Alcoholism, pills, and mentions of suicidal thoughts.

Sal's pov

I feel the temperature change, from the warm night air, to the coldness of the air conditioner, as I push open the hospital door. I look around the Emergency room, in search of Lisa and Larry.

My eyes land on Larry, standing in front of the vending machine. His hair is thrown into a messy bun, theres deep eye bags burdening his eyes, he doesnt look like hes gotten any sleep last night.

I speed walk over to him. He looks up at me as I approach him. He offers a Sad smile. "Hey sal, The doctor said, we'll be aloud to see him soon." Larry says in a Tired tone. 

"Why didn't you guys tell me when you found him like that?" I question in a soft tone. "Sal...I can tell when its getting bad, I didnt want you to be anymore stressed than you already are." He says, with a yawn. I shake my head, "Larry, I dont care if I'm stressed. I care about all of you, and I want to be there for you." He presses the quarter to the machine, I hear the clank of the metal as it falls into the slot.

After he got a drink from the machine, we go to the lobby. I see Lisa slumped over in a chair, asleep. I take the seat beside her. Her cheeks are stained with dark mascara tinted tears. It hurts to see them like this, it hurts that my father is doing this to himself, and the worst part is, I dont know which one hurts worse.

This isn't the first time hes gotten alchohol poisoning, But he's never seized because of it. I have a faint memory, from when I was about nine or ten. I had found him passed out in his own vomit on the floor. That was probably one of the worst panic attacks I've ever had. I remember the ambulance taking him away, and the paramedics, and police officers trying to calm me down. I dont remember the time between when I found him, and when the ambulance came.

Something I've noticed is I dont remember alot of my childhood, probably due to the fact that my mother was shot in front of me, and my dad has been a raging alcoholic ever since.

I've been told things get better, but do they really? I have piles of medications on my bedside table. These are supposed to fix me, They dont though. My psychiatrist has to change my meds every few months, because they dont work very well. I was on zoloft, but it didnt help, neither did lexapro. I was also on trazodone, but it made me suicidal. I had strattera, but it didnt seem to help me focus, or make me any less fidgety. I hate it. The doctor gives you drugs to make you feel better, and its seen in a positive light, but as soon as you take a couple hits off a joint, to help your anxiety or PTSD your the devil himself.

I hear the squeak of someone's shoes, getting louder, and louder, as they approach us. I look up to see a woman, in blue scrubs. "Are you three here for Henry fisher?" She questions in a soft voice. I nod my head. "Well your welcome to see him now." She replies. I raise my hand and shake larry awake. He raises his head from my shoulder, and looks around, before he spots the nurse. "Oh.." he says. I turn to lisa, and begin to wake her up.

We all stand from our seats, and follow the nurse to a room, with the black numbers 403 printed above the doorway. She pulls the doorknob, and the door squeaks open.

I walk in immediately. I see my father laying unconscious in the hospital bed. IV Tubes, stuck into him. The nurse walks towards him, and looks to his heart rate, before writing it down on a clipboard. "He may be in a coma, for weeks or months, his BAC levels where thirty percent. It just depends on how well he recovers." She says with an empathetic look.

Once she's left the room, I pull up one of the seats beside the bed. I take his hand, I feel the warmth of his hand on mine. "I'm so sorry dad." I say letting out a quiet sob.

IM SORRY ITS SO SHORT I've been trying to get this chapter out for a while and I wrote most of it tonight and I'm really tired so I'm just trying to finish it up really quick. It's not edited very well so dont mind any mistakes.

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