If Only You Knew

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Lester's POV

My leg bounced speedily as I sat in the waiting room of the treatment center. For some reason, I was nervous as hell. My mama told me she chose a nice facility that was right outside of town but she didn't say shit about it being so boujie. I was the only nigga in here. All the nurses and workers I saw? White. All the other "patients" in the waiting room? White. I couldn't help but feel out of place as I wiped my sweaty palms down the sides of my jeans.

The waiting room was filled with junkies waiting to pretend to get better. I hated that I had to be here but I planned to be in and out. My mama told me that I only had to come regularly for a month and then I'd be sent home with a supply of medication and only be required to return for scheduled therapy sessions.

"Smith, L." A short blonde worker dressed in a white company logo collared shirt and light blue scrubs called out my name.

I swiftly stood and followed her through the door. She led me down a small dimly lit hallway and into a small exam room.

"I'm Sarah, the nurse will be in to check your vitals and ask you a few questions in just a second. Can I get you anything?"

I shook my head as I scratched the back of my neck. Once she left I tried to flex my arm to create blood flow. My shit had been going numb all day. I was interrupted but a heavyset lady with glasses coming in.

"Hello! I'm Dr. Camp, I'll be doing your check-in assessment today and then we will get your medication. After that, you will have a first session with our on-campus psychologist.

"Then I can leave?"

She laughed showing off her small gap. "Yes, then you can leave. You will be required to return every Thursday to repeat the process for about a month and your progress then will determine our treatment plan moving forward."

"What you mean?"

"Depending on how far you've come and how you're doing outside of the facility, we will be able to supply you with our medication and slow down your therapy sessions. But that doesn't mean you can't come see us whenever you feel you need more help."

"Got it." I nodded.

"Ok, let's get started. How are you feeling?" She looked to be before typing away on her computer.

"I'm fine. I just feel a lil restless and my arm is numb."

"Both are very common signs of withdrawal. That should be worked out once we get your medication. What about mentally? Any anxiety or depression?"

"Sometimes but ion think that got anything to do with the drugs." I snickered.

"How come?"

"I was feeling that way anyway."

"I see." She typed some more looking back at me and giving a small smile.

"Ok, well I'll get your vitals and we can get you sent back to our lab for medication."

She stood and checked all my vitals then left before Sarah came back and led me to the lab. It was a big open room with huge windows that let in a great amount of sunlight. There were about twelve of them medical-looking chairs that people were sitting in getting their treatment done. The room smelled like rubbing alcohol and sanitizer mixed with lemon.

Sarah guided me to a chair in the back close to a window. "A nurse will be with you shortly." She smiled waving her arm towards the chair for me to sit.

I sighed and pulled up my pants before laying back on the loud ugly brown material. This chair was uncomfortable as fuck so I hoped I could hurry up and get the fuck out of here. I tried to focus on the tv but all that was playing was some boring ass home renovation show.