Johndave- depression

Part 8

Dave's POV
The nurse, I guess sensing the tension in the room checks my vitals before unhooking the IV in my arm "Hun I'm going to bring you to wing six we need you to fill out some paper work before getting you checked in" she said before helping me into the wheelchair that had previously been sitting in the corner. She starts pushing me out of the room but before were out the door I grab the wheel bringing us to a stop. Shakily I stand, my legs are tense and ache as I move to John. Pulling him into one more hug, whispering something along the lines of 'everything will be fine' and with a peck on the cheek I'm back on the vinyl seat of the wheelchair.
The journey from where ever the hell I was to wing six was longer then I expected. With twists in turns and seemingly endless elevator rides it's almost as if it's a maze I'm never to escape. Christ how big is this place. The nurse, what's her name again shit, well when we finally arrived leaves me in the waiting room with out a word, but within seconds she's back, with a mile high stack of papers. "I want you to read over all of this and fill out the papers at the end, give it to the nurse behind the desk over there and he'll get you sorted" she says with a comforting hand on my shoulder then turns to walks off. I examine the papers now in my lap, fuck no I'm not reading all of this, I skip to the back sign my name a couple times and done.
My first instinct is to stand but remembering the pain I reconsider and bumpily roll my way to the desk. "Uh hello ma'am" I say try to get the attention of the woman behind the counter, she turns around aaand fuck, it's a man. God damn it why is it always me. He smiles and takes the papers from me puts them in a folder then proceeds to open the door next to the desk and motions for me to enter and when I do I'm greated with a white hall way with 14 or 15 doorless frames. "Your in room 3 Mr Strider." We turn and the first thing I notice is two beds and cat plushies everywhere. The minute my brain processes that I must have a roommate and small woman came running in the room "EQUIUS" she screams hugging the sweaty nurse "hey nepeta, this is your new room mate his names Dave, you treat him well okay?" He says in the type of voice you would use talking to a 5 year old she nods excitedly "well mr strider I'll let you get comfortable and I'll be back in 5 minutes to show you around this place" he says helping me from the wheelchair and onto the bed. I have so many questions but he's out the door before I have the chance to ask, so instead I lay my head in my hands close my eyes and try to relax.
Johns POV
Kanaya, attempting to break the tension, unhooks Dave telling him she's taking him to wing six and starts pushing him out of the room. To make the separation easier I keep my back turned waiting for the squeak of his wheelchair to disappear down the hall way but it stops much sooner then I estimated and before I know it I feel Dave's cold skin against mine holding me close. I feel him holding his weight on me, through quivering lips a quiet raspy "I-I, everything will be okay" escapes, with those same lips he kisses my cheek and I'm left alone in the bare sad room. Once I'm sure they are gone I sit with my back against the industrial white wall to shaken to cry, to move, to do anything. A few minutes pass before I stand and walk out into the hospital parking lot kicking stones that lay in my path. I shove my hands in my pocket I feel a piece of paper, I sit on the curb and pull it out smoothing its many wrinkles, I run the pad of my thumb over my name written on the front before opening it.

((Writers note- finally, I know it's not long or really that exciting but it's a start right, I have some good ideas, but feedback is always appreciated. Thanks for being so patient with me))