Mania (WilburSoot Angst)

Part 9

TWs
Alcohol
Delusions
Hallucinations
Hospitals
Mania
Medication
Mental Illness
Mention of Mental Hospitals
Restraints
Shouting
Smoking
Strong Language

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George POV

We all sat in the bright white waiting room, not saying a word. Tommy had fallen asleep on Techno's shoulder, and everyone else was either on their phones or sitting in silence, thinking.

"Where did Wil get those pills?" I whispered as I leaned into Dream, making sure that nobody else heard me. He slowly grabbed his phone out from his pocket and began to message me.

Dream

Wil has schizophrenia

Wait seriously?

Yeah. That's where he got the pills. Phil told
some of the people in the house after this one
morning where Wil had a manic episode, and
I don't know why I didn't tell you. I didn't know
what to think of it.
Read at 1:12 a.m.

Before I could respond, a female nurse entered the room through these two white doors far in the corner. "Phillip Watson?" she asked, looking down at a clipboard that she held in her left arm, while a pen was held in her right hand. Phil immediately stood up and walked over to the nurse. I could barely hear what they were saying because of the loudspeakers, other doctors and people talking, and my own thoughts getting in the way.

Phil looked over at Quackity, then slightly nodded his head. Quackity got up from his seat and followed Phil and the nurse out of the waiting room and through the two doors that she had previously entered from.

Quackity POV

My hands and legs were shaking as I walked through the depressing hallway of the hospital. "You alright?" Phil asked quietly as we both continued walking to Wilbur's room. I nodded, my eyes remaining on the floor, not able to look at anything else, especially not someone else's eyes in a moment like this.

We walked into the room, and I completely stopped in my tracks when I saw him. He was just lying there. A white gown, an IV in his arm connected to an IV pole, a pulse oximeter on his right index finger, a blue intubation tube down his throat, and a nasal cannula in his nose. But the most shocking thing that I saw, were leather restraints on his wrists and ankles.

"Why uhm, why is he being restrained?" Phil asked, nearly choking on his own words. I sat down on the brown chair in the corner and placed my face into my two palms in shock.

"William suffered from a manic episode in the ambulance on the way here and had to be restrained. He was hallucinating and tried to harm himself due to fear. We gave him a sedative which seemed to calm him down, he will probably wake up in two to three hours." The nurse told us. She seemed so calm. How could she seem so fine and relaxed after what is going on? Does she usually deal with things like this?

"Phillip, may I ask you a few questions about William and what happened?" she asked as she pulled her pen out from her uniform pocket. Phil agreed and they both walked out of the room. I got up from the seat in the corner and sat down again in the seat that was directly beside Wilbur's bed. I placed my hand on his, and it was cold. Tears began to fall down my cheeks like a cloud pouring down. The drops fell onto my black sweatpants, leaving a slight wet mark.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled into my hand, grabbing tighter onto his hand. I felt disappointed in myself. Disappointed how I didn't notice that my best friend was struggling, disappointed that I couldn't pay close enough attention to him, that I wasn't enough, that I barely even said anything to him this whole trip.