No more meds for Roni

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------Veronica's Pov-----

We walked back to the ward in silence. In my head, all the information was swirling round. If I didn't remember this, I would get arrested and so would Mac. I couldn't do that to her. She was too innocent to go to prison. I would kill myself before she was in that situation. She seemed quiet however I wasn't sure if it was due to the dump of information. Once we got there, there were 2 uniformed officers waiting for us. The woman officer asked to see Mac first. I glanced over to see her normally bubbly face pale with dread. I didn't think she would be called in for this especially not first. Turning her head, we made eye contact. Her face filled with colour as a soft smile appeared. She followed them out. I sat on my bed and stared into nothingness. My breathing hitched and then tears just came out. I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Bringing my knees to my chest, I continued to cry. I shouldn't have roped Mac into it. I shouldn't have fallen for JD's facade. I could've stopped at any time, but I didn't. Maybe I'm only crying about it now because Mac isn't here. I can tell she's suffering, but I don't why. I feel like I have to be strong for her even if I am failing miserably. For fucks sake, I should've protected her.

'Jesus Christ Veronica, Sob much?' I heard someone say startling me as I thought I was alone. I rapidly looked around the room. No one was there.... except the chair wasn't empty. A red hue radiating off it. Holy fucking shit. Not again please. Why is she back?...Shit. The Doctor took my meds.

'Wow, Veronica did you not miss me?' She asked fake hurt holding her hand over a non-beating heart.

'Where are the others?' I asked trying to prove to myself I wasn't going insane.

'Well Kurt wanted to go fuck someone probably and Ram followed. I'm not going to lie to you they asked for a threesome to get with each other inconspicuously. It wasn't discreet. I'm also not going to lie to you, what the fuck is that outfit?' I looked down and examined my hospital gown.

'Complimentary.'

'Not to your eyes it isn't. Where's the blue. I specifically chose the blue to match you.' She began lecturing me about the skin shades and shit but all I could think of was Mac.

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