Rejects // Luke Hemmings [au]

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December 17th, 1956

6:35pm

Luke's POV

Instead of taking me to my cell, Calum immediately escorts me to Ms. Woods' office. We stop outside the door, and I give him a confused look. I'm calm now, for now. He points to the door and I roll my eyes, pushing open the steel with my foot. I saunter inside, finding a place to sit. I always sit in the same chair, every session.

"Luke!" Ms. Woods greets me, standing from her chair and walking over to her silver cabinet. She's an odd lady, to say the least.

"What am I doing here? I want to go to my cell." I demand, still feeling slightly buzzed from earlier.

"Luke, I have something that might help you feel better" She pulls out my folder, along with a small plastic box. Closing the cabinet, she quickly runs back over and sits in her rolling chair again. I watch as she uses the tip of her nail to crack open the container, and inside I see four different pill bottles. Four.

"What?" I ask, confused. "Why so many?"

"Your condition can't be controlled without the use of more than one of these types of medications. So, to make sure you are able to recover quicker, I ordered all four for you. Calum will make sure you take these everyday at the same time, and that time will be now. This is your Prozac, it will help with your depression" She hands me a bottle full cylindrical of half white, half green pills. "This is Lamictal, it is an anticonvulsant" Following the first bottle, a small package of oddly shaped pills is given to me next. They are somewhat shaped like strawberries. "Third is your Klonopin, they're anti-anxiety agents," another bottle, this time with small round shaped pills, with the letter K cut out the centre. "and finally, Lithobid. It's a mood stabilizer" This is the most normal looking of all of the meds, it just being a small, pink, rounded capsule. "Now, you will feel immediate changes in your emotional stability. That is normal. Your body will take a day or two to get used to the hormones running through your body. I promise that these will help you, Luke. If you have any problems, come see me right away."

I take the pills and leave the room, dumping my handful onto Calum. He's the one who is supposed to keep track of this shit, anyways. He reads the bottles and places them in his pouch, carrying them alongside me. With this, I am finally brought back to my cell in peace.

"Bye" I shrug, sitting on my bed, dismissing him from my presence.

"Luke, you have to take your medication." He persists, passing me a small bottle of water from his mystery pouch of wonder. He has so much shit in there, god knows what he's carrying. He passes me the pills and I down them quickly, then flip him off. I just want to be alone now. He takes this opportunity to secure me to my bed with restraints, probably because of my earlier outburst. I don't blame him.

He closes the door and locks it, smiling at my rude remark. I watch as he walks off down the hallway, but my vision has already begun to alter.

THIS IS JUST A FILLER BECAUSE WE NEEDED ONE!

THIS ALSO SUGGESTS THAT LUKE MAY BEGIN TO ACT MORE NORMAL, AND BE ABLE TO SHOW MORE EMOTION IN THE FOLLOWING CHAPTERS!
HE WILL ALSO FEEL MORE FATIGUED.