My Only Insanity *Shoey Fan fiction*

Chapter 24: Who did it?

{Joeys Pov}

Dr. Deyes: Joey, are you awake?

I groaned and saw my legs were in cuffs dangling from the ceiling, to keep my hips stretched out so the stitches could be stitched.

I also realized I didn't have underwear on under my patient apron, and immediately felt embarrassed.

Dr.Deyes: The good news is you'll survive this. The bad news is we have no idea who did it.

He said, scribbling something down on his board.

Dr.Deyes: It came from something like a board cutter. Which is also strange, because we don't allow any patients I carry any objects of such destruction.

Joey: Then it wasn't a patient.

I said, rolling my eyes. He gave me a glare and I continued-

Joey: I just mean, if you all are doing your jobs right in keeping your patients safe, then It couldn't have been a patient who did this to me, correct?

Dr. Deyes: I suppose so...

Joey: And if the public was able to find out about this, it would be this whole community of institutions that would get sued possibly millions.

Deyes didn't speak. He turned on my TV, to a child's cartoon.

Dr. Deyes: Do you want a visitor? I believe Mr. Dawson/Yaw is wanting to see you.

Joey: Yes, I want to see him. Alone please.

A few minutes later Shane came bursting through the door, looking in near tears.

Shane: Joey, I was so worried about you. Do you even know what happened?

Joey: I'm not 100% sure.

I told him, shrugging.

Shane: Well,

Shane said, walking to the foot of my bed.

Shane: Oh. That's hot.

Shane laughed looking under my apron and I covered my face to keep him from seeing me blush.

Joey: Shane...

I said, as he poked my butt.

Shane: Sorry. Go on.

Joey: I think the doctors here are trying to kill us. Get to us. I don't know if I'm just paranoid or something. But this whole place is, if you haven't noticed, a nut house. We can break out of our rooms, go to public places, have sex, all without them knowing. Isn't that a bit strange?

Shane nodded.

Shane: Of course it's strange. Being here is not really helping anyone, really. But what are you trying to say?

Joey: I want to run away from here, with you. I'm not crazy, and you're not as crazy as people think you are.

Shane rubbed the back of his neck.

Shane: Just a couple days ago I tried to drown you. Are we sure I'm not crazy?

Joey: Okay, but you are not as crazy as them. We need to get out of here.

I said, trying to pull Shane close to me, but he wasn't close enough to grasp, so he moved beside my torso so I could hold on to his shirt.

Shane: That's a little crazy in itself, Joey. You know we aren't fully recovered, especially you.

Joey: I don't care Shane. I need to get out of here. I'm tired of being surrounded by crazy patients and crazier doctors. I'm tired of love affairs and being miserable. I just want the simplicity of you and I, together. For as  long as it can last, maybe forever.

Shane: I don't want to hurt you Joey. If I leave here, I could hurt you. I'm sorry. And besides, how would we break out anyways? Where would be go? I've been here for a long time. I don't know what happiness is, Joey. I never have. You're my star, but I've never seen the sun, do you get it? You can only bring me so much light.

I sat in silenced, and released my grip on his shirt.

Joey: You don't want to run away with me, is that it? You don't love me? Do you even know what love is? How can you know love without happiness?

Shane took my hand in his.

Shane: Joey, that's not it. I am so in love with you. But I'm also so, so clinically depressed.

More silence, until I wiped a tear from my cheek and turned to face Shane again.

Joey: I'm getting out of here, Shane. With or without you. If you don't come with me, these will be the last days you might ever see me.

Shane bit his lip and looked at his feet. He was thinking hard. He was as unsure about the future as I am.

Shane: Let me think about it for a little bit. And I'll get back to you on your offer. I know this is difficult for you Joey, but I just don't know if I'm personally ready to leave yet. This is the only place I've ever spent so long in.

I squeezed Shane's hand that was still holding mine.

Shane: But you are my home, Joey. You are my shelter and all it's storms.

And Shane was the man who stood on the corner of the street, under the lamp post, in the pouring rain. He was waiting for something, but didn't quite know what. But he waited, and he waited, and he was so beautiful even though I watched through my window as he wasted his life away.

Dr. Justine: Excuse me, Mr.Dawson, but we have a few tests to run on Joey and I am required to escort you out of the room.

I gripped Shane's hand.

Joey: Shane, don't leave me. I don't want to be here alone.

Shane gripped my hand back.

Shane: I'm sorry, but I can't leave Joey alone. He needs me here. I will not interfere with any tests unless they put my love in danger, and only then will I retaliate.

She tapped her pen against the board as she gave Shane a dirty look.

Dr.Justine: Never mind, I'm going to Dinner.

I guess I had passed out from the pain all day and just woke up before the end of it.

Shane: All right. Nice talk.

She walked out the door and Shane pulled my upper half into a hug.

Shane: I will always, be here for you no matter what decisions you make, okay? I love you and I will support you no matter what. But please, please don't just leave me. I will not leave you.

I nodded my head, and felt guilty for agreeing to so, because I knew- I knew if Shane didn't agree to leave with me, I would have to leave him.

{A/N: So this is short but OMG ITS BEEN FOREVER SINCE I UPDATED THIS STORY BUT HERE YOU GO I LOVE YOU}