A Danger to Paradise (Kohnnie)

Chapter 20

"It doesn't seem like such a bad idea..."

"Are you kidding me?! This might not be what he wants-"

"Mr. Hall, look, I'm sorry, but he doesn't have a choice in the matter."

I then heard crying noises and muffled voices. I could hardly breathe, my lungs felt as if they were slowly filling with more and more water. I couldn't breathe, something was sitting on my chest and by the feel of it, it was enjoying it.

As soon as I coughed and spluttered, I tried to regain my breath. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light as I opened them and I began to see outlines of around four different people. Where the fuck am I? Wait, they-

"Johnnie?" Kyle whispered, then repeated slightly louder. My eyes focussed on him and I began to see red patches underneath his eyes from where I presume he was crying. One hand was placed over his mouth, another wrapped around my hand. I then took this opportunity to look around and see that Bryan, Jordan and a male nurse stood at the end of my hospital bed, too busy discussing something to do with a choice to notice me waking up.

"Where am I?" I asked, Kyle repeating my name again and hugging me softly. For some reason I couldn't move my arms, so I only nuzzled my face into his neck. I've always enjoyed the smell of Kyle, the warmth of his body mixed with a soft sent of a nice deodorant- the expensive kind. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes before we were being softly pulled away from each other by Bryan.

"You're in the hospital, Johnnie." The nurse said, walking over and letting Bryan and Jordan past first. They came over with smiles and hugs.

"Why am I in the hospital?" I asked, trying to sit up but failing as I felt a sharp pain stab me through the back.

"You fell into the road and are in a pretty bad state. Your boyfriend was called after the police found your phone in your pocket." Fell? I hardly fell, they pushed me. "I'm afraid that your skull seems to have shattered from that hard fall. Me and my team have been able to remove most of the damage and were able to make repairs.

"But, there was a few things that we also found. Your eyesight isn't going to get any better from what we can see here," how ironic that I can't see the same thing "and a couple of shards seem to be deeper inside of your brain than we thought they would be. So, this means you can either take certain pills which will not guarantee your full recovery, so it would feel like a slow death- almost. Basically it stops the brain from gaining any more infections or any worse damage, maybe even stop the pain if we set the dosage up high enough. Or..." He slowly stopped, shifting uncomfortably in the space he was standing.

"Or... Or what?" I asked quietly, turning slightly so that I could see Kyle instead of what I presumed was a blind spot. Kyle gripped tighter on my hand before my focus turned to him completely. He was littering kisses all over my hand and shutting his eyes every so often to let a couple of silent tears escape.

"Or," my attention quickly turned to the nurse again "we can send you to the mental ward. Now now, it isn't like we are sending you to somewhere because you're mentally insane, it's that down there they have the best care. We can keep an eye on your activity and try to find solutions to the problem. Also in one of the rooms there is a spare bed, which Kyle is free to stay in." He finally finished. Kyle's head sprung up at the offering of sleeping in the same room.

Maybe I should just go for the pill, either way I'm not guaranteed a full recovery. If I go for the pill, I can just get out of this fucking hellhole. But, I'd most probably be living in constant agony, just awaiting for the day that I end up back here, same situation, only that I can't leave, then I would be counting down to the days until I find myself back somewhere, waiting for death to take a good look at my pitiful, very much alive, body.

If I chose to stay here, at least Kyle would be able to stay for at least a few nights a week, I'd have care everyday, doctors and nurses to check on me, it'd be pure bliss, well, if you count being in a mental ward when you're not actually screwed in the head waiting for death pure bliss.

I sighed slightly before gripping Kyle's hand lightly, surprised at how I could move my hand for once. "I'll stay here." I almost squeaked, to be honest, I'm kind of nervous to stay in a fucking mental ward, surrounded by mental people, which again, I certainly am not. Right?

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A/N: aha lol short chapters

I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN AGES AND THIS IS A POOR EXCUSE FOR AN UPDATE FFS SOPHIE GET UR ACT TOGETHER

anyway SoEmoIFellApart remind me next weekend to update kthxbai

Keep running, killjoys.