Curiouser

Still Here

Emily wakes to find herself back into her bedroom. She wasn't in the ballroom where she and Nate were before.

Nate was sitting beside her, looking so worried, "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked. She moved to sit up and said, "I'm fine. What happened?"

He lowered his head and then looked back to her, "You ran into a wall and hit your head. You were out for a couple hours." He said.

She felt her forehead and hissed from the sting throbbing on the left side, "How bad is it?" She asked. He brushed away her hair and looked, "It's just a light bruising, hardly noticeable."

The doctor entered the room carrying in his bag, "I see you've finally pulled through Miss Liddell." He smiled. Nate moved off the bed for the doctor to make a few check-ups. He sat and opened his bag up.

He checked her heartbeat and asked her to follow his finger, "How are we feeling today?" He asked. She replied, "I'm ok, except the bruising hurts."

The doctor took out a cap of pills, "We need to up your dose, as it seems the previous medication isn't working for your Schizophrenia."

She looked to Nate, "You told?"

He looked to the window without a word. The doctor also pulled out another cap and said, "Your anti-depressants."

She shook her head and said, "I won't need that anymore. For the first time in a long time, I feel great. I don't know how to explain it but... my depression seems to have fallen away."

The doctor left it with the other cap, "Just in case, you still need to take them." He said. He closed his bag and bid farewell and left. Nate showed him out and gave thanks.

He returned to the bedroom, and stood at the doorway and asked, "Do you want me to make you some tea?"

She smiled and said, "That'll be great, thanks."

He left to the kitchen to brew Earl Grey in a pot of water and boiled it over the stove. After it was ready, he poured into a tea cup and took to her carefully trying not to spill it.

She sipped the cup as she held the saucer under it, "There's something I want to tell you." She said. He sat on the bed, "I'm listening."

Holding the cup back on the saucer, she said, "I had a really strange dream. It was colourful, and odd. Nothing made sense but at the same time, it did."

He smiled a little, "Wow."

She took another sip, "And you were there, but your eye colour was different and you were a Mage. Your name was Nathaniel."

He chuckled, "Me, a Mage?" He said, "That's funny because my name sounds similarly close to that."

She agreed, it very much does, looking down in thought, she said, "Why did you tell the doctor I needed a stronger dose?"

He took the tea away from her hands, "Because you do, the medication isn't working. You still talk to things. I overheard you today, talking to the photo of mother and father." He said, "I worry about you, you know? Your schizophrenia caused you to run into a wall and everyone saw."

She looked down sadly, "You're embarrassed of me."

He shook his head, "No, Emily. You have never embarrassed me. I am just worried how people think of you, and they say things behind your back. It makes me so angry..." He was clenching his fist on the bed sheet.

He let out a sigh and looked down at the tea in his other hand, "I better take that out for you." He said, and looked back to her, "You should take your meds, say goodbye to your...Friends..."