Don't take my memories~Drier

Chapter four-Wasting Time

Drew's PoV
I sat on the plain hospital bed and swung my legs dejectedly over the edge as both Luke and another doctor peered at me closely,trying their best to decipher what was wrong with me this time, and why I had wound up in the emergency mental health unit yet again, after only having been free of it for around two weeks. The nurse was supposed to have told them precisely what had been wrong with me when she had hastily dropped me off in here, mere minutes prior to their arrival , yet, she had been far too eager to shout at the mysterious red headed boy to do her job properly, which had left everyone in a slightly confused state about what to do to me next. I was refusing to talk to either doctor, which of course, only made matters worse for everyone, yet, I couldn't exactly help it.

I was a shaking bundle of nerves and at the very thought of what had just happened outside my hospital room, I began to shake even more, tears threatening to fall from my tired eyes as I tried desperately to calm myself down; to no avail. My breathing was coming out in quick, jagged breaths snd the very pace of it was uneven. I Agnes, hay girl the fact that whenever something went wrong in my life, I always wound up like this, instead of in a calm state so that I could attempt to sort things out, instead of relying on the people around me to do it for me, just like I had done with everything else simve I arrived here.

They all claimed that these moments I had in times of trouble were called anxiety attacks, and that I had probably suffered from them my entire life, yet couldn't remember about them. They never did tell me directly what caused this to happen to me, merely taught me ways to get through the pain of them. Yet today, I was trying all the techniques, yet nothing seemed to be working.

"How long has he been sat in here?" The second doctor questioned Luke after a few daunting seconds of prolonged silence, during which both men had been circling me slowly, desperately trying to check for any signs of physical harm, whilst trying not to get too close to me, in case I snapped at them in my shell shocked state. They were probably expecting the reason i had been brought here to be the same as the many times before it, that I had inflicted injures on myself in one of my confused or sad states. However, they had both quickly discovered that prediction was false today, to which they let out a brief sigh of relief, before their brows furrowed, wondering what else could be wrong with me. Both males had been here with me for around five minutes now, yet they still hadn't managed to find out why I was sat in here, which caused me to smile slightly, realising that even the best of us sometimes struggled.

Though of course, none of their struggles could even begin to compare to mine and both men seemed to fully understand this, hence the reason neither one of them was pushing me harshly to answer their many questions, like a few doctors had been known to do in the past when i refused to cooperate to the standard that they so oddly required. Howver, the two thoughtful doctors towering in front of me seemed to understand the amounts of pain I went through daily, having to know that I had no one who really cared for me and that the one person who ever had cared, left me once I became too much for him to handle. They could probably only make an educated guess at how it felt to be left alone to ones own devices all day, every day, with no visitors or other company to help me through the tough, agonisingly boring times, and this often brought on bouts of sympathy for the doctors who worked with me. In fact, that was probably the only reason Luke visited me so often, and the reason that he always tried to prolong his daily visits to my room by as long as possible, so that I would finally get a tiny piece of the human contact that I so desperately craved.

However, although I was incredibly grateful for Luke's visits and often tried to get the most out of them, it was never enough for me I craved proper human contact other than that of a doctor, who was practically paid to be my friend, so that I didn't attempt anything stupid on his watch. I wanted someone who really cared for me and was actually willing to give up time out of their day to be with ,r, and to care find me. I needed love and attention, and a slice of affection to get me through this, yet over all my years of pointless treatment, that was what I had been severely lacking. Sure, I had doctors and nurses who were highly trained in the field of medicine to help me get better, but the one thing that would truly make a difference to my mental health, would be a friend.