After that night and talking to James and the group everyone thinks it would be best if I trying going on medication. Mr. Henderson gave me the number for Dr. Miller so I could make an appointment.
That Friday James and I went to my appointment. When she called me back she made James wait in the waiting room for the first half of my appointment. After talking to us both she gave me two choices I can either go on meds with close observation at home or I can go to Lovecraft to get professional help. I know that it's getting bad enough were I shouldn't even have this choice but she could tell that if I go I would never be able to leave.
After leaving her office we dropped off my prescription of Seroquel and headed back to my apartment. We sat there for a few minutes in silent until the inevitable way brought up.
"If you are okay with it I think that it would be best for you to moving." I half whispered.
"Why would I have a problem with that?" he questioned.
"We aren't even dating and we have already been through so much that I'm afraid that you living with me will scare you away."
"Nothing could ever scare me away." As he said this he leaned over and kissed my cheek.
Smiling as tears started to fill my eyes I could help but to lean over and kiss him. After pulling away we noticed the time and my prescription was ready to be picked up. Walking to the pharmacy was a blessing in disguise. Once we got to the counter they asked if we wanted my refill delivered. Looking at James to help with an answer I was shocked that he said no.
"Why did you say no?" I asked on the walk back.
"If it was just you at your apartment I would have said yes, but since I am there it's the least I can do for you." He explained as he squeezed my hand.
