~Troye's POV~
"Your emergency medication is Vistril, correct?" He questions, yet again flipping through his clipboard.
"Yeah" I mutter, combing through my hair with my fingers. My curls are so knotted and tangled, they must look awful...
"According to this, that's what you tried to over dose on" he frowns, looking up at me with an entirely different demeanor.
"Y-yeah" I look down at my feet "please just give me anything, I feel as if I'm going to have a panic attack."
"We'll give you Zyprexa, which should knock you out in a bit. I'm not giving you the medicine you tried to kill yourself with. You have to earn back my kindness, boy" he grumbles, going into the glass door where the woman I seen earlier stood. Great, there's one new person against me; there's going to be even more in this cafeteria.
He hands me a small plastic cup along with a small pill wrapped in foil. I unwrap it, placing the pill on my tongue. It instantly begins dissolving, almost like a tums. Disgusted with the after taste, I swallow down all the water, handing the empty cup back to Sampson. He rolls his eyes at me, opening the door and showing me to the cafeteria.
"Breathe, Mellet. You can do this."
I walk practically on Sampson's heels as we enter the cafeteria. The group I seen earlier was scattered around, communicating in small little groups. I seen the boy who looked like Tyler and his friend sitting together at one table, while the tall athletic boy was sitting with the girl. The boy with the twitch was sitting with a few other average looking boys, and the blonde boy was sitting entirely alone. All the nurses and staff sat at the table closest to the doors. I feel stares boring through me, and it feels like high school all over again.
Sampson gives me a look, walking outside the doors. I was standing in the center of the room with a stare more like deer in the headlights.
Nervously, I fumble around and make my way to the boy that looked like Tyler and his friend, seeing they had an empty chair.
"Hi" the more bold one perks up "how are you?"
"Scared" I breathe "I've never been in a place like this before."
"Oh, that's understandable. I'll gladly help you around and tell you the schedule. I guess we should introduce ourselves." He puts emphasis on we, showing that the other boy was scared to speak.
"I am Lucas" the confident boy smiles, extending his hand for me to shake. Oh good, this boy would be my roommate. At least it's not some of the other bold faces here.
"Hi, I'm Troye with an e" I retaliate, shaking his hand. His olive skin glistens in the bright lights.
"T-r-o-y-e?" He questions, tilting his head to the side. I nod. I notice his simple features. He has dark chestnut hair, almost cut like a fringe. His glasses were small and particularly square, with hints of pink around the rim. He had humongous hands, so when we shook hands, his engulfed mine basically. He smiled at me, and then smiled back to his friend. After much hesitation, the boy finally decides to speak.
"H-hi, m-my name is M-Meyer" he finally says, extending his small, pale hand to shake mine. I hold his hand, shaking lightly.
