"Saviour Will Be There..." ((Andley Fanfic))

Chapter Thirty-Three

Andy's POV:

Believe it or not I was still quietly sobbing even after we reached the hospital, while I was lead inside, and even after I was taken and seated in a hospital room by myself. The nurse only stared at me like I was crazy, like she thought it was a mistake that I had been released, and shook her head. She told me I'd have to wait here until they sent Jinxx in to pick me up. Even after I've been discharged from that place the nurses still want me supervised at all times, or at least until I leave with Jinxx and don't ever have to see them again. To this day hospitals have always made me cringe, but after this experience I think I'm officially creeped out and afraid of them. Now I don't see them as people who want to help you, they just want to find a reason to lock you up and throw away the key. If you're the slightest bit messed up they don't want to help you, they want to help rid everyone else of the problem. The problem being you.

The nurse soon left the room, after writing a few things down on her clipboard. I'm assuming by the way she kept staring at me, then at her papers, that she probably had been filling out a prescription for more mind controlling drugs I didn't need or want. But that's just my guess. I waited patiently for about five minutes, then I became restless and had to get up and walk around, even though the room was small, and even more cramped due to all the hospital equipment. There was nothing new here, I'd seen it all before. The same hospital bed, in the same position, in the same room, in the same hospital I despised. So it probably wasn't the exact same room as the one I'd stayed in weeks ago, but I'd seen my share of the rooms here and they all looked alike.

I sighed quietly as I paced up and down the room, waiting for a nurse to come tell me Jinxx was here to take me away from this place. I also tried to think of something, anything else, other than Gerard and Frank. I also didn't like thinking that I probably wouldn't ever see Gerard again. Only time will tell as to what becomes of Frank. Like he said, he just needs to figure some stuff out, then once he gets discharged can he think about restarting his future. Knowing him that will come sooner than expected and he'll be out in no time. Gerard, he'll be in there a long time, if not forever. Just because he's an amazing song writer, or artist, or just a good guy in general, doesn't change the fact that he needs help and isn't in his right mind. Just because Frank and I believe in him doesn't mean the doctors will. He's just another twisted individual to them. That's all he'll ever be to them; insane.

I waited about ten more minutes or so, feeling as if I was going to tear my hair out in frustration if someone didn't let me out of here. Suddenly, the door opened, and just when I'd turned around, in hopes of it being Jinxx, I was only more disappointed to see yet another doctor.

"Oh, hello..I didn't know anyone was in here," the guy said, eyeing me up and down as he closed the door.

"Hi. Yeah, um I'm waiting for my friend to pick me up," I shrugged, sitting down on the bed because his cold stare was making me uncomfortable, not to mention freaking me out a little.

"I see..does anyone know you're back here? Alone?" He asked, striding up to the end of the bed.

"Um...a few nurses? I don't know."

"Oh, alright," he nodded slowly, "just making sure.."

I watched him closely as he went to the counter, grabbing a small box, and pulling out what I soon realized was a plastic wrapped needle. He returned to his original spot, the end of the bed, and firmly grabbed my arm.

"You seem anxious, this will help you relax," he almost smirked as he stabbed the needle into my arm after fighting with me to raise my sleeve. When I pushed him away he then injected me with it, sticking it into my arm through the fabric of my sweater.