Rude ~ Phan

Maybe

Phil's POV

"Okay sir, today we will be releasing you. Please drink responsibly from now on, and remember my instructions to you. I hope that I won't be seeing you anytime soon, not to be rude," The doctor said to me with a nervous laugh.

"Thank you, I'm going to go check out now." I replied and walked off to the front desk.

"Hi, the doctor s-said that I could leave now?" I ask the girl at the front nervously.

She smiles at me and points at a sheet in front of her. I realized that she was talking on the phone and I decide to shut up. I sign out and she waves at me.

I was already dressed in my street clothes, I had changed out of the pris- I mean hospital garb earlier, before the doctor spoke to me.

I saw my parents and my brother waiting for me by the door. I was glad to know that I wasn't alone. I walk over to them and smile. It might have been an anxiety filled smile, but it was a smile.

They spoke all the niceties and made sure that I'm okay on the car trip back to my flat. I gave all the right answers back to make sure that they would drop me off and leave me alone.

That's how I got here, sitting on the floor in my flat and thinking. I had my phone in front of me, with Twitter open. I owed it to my fans to tell them that I was okay, but I couldn't. I don't know why, just every time that I typed something out, it didn't seem sincere enough or happy enough or good enough.

I need to keep up this façade, for me and my fans. I type out a tweet that finally seems good enough, it made me look happy and normal.

@AmazingPhil: Hey guys! Sorry for the worry, I'm all good now! Worry time is over *ends all your worry* (:

I was proud of myself for that tweet. I reach up to my bedside table and grab my meds. I take one of each and swallow them with water. I lay back down on the floor.

Maybe this time they will actually work. I don't know why I'm feeling so optimistic right now but maybe.