"stay clam." The doctor said as he stuck a needle into my skin.
Dying is useless, that's why I never tried it. The universe is endless, and my soul will go on, with it without my body.
Thats what it told me today.
I felt my eyelids start to get lighter and I opened my eyes, to see a bright light being shone into my eyes. A middle aged man showed his face behind the light. He switched the light off.
"Welcome. " he said, looking down at papers. I gulped, and nodded, silently.
"Daniel James Howell, right?"
"Yeah." I mumbled.
"Why did you try to kill your self?" He asked.
I felt a sharp pain in my chest and felt a tear dripping down my face.
"I didn't." I answered, my voice cracking.
He nodded, writing something down. "Take this," he said, handing me a pill.
"What is it?"
"An anti-depressant." He answered, not bothering to look at me.
"I'm not depressed." I lied.
"Okay, but until we can fully diagnose you, i'm going to need to to take this."
"I can't. "
"Why?" he questioned.
I shoved the pill in my mouth, tilting my head back, but the pill wouldn't go down, it was like my mouth had made a wall so that it couldn't go down. I took it with my tongue, and hit it behind my teeth, then gulped, and squeezed my face together, making it look like I swallowed it.
"One more thing, this will aid your healing. Nurse being him in!" He yelled to a nurse in the hallway. The nurse was pushing a wheelchair, that had a boy with black hair, as dark as the night sky, and eyes, a blue-green-yellow color.
"Dan, this is Phil.
