Miserable at Best (Sequel to Our Never Ending Melody) (NateWantsToBattle)

Chapter 17

So he gave in. I waited in the kitchen for Nate, and honesty, I didn't have to wait long.

I decided to help Nate out and went ahead and made him a coffee.

Making him a coffee might ease his mind a little, cause he's running late. I wanted to find a reason to get mad at him, but then I remembered he got up with Briar five times last night, cause 1. Morgan isn't feeling well, and 2. Briar has been having trouble with her feeding. It makes sense that he slept in.

Thankfully, just as I finished, he showed himself into the l living room, tripping as he did so, hitting the floor.

"Ah, geez. You okay?" I ask him as he got back up.

"Yeah. I think so." He got up with a cringe of pain.

Once again, that couldn't have been good for him.

"Are you ready?" He asked me. "I can't be late."

"You're already late!" I say to him, which caused him to drop his phone, making it hit the hard wood floor.

"What?" He asked, panicked.

"Relax," I say to him, picking his phone up for him, so he wouldn't have to struggle for it. "You're not that late, it's fine."

He looked at me before moving his floofed hair away from his eyes.

"Then can we go now?" He asked, "before I regret my decision of letting you come with me."

"Yes. Okay, let's go." I say to him calmly, grabbing his car keys, following him out our door.

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So he's gone again. We got to the Hospital at 7:49 am, and as soon as we got there, they wanted him in right away.

He was talking to a doctor for a hour, and I explained he fell down the stairs the other day, so a nurse took him out of the room she first dragged us into for x-Rays, which he wasn't happy about.

It's been thirty minutes, and he still isn't back.

But I looked up in surprise when the door opened and the young male doctor from earlier walked in.

He was older than Nate. Older thon me. His light brown hair was short and almost shaven.

He walked in with a smile closing the door behind him. "Are you Nathan's brother?" He asked.

"He has no siblings," I point out. "No, I'm just a friend of his. More like his editor, if you want to be precise."

Looking around, I notice Nate wasn't with him. "Where is Nate, exactly?" I ask calmly.

"He's still downstairs." The guy said. "He's got quite the bruising on his ribs, how did he manage that?"

"I said he fell, he tripped and tumbled down the stairs at our apartment." I explain.

The doctor shook his head with a small laugh.

"Well, he's okay. Nothing to be overly worried about."

I only said nothing.

The doctor did look at me before looking to the door.

"It is a good thing he isn't here at the moment. There is something I'd like to discuss with you."

"What's that?"

"His mental state. I've noticed he's suffering from depression, and it's very noticeable." He started quietly.

"It is, but I don't know what to do about it." I explain.

"I want you to convince him. Try and convince him to take up some treatments, like therapy.. I feel that might help him, his speech and physical strength will fail soon. I fear that depression will take over his life, and he'll break under the pressure."

"And you want me to help with this?"

"Yes."

"And what if he denies it?"

"Then make do with your resources. If it means you take these therapies in on your own time, to help him, then please do so."

I look over, as someone opened the door. The nurse and Nate walked in silently. He looked as if he were done with her shit.

This doctor who I was talking to, took a step to him, tilting Nate's head slightly to the left, getting a wince from him.

I only look away confused. The things he said before Nate returned, I don't fully understand it.

I know for a fact that Nate will reject all treatment. All therapies. He'll claim he won't need it.

Though, if he denies it, what a, I supposed to do?

Fill in for those treatments he never went to?