Call of the void

VIII

"Why didn't you tell me?" Nevaehs warm shoulder pressed against mine, her eyes wide mascara down her face.
"You should pick up that coffee."
"Carim."
"It's all over the floor." Tears streamed down my face as I glared at the floor, my wrists bound in bandages.
She sighed and began to wipe the floor with a cloth, picking up the cardboard coffee cups that had flown from her arms when she saw me.
The doctor motioned for me to hold out my hand, his face laden with concern, like a thick painted mask, I did as he suggested as he pressed a crumpled piece of paper into my palm looking down nervously back and forth at Nevaeh who was vigorously wiping the floor, she didn't notice. "Get some help Mr. Edmunds... please."
I slipped the paper into the bottom of my pocket, I wasn't even considering getting help, but I thought it best to humour him; refusing would've made it worse. I nodded slightly staring down at the floor.

Nev left the room and I sighed, you could say I was relieved but that would be unfair. She cared; it scared me.

The doctor dressed my head and discharged me, saying to come back next week to see how it was going. I wasn't coming back.
"I'll get reception to email you a list of councillors and psychiatrists you could try... give me a minute to find a pen... now could you just note down your email address for me?"

I scratched my head, "um..."

"You do have an email address?"

I shook my head.

"Oh well uh just write your home address for me and I'll get it sent there."

I wrote down my address, the doctor took the paper and read it, his eyes widened as he looked from the paper to me, then back at his paper.
I lived in the dodgiest area imaginable, I could only dread what he was thinking. I didn't want to hear what he had to say next so I upped and left that minute. I didn't wait for Nev. I walked home.