a/n: mm okay so i touch on the topic of suicide in this chapter and i will put a warning right before i do but if you don't think you can/should read it, please don't. or at least read w caution. ily munchkins, mwah
Troye's pov
"Alright, today's session is going to be a little longer than usual. I've spoken to your father and we've decided that we should probably get you on some new medications. Are you alright with that?" Susan asks first thing as I step into her room and get settled in on the couch.
I smile sharply, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth and nodding.
"What are you wanting to put me on?"
She flips through my file, "Fluoxetine, otherwise known as Prozac. An antidepressant you can take on your bad days, it will just help you calm down when you feel manic. Estazolam to help with the insomnia. It will both help you sleep and stay asleep. You don't need to take every day either, they're just there if you do need them. See them as little helpers."
I nod, trying to comprehend her every word.
"You really think I'm depressed?" I mutter curiously, fidgeting with my fingers. I don't feel depressed.
"I have reason to believe so."
I sigh, "I don't feel depressed."
I feel great, Jacob makes me feel great. She nods, looking up at me with empathetic eyes.
"Sometimes you don't feel it, it just sneaks up on you. But don't worry, you're going to have something to help you feel better when you realise you're feeling this way." She explains, talking to me in a tone as if I were a fragile little child. I don't like that.
"What if I don't want them?" I ask.
"You don't have to take them. It's your choice, it's your body. It's just asked of you to take them when you feel you need to."
Jacob's pov
"Mister Bixenman, I can't say I was expecting to see you today. Everything alright?" The lovely Doctor Jane asks as I stroll through the hospital hallways to find her.
"Yes, I've just come by to see how you're doing." I shake her hand and flash her a charming smile.
She places a hand to her heart and grins, "Why thank you. I'm doing great, hospital's doing great. How are you, Jacob? How are the lungs?"
"They're just fine, they just kinda throw fits every now and again." I shrug while her face contorts a bit.
"That's not very good, why don't I give you a check-up?" She offers, pointing to the empty room next to us.
I scoff, "It's fine, don't worry about it."
She scoffs right back, "C'mon, I'm not going to be held responsible when you drown in your own body."
Groaning, I give in and follow her into the room. I sit down on the bed and cross my legs. Doctor Jane walks around the bed and lifts the stethoscope off of her shoulders.
"Sit up for me." She murmurs.
I sit up straight and sigh as she presses the scope to my back.
"Deep breaths please." She instructs. I do as told and breathe in and out heavily, staring at the boring old white wall in front of me.
"When does it hurt the worst?" She questions, pressing the scope to different sides of my back and chest.
"Uh, when I run, smoke, or uh- after sex." I stutter, feeling my cheeks go hot.
