Awaking from my bad dream, I realize all too quickly it was short of a bad dream. Reality sets in.
Off white colored monitors with alien tubes connect with a needle in my arm, strange beeping noises in the background muffled by the shut door.
"Where the heck...am I?" Rolling my head back, the bed frames stop me from falling to the side, nearly dropping to the floor once more. Observing my surroundings, I notice a doctor sheet laid astray on the table next to my bed. Glancing it over, bold handwriting, barely legible, print: Fatigue/ Mental health/ Heatstroke
'Ahaha, so that's what happened. I wonder how long before I can get out of here, I'm sure Dr. Michael knows of this by now...and just as I was getting off the meds...'
Leaning back uncomfortably, a small knock alerts me, head not so foggy.
'What was that girl talking about before I passed out? Something bitchy, of course. Nothing less of that valley girl, ungrateful, stuck up-'
"Hey Tyler! Sorry for barging in, we just noticed you woke up so soon, and wanted to check in with you and...." A nurse steps in, cutting my thoughts off rudely with a cheerful way too pleasant grin.
'Ugh leave me to die already.' A scornful scowl reaches my face, digging deep into my jaw.
"We will make sure that you're well situated and then you'll be free to go after that! Aren't you thrilled?" Smiling at me, I look away, my eyes barfing on me already.
"No..." I whisper out, realizing the mistake right away.
"What? Sweetie, how come? Do you have bullies? Divorce...depression?" Digging into the side of the bed, her weight pulls the sheets down, making me more agitated by her willingness to help, all but dying then.
"No! Please just leave me alone." Hugging my arms protectively over my torso, I feel the need to shy away from this woman. With her all to similar eyes and hair, the trauma starts flooding in again.
"G...go away!" Forcefully, I push her off the mattress, her heels clicking in a rush on the tile floors. Her solemn face makes me feel icky and sick, almost like she knows what I'm thinking.
Sighing defeated, I hear her scramble out of the room, heels clicking softly with the beeping and clatter open in front of her.
'I want to go home.'
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Tiger Stripped Leggings {Joshler}
FanfictionWhen visiting a local mall, Josh meets a boy in stripped leggings. Swollen smiles and poetry verses in, with an occasional personal walk to the mall, he realizes something He has completely fallen for the boy. Tyler lives a luxury life with his dad...
