trigger warning: explained suicide
tyler held his head up and glanced at the hospital clock. he had been here for nine hours. they were waiting for a psychiatric doctor to come asses him.
he was so tired, but every time he had tried to sleep, he couldn't stop hearing the voices.
the security guard out in the hallway sat, patiently watching him. he was required to be around tyler all the time, he even had to wait outside the stall when he went to the bathroom.
tyler simply did not want to see his family because he couldn't look them in the eye. ever since his parents were children, they had been heavily religious. and according to the bible, you went to hell if you killed yourself.
a tear rolled down tyler's cheek for what seemed like the fiftieth time that day. when was that goddamn psychiatric doctor coming? he was almost going insane from boredom.
it was three in the morning. the doctor wasn't coming until eleven am. tylers head hit the pillow. he didn't remember falling asleep, but the next moment, a nurse was waking him up to take his vitals. as they recorded his temperature and blood pressure, tyler checked the clock again. five am. six more hours.
he slept again, this time he woke up at six am due to a patient screaming for help. when the nurses rushed to his aid, he started cussing them out.
tyler made a decision. the ER is awful.
he woke up at eight when they brought him breakfast in a styrofoam box, the kind that you get if you have leftovers from a restaurant. there was slimey bacon and watery eggs. he gulped it down.
tyler slept three more hours, occasionally being wakened to have vitals checked, until a skinny woman with short black hair poked him awake.
"hello mr. joseph." she said condescendingly. she shut the curtain around his bed.
"i'm gonna have to ask you some questions in order to decide what kind of help is best for you." she clicked her pen on a clipboard.
tyler rubbed his eyes. "okay." he mumbled.
"so tyler, why are you here?" she slightly smiled.
"well, i tried to end my life." tyler stated. didn't she know that already?
"how?" she said, scribbling stuff down.
"by- uh- slitting my wrists." tyler scratched the back of his head.
"i see." she said. she inhaled sharply. "okay, so how long have you felt suicidal?"
"a month or two." scribble scribble
"and how long have you been feeling depressed?"
"a couple of years."
she pressed her lips together and nodded. "mmhm."
"are you still having thoughts of suicide?"
"yes." was it good to be honest?
"do you have a plan?"
"no." and if i did, why would i tell you?
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