Schizophrenia //h.s/NOT CONTINUTED

Chapter 5

[[WRITTEN BY FOREVER_212]]

"Louis why have you brought me here?"

"Harry,look, I'm worried about you, and I don't know how to help you. So, a psychiatrist is just going to check that you're ok-"

"I don't need a doctor! I'm not sick!" I snap. Louis's always fussing. He just needs to learn that I can look after myself.

"Harry, just listen to me." He has a stern face. I bet he's going to lecture me now. "Look at yourself. You're clearly suffering from grief, and you need help to move on. Anyone would. I would want you to take me to a doctor if-"

"She's not dead! You just don't understand! It's you who should be seeing the doctor."

"C'mon. If you're well, the doctor won't need to see you again, and I'll leave you alone. Ok?"

I continue to moan, but find myself walking with Louis into the surgery. It's stupid. I don't need a doctor.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" The lady at reception asks.

"Could you point us in the direction of the psychiatric ward, love? My friend has an appointment."

"Sure." The lady at the desk begins to describe directions to Louis, but I don't listen. My mind is elsewhere. I hear shouting, and the room begins to turn into a blurry mess. I feel myself lose orientation, and my mind is taken back to another time.

*FLASHBACK*

**"Where are they taking her?" I asked the lady at the desk, hurriedly.

"To the emergency room, down the corridor and on the left."

"Thanks!" I call, running down the corridor. I saw Jess lying, lifelessly, on the hospital bed.

My heart skipped a beat, and I drew in a long breath. Her long brown hair was matted with blood, and her eyes are shut. Then she was quickly hidden from my view by a crowd of doctors and medics. They rushed her bed down the corridor, and she disappeared.**

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"Harry! Hellooooo! Anyone at home?" Louis shouting at me. My mind is dragged back, kicking and screaming, to the present.

I find myself standing in the center of a long corridor, staring aimlessly into the distance.

"Are you ok? Do you want to sit down or something?" Louis expression turns from a gentle smile to a concerned glare. "There's a waiting room just down this corridor."

I breathe in the hospital smell, and it stings my lungs. I hate hospitals. Everything about them gives off the scent of dying. We walk quite slowly to the end of the corridor, and turn a corner into a waiting room. The room becomes a blur, and I feel faint. My head begins to spin, and I quickly find a chair, stumbling about like a drunkard.

*FLASHBACK*

**"Here's an ice pack for that bruise." A lady handed me a cool bag wrapped in a paper towel. I held it up to my head, but I felt my hands shaking so I quickly put it on my lap. The lady looked concerned. "You don't look so good. Are you sure you're ok?"

"I'm fine, just concentrate on Jess. How's she doing?" I heard myself answer.

"Well, she's in a critical state, but don't you worry - she has some of the best doctors in the country to look after her. Meanwhile, let's get a doctor to take a look at you."**

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"I don't need a doctor!" I shout, but the woman has disappeared. The waiting room has changed a little, and Louis is staring at me. Actually, everyone is staring at me.