Love Forever || Jawyer

Chapter 57: Stay High

Chapter 57: Stay High

Staying in my play pretend.
Where the fun ain't got no end.
Can't go home alone again.
Need someone to numb the pain.
You're gone and I got to stay high.
All the time.
High ..all the time.
High.. all the time.
To Keep You Off My Mind
-Stay High, Hippie Sabotage, Tove Lo...

[Joey's POV]

I felt terrible after completely rejecting him. I actually need him. But, I could tell he was smoking. If he wasn't, I would have immediately taken him back.

I grab the medicenes off the counter. I walk over to the check-out and the counterlady weirdly stares at me.

"What?" I growl. I put the medicene on the check-out counter and pay. She shakes her head, sighs, and puts the item into the bag. She hands the bag to me and I leave. I check to see if Sawyer's car is still there. It's gone.

Where does he even go?

[Sawyer's POV]

I arrive at his house soon after I had spoken to him. He opens the door slightly and pulls me inside. He shuts the door behind him and goes down to the basement.

"Can I follow?" I ask, loud enough for him to hear.

"If you want." I hear him say. I decide to stay here and I sit down on his couch.

He comes back, holding the thing I have wanted.

He's gone and I've got to stay high.
He hands me it and I just stare at it. Should I even do this?

Yes. Because it'll make you feel a whole lot better.

Weed.

[Joey's POV]

I had sat in my car for at least 20 minutes. I hold my hand tightly as the pain got worser.

I think it'd be best if I went to the hospital.

I place one hand on the steering wheel, take a deep breath, and make my way to the nearest hospital.

....

....

I arrive at the hospital in a quick second. I push myself not to fall over or anything. I look at my injured hand. It's swollen.

Disgusting, I think.

I walk inside and check-in. The woman there looks at me and looks at my hand. Her eyes widen.

"You'll be first to be called, okay?" She says, urgently.

"That's fine." I say, and I go ahead to sit down. Literally two minutes later, a doctor calls my name. I look at the others who have probably been waiting for the longest amount of time. A few groan and others sigh as I make my way to the doctor.

"Joey, right?" She asks. I nod. "Follow me, darling."

I follow her to a small room fit enough for two people.

I sit on the hospital bed. The doctor closes the door behind herself and looks at me. I hold out my injured hand, which seems to be throbbing.

"Oh dear." She whispers as she examines my hand. "What happened?" She asks. She takes brings out a clipboard with a paper on it. I could tell it was a form and my name was on it.

"I..I punched a wall.." She writes that down.

"How come?" She looks at me.

"Anger." She nods.

"Do you drink often or smoke often?" I shake my head.

"I drink at parties.." She nods once again.