I'll Help You Hide From Them

Tough to Fool

The two security guards decide that after last night, where they left me to take my sleeping pills by myself so I didn't, they now have to supervise me as I take them.

"Come on, you certainly need the rest after all the work you did today." O'Malley tells me.

"I want to do more work." I complain.

"But you look exhausted, being knocked unconscious doesn't help you become well rested." He counters.

I carefully reach out, taking two tablets since they spent so long reading the manual that I can't get away with only having one and trying to stay up anyway. I knock them back, swallowing them dry. The two security guards give me a look as if to tell me to open my mouth to be sure I'm not faking. I do so, avoiding eye contact with them in a mixture of shame and frustration.

"That's good, is there anything else you need to be well rested?" Wilson asks me.

"No." I murmur.

"We'll wake you up in time for your appointment which you missed today." O'Malley reminds me.

"Did you call to tell him I couldn't make it?" I ask.

"Yes, he seemed understanding as well as concerned for your well being." He replies.

"It's no secret that I'm losing it." I mutter bitterly.

"You're not losing it, there's a lot going on right now so there's no pressure for you to stay calm. We've worked with many others who've had their lives in danger but all of them were seeking help for their situation, none of them were doing better or worse than you right now and now they're back to life as normal." O'Malley reiterates me to reassure me.

"I don't know if I can believe any of that." I murmur, suddenly feeling the sleeping pills take effect.

I'm instantly held up when my body drops, both of them wasting no time in carrying me to the bed and tucking me in. I am partly thankful that I've already changed into my pyjamas to save them from undressing me. Having one watch me shower is enough humiliation for one day.

As my eyelids close, I see Wilson leave the room while O'Malley sits down on the seat next to my bed. I would whimper in fear but I drift off to sleep.

-

Hands shaking me awake causes me to flinch.

"It's okay. This is just so you can have breakfast before your appointment." O'Malley tells me.

"What time is it?" I ask wearily.

"4.30." He replies.

I groan tiredly.

"It's not that bad, come on, you'll feel more awake after you've had breakfast." He encourages, helping me to my feet and even handing me clothes to have me get dressed.

I slowly get dressed, almost dragged out of the room to the dining room. While I'm eating, they unlock the door for Kier to come in. He looks exhausted.

"Hey Drew." He smiles wearily.

"How'd it go?" I ask him.

"I don't know. I think I need to catch some sleep though." He adds.

Wilson hands him some food, sitting him down at the table with me. Kier digs right into the meal, probably since he's had nothing but bar food all night.

"Was there anyone who was acting strange around you?" I ask him.

"There were a few, it's a strange crowd but I know how to wriggle my way in." He replies between mouthfuls of his very late dinner.