Consumed

Chapter 5

I get to the table, drop my bags on the floor and pull my phone out of the front pocket of the bag. I glance over to the doctor and see him finishing up his conversation and starting to walk over to my mom which I would have thought she would have already have left by now. He gets to her and says a couple things, she looks a little worried. He says another thing and she nods. then they walk away. 

About fifteen minutes later a nurse walks up to me. Hello, she says in a really happy voice.  

I look up at her what is it  I say. 

still holding a smile she says well, we have to take your bags and search them. then we will give them back when your doctor sees it fit to give them back. 

I look at her with disgust. Fine I say and she picks up my two bags. she walks to the front desk puts them behind the desk picks up what I think is a pad of paper and pen maybe a pencil. then walks back to me. Oh, and I forgot we need your phone also, but we have paper and a pencil for you. she says.

  I groan and hand her my phone, but not without asking when I will get it back. On calling days she says. I slap it into her hand, angry that I have to give up my only connection to the outside world. 

She slides over the paper and pencil. Can I have a pen?  I ask  Nope she says.

I was probably sitting in that seat for about two more hours just scribbling away at the paper. When my arms started to hurt, but not like the ow I've drawn/written to much its an ow it feels like I ripped open my wound and its about to bleed everywhere kinda ow. sure enough, when I looked down at my right arm the entire bandage was soaked in dark red blood. It hurt, but I ignored it because maybe if I did then the desk ladies wouldn't notice and I would pass out and die.  So, I went back to drawing but now with my left hand. 

I was about ten minutes into drawing again when Dr. lightning came back. he stopped at the table, pulled out a chair and sat down right in front of me. Ok, he says and we have decided that since you have just come back from the hospital from trying to kill yourself we are going to put you on PSI Level 3. That means Personal Self Injury Level 3 which is our highest level of PSI. You will be put into a room alone and with have to wear hospital issued clothes for right now. until you can get to regular level 1.