one night // colby brock

fifty four | nice pyjamas

Ronnie's POV

It was my 3rd month here at Los Angeles Memorial Recovery Centre.

I had met other people who had been in my situation.

I just miss home.

Most importantly.

I miss Colby.

Me and my therapist had been meeting every week.

She had told me that it wasn't my fault.

And it wasn't Colby's.

It was a sick man who did this too me.

I feel way more at ease than my first week here.

Lucas had been in trail at court and sentenced to 35 years.

Harsh? No. Reasonable? Most definitely.

I was snapped out of thought as I heard a knock on the door.

Knock knock.

I looked up to find a nurse who worked on this ward,

"Good morning, Miss Smith. We got a phone call in the office saying that you had a visitor" they said with a welcoming smile.

"A visitor? I though we weren't allowed visitors?" I say swinging my feet over my bed and onto the cold flooring.

I didn't know why I was excited.

I hadn't seen anyone for a 3 months.

No friends or family.

Unfortunately, no Colby either.

My doctor said it was best that I didn't see Colby until I was able to go home.

Since the nature of the assault.

Since the nature of me and Colby's relationship.

Any physical contact or strong emotional connections could trigger something.

I didn't ask what it could trigger because I didn't want to know.

I didn't want to think that I couldn't be around Colby.

It has been unbearable thinking about it.

Every morning was hard.

Walking up without him beside me,

"Guess it's your lucky day then".

I jumped up out of bed with the most energy I have had since being here.

Running down the halls in nothing but pyjamas and fluffy socks.

As I ran past people in wheelchairs and nurses, I could only focus on one thing.

Who was the visitor?

I took a sharp turn and could see the familiar brown door at the end of the hall.

I halted as I stopped in front of the door.

Catching my breath.

Taking a deep breath.

I knocked on my therapists door, reading the bold letters like always.

DR. ROSE TRYNER

I opened the door and there sat my bestfriend.

I was so happy to see them.

I broke out in a triumphant cry.

Shocked, I ran at them as they held open wide arms.

I dug my face into their shoulder,

"Nice pyjamas, loser"