Sweet Nothing • (book one) jb

eleven

"...we can get you help from every place around the world."

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I started to open my eyes when I felt a damp substance wipe across my forehead. I was trying to open my eyes to see what it was, but I thought I failed when everything around me was a complete blur. I could see the faint outlining of a body hovering above me and a bright light shined through my eyes.

Wincing at the sudden light contact, I heard a light chuckle come through the person's mouth. I was already confused enough at the thought of not knowing what in the world hapened to me and why everything was such a blur and now to this unfamiliar chuckle.

"Are you feeling okay Miss. Smith?" The person, who now I could clearly tell was a man asked.

My eye sight started to become normal and after a few seconds I saw a man standing above me wearing a suit and tie with glasses and a stethoscope around his neck. He was a doctor.

''Like shit." I stated and tried to sit up, but when I did my head pounded causing me to fall back on the bed with a groan.

Why was I hurting like this? How did I end up in bed? Why was there a doctor here?

"Well, Alex I'm Dr. Mason, Justin's at home doctor and you seem to have fainted. I took some blood samples and sent them to my office and it seems like you have gone through withdrawal." He said as he started to shuffle through some papers that were on his clipboard.

The withdrawal sounded familiar to me, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I furrowed my eyesbrows together trying to think of what it was, but I quickly regretted that decison once my head started to hurt even worse. What was wrong with me?

It was as if the doctor could tell that I was confused and he slightly laughed as he looked me in the eyes. I wasn't really sure I wanted to know what it was at that moment. Was it going to be bad?

"Withdrawal is also known as drug withdrawal, a stage in the recovery process. It's a reaction in your body when you stop using drugs or alcohol. It usually only occurs if a person used drugs on a daily basis. It can be a life threating condition in some cases, but you were lucky enough that it wasn't." He said and I swear my eyes popped out of my head.

I could have died and not even known what for, again.

"Were you a drug addict, Miss. Smith?" Dr. Mason asked after a moment of silence.

I looked up to meet his blue eyes and saw that he had arched his eyebrow and was looking at me intently. I swear I could feel sweat dripping down my forehead as I gulped. I wasn't the type of person to just go around talking about my issues with people I didn't even know. Doctor or not, I certainly didn't know Dr. Mason and I wasn't really sure if I could answer his question.

"Thank you for coming Dr. Mason. I don't know what we would've done without you." Pattie suddenly appeared beside Dr. Mason and started to push him out of the room.

I sighed of relief knowing that she knew I wasn't comfortable. She was always there to rescue me.

I heard the front door slam shut from the down the stairs and I knew he was gone. I laid my head back down on my pillow and shut my eyes wanting this headache to disappear. It was utterly painful, a sensation that I never felt before.

"You look like you just got hit by a truck." I heard Pattie chuckle.

I smiled at her and opened my eyes only to see her making her way over to my bed. I always loved that she had a sense of humor and always made the worst situations into funny ones. She always made everything better.