One Less Pill - Sequel to With One Pill - A Jamilton Smut and Story

I don't have it - 1

ANNA'S POV

I woke up silently, without stirring or making any sounds. I sat up in my bed. I looked to my right and found a young man sleeping next to me. I looked to my left and saw a picture of my brother and his husband and son on my side table. I looked in front of me and saw a white door. Everything was quiet and calm.

I took a deep, shuddering breath.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" I screamed, tears suddenly falling free from their bound. I trashed against the bed, screaming and crying until my voice turned hoarse. John jerked up, looking at me with a crazed expression as he rubbed the dormancy out of his eyes. He grabbed my shoulders.

"Anna!! Anna what's wrong?! Anna!!" He yelled, turning me around. I looked at him, my lower lip quivering. My legs and arms stopped moving.

"She's right." I whispered. I fell into his chest and bawled, holding onto his shirt for dear life.

"Wh-what? Anna, who's right? Please baby, you're scaring me, we should go see Thom-"

"SHE'S RIGHT JOHN, SHE WAS RIGHT!" I cried aimlessly, holding his waist. He shushed me and stroked my head, his own hands shaking.

I coughed, spittle sputtering out of my mouth as I tried to breathe properly. I looked up at him, my eyes still glossy with tears.

"I don't her to be right, Jacky. But she is. Something is wrong with me. I'm sorry Jacky, I'm so sorry..." I continued to cry into his chest, not daring to let go. John continued to stroke my hair. He looked out in front of him, a far-away look settling into his eyes.

"No." he muttered.

"Something was wrong with that dad of yours, love. But nothing is wrong with you." He said calmly. At least my husband sounded calm. But if I had looked up and faced him, I would have known that he was drowning in his own river of tears.

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JOHN'S POV

I just dropped Anna off at the high school, where we both teach. I teach art and she teaches literature. We both lived in our own apartment now, not too far away from Alex and Thomas and the rest of the gang. My boss, the principal, Mr. Carlos, said I didn't start until next week.

Anna is not okay. And I'm scared because we both know it. The doctor said she had Agno Phelebria, and had gotten it from Alex. After Anna had fucking punched her, everyone in the room knew something was wrong. She was taken to a hospital room after she fainted, and that's when the doctor, whose name was Ms. Alaine, filled us in on my wife's predicament.

Evidently, this mental disease affects every victim differently. For Alex, poor guy, it made him scare of the closest thing in reality he had; Thomas. For Anna, it made her mad. Really mad. And so far, we don't know who specifically she will get mad at. She hasn't gotten mad at me, if anything she's more clingy. Which is fine, because I love her. And I don't want to lose her. I can't lose her. I can't.

I shake my head as I drive to Alex's apartment. She will be fine. Anna will be absolutely fine, I decided.

Third Person

Alex had just finished a quick meeting with Washington and was heading back to his apartment. After was happened yesterday, Thomas and him needed a break. They weren't gonna take no for answer, and God forbid, Washington wasn't gonna give them one.

"Now you take care of her, son. She'll be fine, trust me." He had said.

Thomas sat on the couch, holding his head in his hands. Alex closed the front door behind him and quietly sat down next to him. They sat in silence before Thomas drew a short breathe.