Things Change

Chapter 14

I had stayed in Phil's room last night. He let my borrow some of his clothes today and we were about to head to the hospital. I was absolutely terrified of what would happen. I was still in pain and me and Phil stayed silent through the entire drive, up until we pulled into the parking lot and laid back on my seat.

"Look Dan, everything will be okay. The doctors are going to help you." Phil said trying to comfort me.

I took a deep breath and nodded my head before we stepped out of the car. We walked into the waiting room and Phil talked to the lady at the front desk for me before walking back.

"Ok, they will call you in five minutes." Phil informed

I rolled up my sleeve a little bit and looked at my arm. Each cut had a memory.

"Phil, will I be happy soon?" I asked.

"Absolutely baby." Phil said while putting his arms around me.

I leaned my head back and exhaled. The waiting room was quiet besides so slight talking and what could be crying. After a little longer a doctor came out and called my name. He was very tall and had pure brown hair. I kissed Phil on the cheek before following him through the white hallways into a bleak room. I sit down and he sits across from me.

"Ok, Daniel Howell?" He asks.

"Yes but, I prefer Dan." I whisper.

"Okay, I am going to go ahead and check your heartbeat and blood pressure before we move on to the more intense stuff, could you roll up your sleeve?" He asked.

I was scared. I started to tremble and he grabbed the medical tools. I grab my sleeve and pulled it up carefully. He turned around and saw my arm. He didn't seem phased by it, he went ahead and strapped the machine on and squeezed the little rubber pump (excuse my bullshit medical talk). After that, he checked my heart beat.

"Ok Dan, your pretty lucky. Despite all that happened you shouldn't be permanently damaged physically and all the cuts shouldn't leave scars that are too bad but, unfortunately I can't say the same about your mental health. During the exam, we will check the wounds on your body so we can find plenty of evidence and throw your parents in jail, we will examine your mental state and what problems that you could be dealing with, and how long you will be in physical pain. Does that all sound good with you?" He asked calmly.

"Yeah, I suppose." I whisper.

He hands me and hospital gown and leaves. After I change, I wait until he comes back and leads we to a larger room with nurses everywhere. After they lay me down they start examining my arms, torso, legs, and face before moving to brain scans and questions. After about an hour, the main Doctor leaves the room and comes back with a clipboard, he hands it over and there is a list.

"These are mental health problems that you could deal with."

Depression
Anxiety
PTSD
Anorexia
Schizophrenia
Absence seizures

I froze at the last one.

"Umm, what are absence seizures."

"Well Dan, this shouldn't be a common thing but, every once in a while you might get an absence seizure which means that brain sort of... stops. You will freeze, your face emotionless, nothing can snap you back to reality but, when it's over you don't know anything happens. Now, these problems aren't completely confirmed so, I would suggest visiting a psychologist about this. So, are you here with anyone?"

"Yes, Phil. He is my b-boyfriend." I stumble, not being used to saying that.

"Alright, I'll go ahead and explain what's happening to him. You can come down to the waiting room whenever your ready." The man stands up and walks out the door, a nurse hand me my clothes and follows him, I am left alone with just my thoughts.

I quickly get dressed. I want to get out of here as fast as I can. I quickly walk down the hallways and see Phil with his hands covering his face. I carefully walk over and sit down in front of him. I place my head on his thigh and he quickly looks down. I smile up at him. He smiles back but, I can see how stressed he is.

"I'm finally going to be happy" I say excitedly.

He pulls me into a tight hug. I whisper in his ear.

"Can we go be happy at home?"

I smiles and stands up before grabbing my hand. We walk to my car and lean back. I switch on the radio where "Holding on to you." by Twenty One Pilots is playing. Phil lights up.

"Oh, I love this song!" Phil half screams.

I laugh and turn to the volume up. I start driving as me and Phil belt out the lyrics. Before we know it, we are home. We lay down on the couch.

"Umm Dan, when are we gonna get your stuff from your old house?" Phil choked out.

I pause, I hadn't thought about that.

"Could we do it now? If we do I won't have to do it later and I can finally get that stupid house out of my life."

Phil nods and stand up, leading me back into the car. The drive is silent. We finally pull up. I suppress the urge to cry. I walk in and look down at what was laying on the ground. The tears fall out with no warning and no chance of stopping, Phil runs up.

"Hey baby, what's wrong." He says while hugging me.

I point at the floor and look up at him my tears are scared.

He looks over at me with wide eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay. You will be fine. It doesn't mean anything. Nothing will happen." Phil rambles.

I look up him, struggling to believe him after seeing...

Authors Note
Am I guilty for leaving you with no content and ending this with a cliffhanger? Not at all.