His Name Is Blurryface *Joshler*

16

As Tyler fell asleep for the night, Josh retreated out of the bed and back into his office. Just as he was closing the door to Tyler’s room, Josh felt a huge pat land in between his shoulder blades.

“What’s up bro?!”

“Brendon! Shut up!! He’s sleeping…” Josh whisper screamed back.

“Geez, geez okay. So, what’s up bro?” Brendon replied in his inside voice, which really isn’t an inside voice.

“Eh, not much I guess. I know you want to know about Tyler. I know you also know about patient confidentiality. So. All I’m going to tell you is that he’s doing good.”

“Duuunnnnnn c’mon man. I came all the way here for that?!”

“Yeah, now please move so I can update to Patrick.” Josh says as he begins to take the route leading to Patrick’s office.

“You update him, but not me?!?!” Brendon whines, following Josh like a lost puppy.

“Yes Bren, because he’s my boss and you’re not.” Josh states as he stops in front of Patrick’s door, blocked by Brendon. “Now please, for the love of coffee, /move/.”

“Ughgh. You’re no fun!” Brendon complains while stepping aside.

“Mhm. Bye Bren.”

“Bye loser!” Brendon says, earning an eye roll from Josh.

With that, Josh knocks on the door and walks in.

“Hey ‘trick!” Josh greets, taking a seat in the chair across from Patricks desk.

“Hey Dun! Here to give me an update?” Patrick asks, turning his chair from his computer screen to Josh.

“Yup.” Josh responds, popping the p.

“Okay, hold on. Let me get the medical records up.” Patrick says, maneuvering around all of his open desktops and tabs. “Alright, I’m good.”

“Okay, overall Tyler has been doing amazing. Honestly. He’s made such progress over just a few days that it’s crazy. Aside from panic attacks, which are inevitable. He talks to me Pat! He talks to me!!” Josh exclaims over-enthusiastically, the hand gestures included, of course.

“Wait. Really?” Patrick asks with uncertainty, looking up from his computer screen.

“Yes really!!! He shared with me his main fears and he talked more about Blurry to me. He basically refers to Blurry as all the depressive thoughts. He personifies them. I think that makes it easier for him to confront them…”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Patrick thinks aloud while continuing to type.

“He has the same driving factors as anyone else with depression. The better off dead, burden, no one cares thoughts. He now knows that I care and that has allowed him to open up to me a bit.”

“Dang, that’s really impressive Josh. No kidding. You got him to talk in days, the other hospital couldn’t get him to talk for five years. Seriously, how do you do it?”

“I don’t know? I guess I try to remember how I felt when I was here. What I wanted to hear, what I wanted people to do. I remember how I felt and give what I wanted to my patients. I mean, you gotta connect with them before you try to pry information out of them. You gotta make sure they know that you’re here for them, truly.”

“Wow, that’s a really good way to put it Josh...and look. I know this is off topic now, but you have to know how proud I am of you. I still remember doing my residency here while you were a patient. I’m so proud of how far you’ve come.” Patrick says sincerely, saving the notes and closing the browser.

“Same ‘trick. Same.” Josh says genuinely as he gets up from the chair and waves goodbye.