Another Boy Without A Sharper Knife (Kellic)

Chapter 9

Vic POV

Alex came back early in the morning around 5. I only knew because I couldn't sleep and I heard people talking down the hall. I could hear Kellin's voice and a nurse. Curiosity got the best of me as I walked to the door, sticking my head out. They weren't even looking my way so no one noticed. The only noise besides the talking coming down the hall was Oli lightly snoring.

Alex, Kellin, and the nurse were standing in the hall outside of their room, Kellin rubbing his eyes as the nurse held Alex up. He looked drugged to the point of being a zombie.

"What did you give him?" Kellin said pretty loudly, anger in his voice. No one seemed to wake up though.

"He's just on a lot of Klonopin, it's an anti anxiety almost like a tranquilizer. He's on suicide watch, you know how it is Kellin." (A/N I was on that medicine and I couldn't stop drooling. It's horrible.)

"What even happened?" Kellin asked Alex who just seemed to stutter. He wasn't even forming real words. Kellin turned to the nurse instead.

"You know I can't tell you that. Just go back to sleep for a little. I'll be sitting out in front of the door so keep it open." Kellin huffed and led Alex into the room. It just struck me now that the guys probably didn't know what happened to Alex. I was the only one there despite the yelling.

The nurse grabbed a chair from the office and set it outside the open door of Kellin's room. That must be a sucky job, just sitting there watching Alex all day. I felt more bad for Alex though of course. He was all doped up which wasn't exactly right. It made me a little uncomfortable thinking that if I broke down they would do that to me. I guess it did calm him down though.

He kinda looked like Austin the first day I got here... Just hollow. I pushed the thoughts out of my head and walked back in my room, flopping down on the bed. It was so early but I couldn't find myself falling back asleep. Everything just had my thoughts spinning. Thankfully an hour later there was a knock on the door.

Oli was brought out of sleep pretty quickly. "Fuck off Kellin," he mumbled, not turning to the door. It wasn't Kellin though, it was nurse McMahon.

"Language Oliver and I don't want to know why you would think that it would be Kellin at the door this early." Oli just mumbled again. "Anyway Vic, the doctor is in to see you."

"This early?" I asked, it wasn't even 7am yet.

"He's an early riser," nurse McMahon said, a little smile playing on her lips. I nodded and got up, following her down the hall to a small office I didn't notice before. Dr. Way was sitting there, jotting down notes on a pad. He looked up when the nurse shut the door.

"Hello Vic," he greeted, getting up to shake my hand. I took it then sat down in the chair opposite him.

"So you're up early," I said yawning. The bright lights were effecting my eyes, my pupils going to pinpoints. I hate walking into an abnormally bright room after being in the dark all night.

"Yes," Dr. Way said. "I have to come here in the morning, my practice during the day, and the hospital at night. It's always busy for me." He explained. I can't imagine having to run around like that. I wonder what it was like dealing with the mentally ill all day. Was it easy? Probably not. You would listen to sick minds. I wonder if he ever felt the way I did? That's not a question I could ask though.

"Anyway, enough about me. How are you?" Do I lie? I want to get out of here so maybe. I settled for the half truth.

"Um, I don't know I'm just... Here." He nodded, writing down notes.

"Elaborate please."

"Okay," I sighed, hating that I had to talk about this stuff. "I just want out of here. It's so boring but I just feel neutral, like the world could crumble around me and I wouldn't care."