hospital beds:: remington leith au

[chapter thirteen]

a few days passed of rather boring routine-ness. i got put on a trial of a new medication that'll hopefully regulate my swings, and i started anger management yesterday. not fun, if i'm honest. the meds make me nauseous and anger management is stupid as hell, but that's not important because right now i'm in my happy place. laying in the music room floor with remington, hand in hand, talking about our futures.

"i wanna get signed, make music and make people happy" rem says to me, snapping me out of a trance i didn't even realise i was in. "but you already knew that. em's been second guessing the band thing too as of late. says he wants to do some sort of soul searching thing before he gets old and complacent. so i might do it solo, with you by my side for moral support. or it'll just be me and seb. who knows?"

i nod, listening to him. "well, i understand emerson's not wanting to get complacent but it kinda sucks he might leave on you"

"i know, i know. he says he'll definitely play with us for a few years before he leaves, if he does. but as long as he's happy, i'm happy. that's my baby brother right there and if the band will make him feel tied down i want him to be no part of it, y'know?" he rambles. i let him talk cause i know he likes to do it.

"yeah, i know, baby. can i be real for a second?" i ask and he nods, so i smile. "i don't know where i'm going after this. i haven't really had the time to plan for my future cause i've never figured out what i want to do. i like photography a lot though, so i could maybe do that and tour with you as your photographer"

"yes. yes. absolutely. a thousand times yes. let's do it. you're palaye royale's official photographer now" he rushes out excitedly and i giggle at him. sometimes he really is nothing but a little kid trapped in a big, (not)scary goth boy body.

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once again we are in the stupid group therapy room being forced to listen to everyone's stupid problems. i say this as if most of us don't just sit here and tune out whoever is talking, laying them no real attention if we don't have to. rem and i are currently just sitting here across from each other, making faces back and forth as a desperate attempt to find some entertainment, just so that we don't bang our heads against the wall out of boredom.

it doesn't work though. we both end up so bored we nearly fall asleep, but we're required to attend group therapy, so we went. and of course that means we went together, hand in hand before taking our seats. we both had to share again today which is absolute bullshit, but you gotta do what you gotta do to get by i guess. we both just want to get out of here.

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rem and i went to the dining hall after group therapy to grab a bite to eat because if we don't, they'll think something is wrong and we'll have to go in for a meeting and then get stuck here longer. just because we were in the music room chilling.

so, i went to go refill our drinks after our meal and was gone for a solid two minutes, if that, but as i'm walking back, i happen to see savannah's grimy ass hanging off rem like he's a coat rack. he is visibly uncomfortable and trying to push her away. i can see his lips moving, and from reading his lips i think he's saying things along the line of "no get off me, i have a girlfriend, savannah i'm not interested, i don't like you."  and she appears to be saying things like "well ophelia isnt here right now so she will never know, come on remington, im better for you anyway, you know you like me."

at this point i was visibly shaking with anger. my fists clenched around the plastic cups in my hands, crushing the plastic and causing the drinks to spill out all over myself and the floor. did i care? no. i threw the cups down and stalked angrily over to them. i grabbed savannah by the collar of her shirt and ripped her off of him. i could see for a split second the look on remington's face. he looked a mixture of amused, scared, and proud?

"listen up you dumb fucking whore! how dare you not only disrespect me and my relationship but disrespect him? if he is visibly uncomfortable, trying to push you off and saying leave me alone i don't like you, the normal fucking thing to do as a respectful fucking person is to get the fuck up and leave them the fuck alone!" i damn near scream at her, then backhanding her across the face so hard that she probably saw the second coming of christ, albeit i don't believe in any of that religious stuff.

"ophelia chevrolet! my office now!" says, out of all therapists, my anger management therapist who happened to be watching over the dining hall this evening.

ah fuck. i'm in trouble.

"wait here." i say to rem, quickly walking away.

i get to the therapists office and she tells me to sit and explain. i tell her what happened and why i did it and all the things that savannah's bitch ass said. putting more emphasis on the fact that she likely would've sexually assaulted remington had i not started a scene, as he's too quiet of a guy to have started one himself. he would've just shoved her back as much as possible. that's the part that hurt me the worst, sparked my anger even more.

the therapist looks at me, sighs heavily and says "honestly,  you've been really good recently and i'm really proud of you for how far you've come. so, i'm going to let this one slide on a warning because it was justified. go back to remington and tell savannah to come here"

"thanks doc. i think i'm actually starting to like you now" i chuckle and say as i get up and march proudly away from the office.

i keep my pride visible as i walk my happy ass into the cafeteria, smirking, as everyone stares at me. they're all still in shock. i very loudly announce "savannah! you're wanted in dr. smith's office for trying to sexually assault my boyfriend." i shoot an evil grin over at her as she kind of cowers at me. she's scared. she knows i'll beat the living shit out of her.

i walk over to remington while savannah is still staring at me with fear and anger. i grab his face, pull him to me and plant a huge kiss on him, just because i know she's watching. i can hear her get up and storm out of the room.

"how did you get out of that one?" rem asks after we break away.

"i've been doing good on the new med run and in my management courses and doc smith said it was kinda justified on my end, so she let it slide. basically i got off on a technically this round."

"nice!" he says, giving me a high five.

"i know right? huh guess my anger's okay when it's towards her."
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