hello, my people. i know that it's been over a year since i've updated hospital for souls. but i am back! i have missed it and i know all of you have too. please forgive me if this chapter is shitty, it's been awhile since i've updated. but thank you all for sticking around. i love you and enjoy. ❤️ also, sorry this chapter is shorter than the others.
Richie continues to throw up, he throws up so much that all that comes out is bile. He splits his cuts open yet again and watches the blood trickle down his arm and mix with the water, turning it pink and floating down the drain. Richie can't tell if tears are streaming down his face or if it's the sprinkling water falling down from up above.
Rusty tries to help him, but Richie pushes him away, refusing.
Some time passes and Richie eventually cleans himself up. Rusty leads him to the nurses office straight away, his arm being wrapped once more.
"Do you want to see your doctor or do you think you'll be okay for the night?" the kind lady asks.
"I'll be okay," Richie mumbles as he traces the wrap on his arm. He hops down from the table and trudges his way back to his room. Rusty unlocks his door and asks the same question 'are you going to be okay?', Richie nods. "If I don't feel okay, I'll call for you." the boy says in a low tone as he walks through the door, shutting it.
Richie plops on his bed with a long sigh. He curls up in the same blanket the night Bill held him, lying in the same exact position.
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The next morning, Bill is woken up by one of the assistants. He sits up, hand flying to the back of his head as shooting pain rises. His hand is covered in blood, wound already scabbing over.
Panicky tears flood Bill's eyes, he can't remember much of what happened last night. Bill's bottom lip quivers as he stares at the lady kneeling before him.
"You alright, Bill?" she asks gently.
"I-I-I don't know," Bill sucks in a sharp breath before letting out loud sobs. She leads Bill out to the nurses office to clean up his hand and get it wrapped.
As Bill props himself up on the table, he's over come with an odd sensation. He's not quite sure what it is or what he's feeling, but something about being in that room makes him feel calm. Maybe it's the fact that he's able to leave his room for a few minutes, or maybe it's the fact that Richie's presence is still lingering from the night before. He takes his meds, gets his hand wrapped and heads back to his room where breakfast is waiting for him.
"I'll be back in a little bit," the lady smiles and shuts Bill's door quietly. Bill stares at the food on the tray for quite some time before throwing it across the room, food splattering in every which way.
Bill punches the wall again, throwing himself onto his bed and screaming into his pillow. He kicks his feet as he begins to cry. How the hell did he end up here? Why couldn't he just obey the rules like he's supposed to?
Bill curses at himself as he sits upright and wipes away his angry tears. He looks at the food that's scattered all over the floor, some even on his walls. Bill grabs the tray and begins hitting his door handle with it over and over again, more angry tears streaming down his red cheeks.
One of the supervisors hears this and runs to Bill's room, unlocking the door and Bill almost hitting the girl right in her face.
"Hey, hey it's okay. Just calm down-"
"No!" Bill screams, throwing the tray at her.
The lady doesn't even flinch as she speaks into her walkie-talkie, asking for backup and someone to help clean out Bill's room as she takes him back to the nurse office.
"I think we're going to have to sedate him and isolate him for a while as his room gets cleaned out," the lady tells the nurse.
"W- what? Se- se- sedate me?! Why?!" Bill screams his questions, trying to get down off of the table he was placed on again.
"Bill, please," the nurse starts, "We need you to calm down." she requests as she fills a syringe with a sedative.
Bill screams again as he tries to kick away at the nurse, but fails as he's held down and is injected with the sedative. After a few moments Bill is relaxed against the table, laying completely still as his breathing evens out. The nurse suggests that he gets put in a straightjacket and the lady does so. Bill wants to fight back and protest against it but he's powerless.
As Bill is getting strapped around himself, his mind instantly wanders to Richie. One of the first times Bill saw Richie, he was in a straightjacket. Bill's heart breaks in that moment, he just wants to see Richie. To be with Richie and talk to him, kiss him again. He knows Richie is looking for him and missing him.
'This is so unfair,' Bill thinks to himself. He wants to speak it, but his body is too relaxed and numb for any type of movement. Even blinking takes a lot of effort.
Bill gets placed in a wheelchair and is wheeled off to another room that isn't his own. The lady that's been supervising him explains that he's going to be placed in a secluded room as his own room gets cleaned up. Bill wants to protest again, but instead he sighs and closes his eyes.
He feels like he's floating, that his head is disconnected from his body, that his body isn't even his own anymore. Bill sighs as he gets placed in an empty room. He sits on the floor, back against the wall as his head falls forward.
He wants to scream more, he wants to cry more, he wants to find Richie and run away with him. But he can't. He's completely powerless in this moment and he doesn't know what to do. He can't do anything except sit there and feel numb, letting his feelings drown him and swallow him up.
Bill closes his eyes again, letting his thoughts consume him before he drifts off into a deep, black, heavy sleep.
