Runnin'

Chapter nine

   ADAM’S POV:

         

         "well mr.lambert you seem quite unharmed-ish."  an older man named Dr. Will let my eye lid go from testing my eye sight. "im real sorry this happened to you son; is there anything else i can do to help you out?" he twitched his nose alittle as if to help his thick-as-hell glasses sit on his nose better. i was about to shake my head no but then shot up two fingers before me. "two things actually." i tell him and he simply nodded and told me to ask on. i sighed and firstly asked if it was okay for me to check out. he nodded and i procedded with the last request. my jaw trembled and it felt as if an elephante was sitting on my shoulders. "Tommy." i simply say and my doctors black eyes grew stern and i felt a wave of panic flood me. "im not his doctor." he simply tells me that his doctor was not in but the head nurse that deals with "these kinds" of patients was still here and probably looking after Tommy as we spoke. he sounded both sypathetic and sad. and that scared me. "hes on the floor above us. room-" he flipped open his notes and scanned them freely. "-ah; room A235." i thanked the man and watched him slip out the door without another word. i ruffled my hair with my hand as i shakily reached for my phone. i clicked the home screne and the phone shined 6:56 AM. 

        i turn over not in the least bit tired. i think the shock and indrinelin was still pumping through my vains. the surprise. the fear. the anger. the guilt. "god if i wasent so damn stupid.." i yanked at my hair as i rolled out of this crappy ass bed and stood, i came out practically unskaved but... in a way i feel like i havent. going to tommy's house without permision. flushing the drugs. feeling the way i do twords him even though i have a boyfriend of 7 months.. the interview.. glam nation.. kissing.. being together.. shoving him out of my life right when he needed me the most.. when he was rediscovering himself. "GOD IM AN ASS!!" i fling my phone across the plain mental instutution white room with the smell of the dead and the dying. a crack echoed in my ears and i knew i had just fucked up my iphone but i honestly didnt give two shakes of a rats ass anymore. i turned, picked up my phone, tucking it into my pocket and stormed out of the room; the smell of decay and desease filled my nostroles as i stomped my way to the nearest elevator my head held high with false pride. a couple boys and girls noticed who i was and came up to me and tried to get a picture or autograph but i simply waved them off like nothing. usually i would feel like complete and utter shit after commiting that act but like i said before, i didnt care. all i cared for and all i could thank about is tommy. 

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        i turned to the nearest desk and demanded to speak to the head nurse who was looking after tommy joe. "the name again?" the lady asked. i marveled at her dark skin. so beautiful, so black it was almost blue. "Thomas Joseph Ratliff." i repeated slow and sturn so that way she wouldent miss it and mistake it for someone else. impossable i know but i needed to be extra carefull. i needed to see him. to see my glitter baby. "the name of the nurse is Garza. shes at the end of the hall actually in mr.ratliff's room as we speak." she spoke her beautiful smile shinning. i dont know why i was found of this lady but i just was. she was just so beautiful. i thanked her deeply and headed down the long hall way consitrating on finding room A235.

A233

A234

A235

        A lady with blood red hair cut into a pixie due was standing outside the door, her attention on some paper work. "nurse Garza..?" my voice came out raspy. as if someone was scrapping sand paper against the inside of my throat. i coughed trying to clear my throat. she looked up at me a tired yet alert look on her. "You must be Adam, yes?" she smiled a small smile. i nodded and told her that i knew Tommy. that i came here with him. she nodded and tucked the magenta pen she was using into the breast pocket of her nurse shirt thing. "im sorry for what happened." i simply nodded at that. i didnt want peoples simpathy. i wanted answers. explaination.i want to know about tommy! she motioned for me to follow her and i did. we stood shoulder to shoulder as we peered into the room in which Tommy joe lay.