The Chief's Mute Nurse

(Chapter 3)(almost vocal therapy)

(Chapter 3)(almost vocal therapy)

(Austin's p.o.v)

I was in Eric's room where I spent most of my time. It was my job to be with him.

"You never wrote why you lost your voice darlin' " . He says.

I began writing .

I held up the board that read ' I lost it in a car accident.'

"You ever thought about voice therapy?" He asked. 'Cant afford it' I wrote.

"I bet I could help, singing is a type of voice therapy ". He says. I nodded. "Wish I had my guitar."

He says.

I wrote that'd I'd be right back.

He nodded. I came back with his suitcase and guitar case.

They had brought his things. Because he had to stay for 9 more months. He wasn't told that yet. They knew what the problem possibly was. But didn't want to open him up and then them not have the right equipment to fix the issue. I was just a nurse, I couldn't fix anything.

He played his guitar a bit.

" Turn the quiet up, turn the noise down

Let this ol' world just spin around

I wanna feel it swing, wanna feel it sway

And put some feel good in my soul

Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke." He sang but stopped. "come on darlin' just try I ain't gone make fun of ya , promise". He says. I wrote on the board again. 'Did you ever smoke weed?'

I held it up. "Nope". He says. I sighed with relief . I erased my board. " I smoked pot ". He says.

"Come on baby , you can do it just talk"." I'll sing if that helps"

He says.

"Want a little more right, and a little less left

Little more right now, a little less what's next

Act like tomorrow's ten years away

And just kick back and let the feelin' flow

Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke

I set my sails for a new direction

But the wind got in my way

I changed my course

But my definition of change

Just ain't the same

I'm gonna sit right here

Stay away from there

I'm gonna make pretend

I just don't care

And I could get up

Go get her back

Or maybe I'll just let her go

Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke

Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke

Kick back, gives the blues a spin

Break out the wine, forget again

Dig down deep, find my stash

Light it up, take me back

Kick back, gives the blues a spin

Break out the wine, forget again

Dig down deep, find my stash

Light it up, memory crash

Oh no, I don't know

Baby, it might take, all night

Then I'll maybe break out that old rock and roll

Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke". He stopped .

I held up my white board. Showing him what I had wrote.

'You smoked pot , now I know what's wrong with your lungs. '

He rolled his eyes. "Cute". He says.

"Come on , you ain't got nothing?" He asks. I took a deep breath about to say something when the nurse that was such a bitch came in. I saw Eric tense when she came towards us.

"Austin you can't be in here playing with him, you have to cover my shift." She says.

I gave her a confused look.

"I have an appointment ." She says. 'Where?' I wrote.

"None of your business." She snaps. "No soda's in the rooms Austin !" She says irritated, about throw Eric's drink away. Then she saw his name on it. "Giving him special treatment are we". She smirks . She tossed the drink out.

"We treat our patients equally here Austin .""don't give him anymore Mountain Dew's. " "if I catch anymore of this special treatment, you'll be assigned another patient, you hear me!" She says . I nodded. Eric still looked upset over his drink.