Denial - a Breddy fanfic

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Saturday was the day Brett's lies came crumbling down. Brett hadn't realized that after two weeks they would change the sheets on his bed while the residents had lunch. He hadn't even realized it had happened before he was called into the Doctor's office, the plastic bag of half pills sitting on his desk. The urge to get the hell out of there hit him hard.

"I think we need to have a chat about your medication, Brett", the doctor said, sounding almost disappointed. Brett stood frozen, feeling the blood drain from his face. His mind had blanked, even the voice was quiet. He knew he had fucked up. Royally.

"Come sit down, Brett", the doctor said, holding his hand out towards the fake leather chair. Brett slowly moved to sit down, slowly sliding back into it. He felt like a child who was just sent to the principal's office.

"So, Brett. First of all I just want to know why you stopped taking them", the doctor said calmly and leaned forward a bit, scribbling something down on his notebook. He looked up to see Brett shrug, not saying anything.

"You see, Brett, I get that it's a big change. I might even have suggested only taking it every other day, if that would have made it easier for you. But it's hard for me to help you when you isn't talking to me, you know."
Brett shifted in the chair, his eyes trained on his hands. He was still waiting for the consequences to come.

"How about we talk about this, hm?", the doctor suggested, putting down his pen. "About what's scary about taking the medication, and what's scary about not taking it, and then we take it from there, okay?"
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Eddy was stressed and worried to tears when he got the phone call. Someone from the ward had called him and asked him to come, but couldn't tell him why. Had something happened? Was Brett okay?

He had almost ran a red light on the way there, and the parking job he did would not be a pass on the driver's exam. Eddy didn't care as he half ran towards the main entrance, wiping his tears and trying to get himself to look somewhat put together before he got in.

Eddy was sat down in a room, and a couple of minutes later a middle aged man with a kind smile entered. He introduced himself as Brett's doctor and contact at the hospital.
"Why am I here? Is Brett okay?" Eddy asked, voice barely holding up. "Can I see him?"
"He's fine, I just thought I'd let you in on what's been happening the past few days, that's all."

Eddy sat in silence and listened to the doctor telling him how Brett had been hiding his pills, where they found them and that they had spoken to him just now. He felt like an idiot for not noticing. They had spoken on the phone almost every day. He should have noticed.

After a while, something the doctor said snapped Eddy out of his own thoughts.
"We are thinking, Eddy, that we want to keep him here for at least another week, but if he stabilizes on his medication he can go home as long as you can make sure he takes his medication. Do you think you can do that?"
Eddy stared at him for a few moments. The whole idea of Brett coming back home felt unreal.
"What... Just like that? If I can make sure he takes his pills he can come home?"

When the doctor nodded, Eddy just burst out in tears.
"I'll make sure, promise", he sniffled, trying to wipe his tears. "Oh my god, that would be fantastic."
The doctor smiled at him.
"That's what we thought too. Do you want to be the bearer of good news?"