For weeks, Gingko refused to take his pills. He wanted to prove to Garion that his pills were giving him no help for any of his disorders. He wanted to prove Garion wrong and show him that there was nothing wrong with him after all. I'm not sure what you are trying to prove, Gingko. There is something wrong with you. You know it. You're a fucked up guy. Herashio spat in his ear. He tried to ignore it. Gingko rolled over onto his side and held his stomach with both arms. His body felt numb and felt like he was falling slowly through quicksand. His finger tips tingled and his eyes felt dry. When Gingko moved his eyes to look at his door, they felt like an un-oiled hinge.
His body ached and his stomach churned. He sat up and his bones cracked. He groaned as he felt exhausted. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. The room around him was quiet and damp. His arms felt heavy and his eyes, dark rings harbored around the underside of them. He pulled his ankles up to the back side of his thighs, his knees close to his chest. Gingko opened his mouth to talk, but he felt as though the saliva he once had in his mouth, had completely evaporated. Gingko turned to face the wall and ran his hand against the cold brick wall. He felt nothing. His breathing became more audible. His breathes could be heard.
It was not nearly time for his pills yet, or time for him to see Garion, so he would be there to suffer with his conversion disorder for a few more hours. He turned his neck to one side, and then to the other, both times making disgusting bone-cracking noises. "Ugh." He groaned. He moved his hands, making fists then spread his hands out. They felt like they were in bags of sand. He could feel each grain as though they had been sharpened, and were gripping on to his skin.
His door cracked open and Gingko eyes slowly moved up towards the person in his door way. His eyes edged over to the window, where a male nurse and security guard were standing outside of the room. "You still think that there is nothing wrong with you?" Garion's voice bounced around and off the walls of his ears. Gingko put the back of his hand to his forehead. His vision failed and went tunnel. Garion noticed that Gingko was about to collapse from the dizziness. He rush to him, barely catching him in his arms. The nurse panicked and ran into the room as well. "No, no. He's fine." Garion reassured the nurse. They weren't exactly worried about Gingko. No one cared for him. They judged him without knowing him, but who wouldn't? Look what you've done, and look what you've got. No one cares for you. You're nothing. You deserve the worst. You deserve a needle in your arm, and for all the people that want you dead-- to be able to watch.
Gingko's vision went in and out, narrowing and spinning outward. He felt dizzy, and numb most of all. Garion lay him back on to his bed and put the back of his hand on his forehead," He's a little cold, but he'll be fine." Garion wasn't really sure what to do next with Gingko. He wasn't cooperating; being completely stubborn. "Get me his pills." Gingko's assigned nurse didn't look nervous. He merely nodded and went to grab his pills. Now that he was down, Garion would be able to get him to swallow his pills. Gingko didn't believe that the pills would work, but Garion believe it. He was taught to believe it, he's a pill pusher-- That's what they do. The nurse handed Garion a cup filled with pills, horse pills. Garion looked at the nurse," Thank you-" He read the nurse's name tag," Seth."
Garion smirked mischievously. He was finally goign to get Gingko to cooperate according to the way Garion wanted things to go. Gingko's head was pounding and he wasn't able to keep his head from nodding off back and forth. Garion opene Gingko's lips and slipped the pill into his mouth, almost forcing it down his throat. One by one, he got them down. "Job well done." Garion brushed off his hands, as if he had been doing some hard work.
