Cut Up

Chapter Nine

"Will he be okay?" Someone asked nervously, apparently talking to someone else. Unless that person was insane. Then they really needed to get away from me. But aren't I insane...? Oh shut up Ty!

"Yes, Mr. Dahlburg, he just forgot to take his antidepressants and anxiety reducing pills. He'll be waking up eventually." Someone else replied, sounding bored as if he had answered the question a million times.

I had my eyes closed as the two rambled on about my apparent health. The kept using the word anxiety and depression. I swear of one more person said those two words one more time, I might just die. I scrunched my eyes up and the two stopped talking, I could feel their stare on me. I let out a soft groan as I threw my head to one side.

"Ty?" A voice asked from my right, clutching my shoulder in his hand. I groaned quietly and cracked my eyes open, getting a glance of the room around me before quickly shutting them again at the bright light.

I continue fluttering my eyes until the light became slightly bearable and I kept my eyes opening. I rolled my head to the right and I came face to face with Sky.

"Adam? Wha-" I asked before another man's voice cut me off.

"Ah, Tyler, you're awake." A man in a white doctors coat said, coming up to stand beside me.

"Please call me Ty." I told him, wincing at the name my parents had so graciously given me. The doctor nodded and checked over the machines beside me, seemingly preoccupied.

"Uh... Ty... A-About the k-"

"It's fine Adam." I snapped, forgetting completely about the other human in the room.

"Am I in the middle of something?" The doctor asked, quirking his eyebrow and gave us both a look.

"No!" I answered too quickly, feeling blood rush to my cheeks as I realized this. The doctor just smiled.

"My name is Doctor Griffin, but please call my Samuel."

I nodded my head with a small smile. This man was really nice, you don't encounter nice people often.

Samuel started to explain everything to me, my anxiety issues that have only gotten worse since being put on pills, my apparent depression with my cuts- which he so graciously motioned to, making me pull the gown sleeve over my hands-, and so on and so forth. I really tried to pay attention but it was hard with Adam literally breathing down my neck.

Not to complain about the close proximity, but it was sending annoying shivers down my back and making it ever harder to listen to Samuel.

"I don't like him. I can't like him. I won't like him. But then where did that weird dream come from? Ty stop! You can't like him! It is against everything you stand for as Tyler Lox. You promised yourself no one else until you find Max. Dead or alive, as long as you find him. So Ty, get you head out of the gutter and pay attention instead of having this internal battle."

I snapped my attention back on to Doctor Griffin. Perfect timing too. He was waiting for my reaction. I just smiled slightly and nodded, not knowing a word that just came out of his mouth. He smiled widely and took out a little note pad from his pocket, like the one you see in all of those cheesy prescription drug commercials. He scribbled something down and handed it to me.

I quickly read over the paper and looked up. There must have been shock on my face because Dr. Griffin quirked his eyebrows again, his green eyes piercing into mine.

"Something wrong Mr. Lox?" He questioned as I just looked back down at the note.

"No-no! I'm fine!" I chirped, still starring wide eyed at the paper. The paper in my hand had a women's name on it, Samantha M Metropolis and above the name it said 'good therapy options'. I didn't want to go to therapy! I'm not that ill. Am I?