"Michael, may I please speak with you," The nurse that handled Brook's episode, I thought her name was Francine, said while walking into my room.
She said it as if I had a choice in the matter. I nodded.
"Spencer has notified me that she saw you and Brooklyn...together,"
That was a fucking lie, because Spencer simply saw me talking to Brooklyn. "Oh, when was this?" I said, trying to stay calm.
"Yesterday afternoon," she said stiffly. "Was she mistaken?"
"Very," I replied. "Brooklyn's like my best friend, and I'm going to fucking snap if that gets taken away from me."
"Michael, you don't have to swear, it will be fine, she must have misunderstood something." She turned on her heels and walked away.
About thirty seconds later Brooklyn stepped into the doorway. "Nurse Bitch come and give you the speech too?"
I rolled my eyes dramatically, "Yeah,"
"Looks like Miss Spencer was a little jealous." she said, leaning on the doorframe.
I stepped closer to her, intrigued, "You think?"
"Pfft, hell yeah, I saw the way she looked at you," she said, smiling.
"Hmm, well I have to go have a chat with her, smoke later?" I asked.
I strolled around, searching faces for Spencer's. I found her leaning on the wall talking to an orderly. I walked up and cut the guy off. "Hey I need to talk to Spencer, that okay?"
He gave her a look as if to say, "Are you going to be alright?"
She sighed, "I know you're probably really upset with me."
"You...lied." I said, jaw stiff.
"I'm doing it for your own good Mikey," she said, like it wasn't a big deal.
Anger flooded my whole body, and I slammed my fist on the wall behind her. She yelped and the orderly came running toward me. He grabbed me in such a way that all I could move was my legs. "What the fuck are you doing!?" I screamed.
"Mikey calm down!" Spencer yelled.
"NO! THIS IS FUCKING STUPID! LET ME GO!" I wailed. I kicked my legs as hard as I could.
"Oh that's it," I heard the guy mumble. He began walking toward the rubber room.
I panicked. "Okay okay, I'll be good, I promise just let me go," I whined.
"Too late pal," he said, literally throwing me in the room and slamming the door. I slowly rolled onto my back, breathing heavily. I kept my eyes closed, figuring it would be so, so much worse if I opened them. I promised myself that I would never ever get to this point. If it was drinking that got me to a low like this, then it would have to stop. I was pretty sure I was lying in a puddle of piss. That is very very low.
Is this what they call an epiphany?
"Mike, get up," I heard a low voice say.
My eyes flicked open. I had fallen asleep...in the puddle of piss. Comfy. I stood up, and my shirt stuck to my back. I walked out of the room, and the florescent light burned my eyes. It was now dark outside. I walked up to the front desk, "Am I still allowed to go for a cigarette?"
The nurse sitting there flipped through some papers. "Yes, looks like it. But you only have fifteen minutes."
I looked at the clock and saw it was almost ten. "Okay....do you know where Brook is?"
"She signed into the computer room, so she's probably still there."
I quickly walked to the computer room and waved her toward me. "Still up for that smoke?" I asked.
She smiled. "Sure," she said, walking with me to the back entrance. "Are you alright?" she asked, once we were outside and puffing.
"Yeah, fuck," I said, shaking my head at myself. "That was so fucking gay. I slept,"
She laughed. "It's not as fun the second time."
"Oh, there's not going to be a second time."
She linked arms with me and rested her head on my shoulder. "Nowhere to go but up, right Mikey?"
A/N: holy forever, sorry kat. well there it is. I think i like it. anyway. review. please. for the love of all that is holy. :)
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