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"Over here would be your room." A nurse said in a faux cheery voice. She opened the door gesturing for Travis to step in. Travis obliged, he wasn't a difficult person, his father made sure of tha .
He looked around the room, it was just as he had expected. Badly cleaned, everything made with caution, cheap beds. He didn't really care much about the room, he had been through worse. Like getting kicked out during the winter, or his fathers words. There was a component of the room that he did not expect. Not because it was unfamilliar, but because of how familliar it was. The blue haired boy that he went to school with. Sal Fisher, he had to share a room with Sal Fisher. Travis gasped.
This made Sal look up. Looking at the boy who used to bully him, called him a queer, saying that he is mentally ill. In the same mental hospital.
Travis picked at his hands, but he did not dare pick his eyes off of Sal. He st wasn't sure if this was completely real. He found it so unbelievable. His train of thought seemed to have had a collision. He had never thought of something like this happening. He knew going to a mental hospital would be odd, he never thought up sometying like this.
He had actually kind of liked the thought of being in a mental hospital. Not because he wanted to be ill, be sick, but because even that would be better than staying with his father. He felt hope, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. All because of his fathers restricting, soul crushing beliefs.
He now had hope, hope that maybe one day he could truly be free. He originally thought that Sal being there ruined everything, he wasn't sure anymore.
Travis' legs felt heavy beneath him. He went to go sit down on his new bed. Lying down, pretending like everything was normal. Pretending like he couldn't feel Sal's gaze fixated on him.
Travis curled up against himself since he was cold. His blanket was thin, most likely a precaution, as an attempt to prevent suffocation. Suffocation, Travis felt as he had dealt with suffocation his entire life.
Exhuastion poured over his shivering body. He had spent the last few days in a hospital. Wondering if he would even survive. His breath slowing to a calmer pace. His thoughts weren't slowing down, but meshing together. Meshing together as he drifted into the dreary state before truly dreaming. His thoughts weren't clear, but most of them circled around the same man; Sal.
Travis woke up to the fault of bright cool toned lights aginst the painted white walls. He groaned, remebering where he is. He sat up, looking at the bed on the other side of the room. Sal's bright blue hair nowhere to be found. At first he wondered where Sal was.
Then he heard running water. He realized it was coming from the bathroom, Sal was taking a shower.
Travis was alone with his thoughts. He thought about how he got here.
The move to the mental hospital was abrupt, he never got anytime to pack his stuff. The movemnt from the regular hospital to the mental hospital was with a urgency similar to that of when escaping a fire.
Travis didn't have a very extensize medical history. The largest factor in this was the cult. His father probably wouldn't have even taken Travis to the hospital after all that happened.
The event had happened around 2 days ago.
It started with Travis looking into the medical cabinet at his house. Searching around for his sleeping pills. The reason he took them would soon be clear.
He went off to his room, closing the door behind him. Even though nobody was home, he still was pressed on the issue of being caught.
He sat down on his bed, bottle in hand. He tried to find reasons to not do what he was about to do, since it seemed the only rational thing for him to do. But he wasn't acting on rationality, he was acting on emotion. The same emotions he had been repressing for most of his life. It is said that nobody can bite their tounge forever, it would either fall off, or they speak. He chose to let his tounge fall off, his emotions never truly clear,. Since the thing he truly craved to do was a sin. It was disgusting, perverted and it made him a dissapointment.
He took the pills, one at a time. Each swallow getting harder than tha last as his eyes got heavier. He wished he brought a glass of water to help him chug it down. He felt a pressure in his throat
He stared down at the bottle, still a quarter full. He hoped that this was enough. That this would be the end. He dozed off as he collapsed backwards onto his bed.
Travis learned later that the person who found him was his sister, Madeline.
She had opened the door expecting to be getting a good nights sleep after a long day of schoolwork. She was greatly wrong in her expectations.
At first she thought Travis was just sleeping. Which is somewhat correct. She realized that it wasn't just sleeping as he saw the bottle. Which had rolled onto Travis' stomach once he fell limp, spilling pills across the bed. She tried to conjure up a different conclusion, but she knew.
She didn't alert anybody else in the house, everbody already under the spell of night. It was a struggle to carry Travis all the way to the car, the only reason she even managed to was adrenaline. She drove using Kenneth's car. Not caring about whar her father would think. The town's hospital was in the Western part of Nockfell, and The Phelps lived in the East, so the closest hospital was actually out of town.
She drove as fast as she could, definitely not abiding laws against speeding. She ended up making it to the hospital around 1:35 A.M. The adrenaline was not enough to carry Travis all the way from the parking lot to the emergency room. She realized it would be faster to get the paramedics to bring a stretcher. She ran to the door of the emergency room. Once inside she was greeted by a lady in a desk.
"Hello, what is your emergency" The lady said in a tired tone.
"My brother overdosed, can you please gets someone to help him?" Madeline replied. Her tone was much more urgent. < p> "What is your license plate? We will have paremedics over." The lady asked. Madeline recited the plate number. She wished they would just go help him, and stop asking questions. < p> "Please have a seat, we will get a paremedic to him right now. " She said before making a phone call.
She sat down impatiently, tapping her foot against the tile floor. Wondering, hoping that they would make it in time. She realised she crying as she went to move a strand of hair from her face.
Madeline never had the best relationship with her brother. He wasn't the nicest. Madeline saw him as stuck up, but none of that mattered now. She just hoped that she would survive. It took a few minutes for the paramedics to bring him into the hospital. Wheeling him into a room immediately. They made Madeline sit outside on a bench in the room
Travis woke up to Madeline saying "Oh thank God". The light in the room bright . The doctors spent most of the day taking tests to make sur he wouldn't die before bringing him to the mental hospital.