This is my first try at White Collar.
Neal got out of bed after another sleepless night. He look down at his tracker with disgust. This might be better than prison, but not by much and he is sinking deeper and deeper into depression. He wants freedom; he wants to go to the art gallerys outside his 2 mile radius. He is tired of everything within his radius.
He walked out onto the terrace. His breakfast and coffee were already there waiting for him. Lately it has been his only meal. He works through lunches and doesn't even bother with dinner. Neal took one more look at his breakfast and decided that he doesn't want it.
Peter walked into the Bureau and saw that Neal was already there.
"Neal, can I see you in my office." He asked as he walked by.
Neal got up and followed Peter. As he was climbing the stairs he passed out and fell the rest of the way down.
"Neal!" Peter shouted.
Neal didn't respond as he was still unconscious. Jones called for an ambulance. Peter leaned down next to Neal, begging him to wake up. All he could do was wait and watch as the paramedics took Neal away. He wanted to go with him, he even tried to bully his way into the bus. But they wouldn't let him come along. They had said it would be easier for them to work on Neal if there wasn't anyone in their way.
Peter, Jones and Diana followed the bus to the hospital. While Jones drove, Peter called El and June. June promised to get a hold of Mozzie. They would all be there to show their support to Neal.
Peter paced the waiting room waiting for word on Neal. June and El just sat there watching Peter pace. Those doctors were taking their bittersweet time on letting them know how Neal is doing. Every second that passed seemed like a lifetime. Finally the doctor came out.
"How is Neal?" Peter asked.
"He is still out. There is no telling when he will wake up. He is suffering from dehydration, exhaustion, starvation. We have him on IV that will take care of his dehydration and starvation. As for the exhaustion, it is up to him. I'm sure once he gotten plenty of rest, he will wake up. If any of you know how things got this bad; then maybe you can keep it from happening again." The doctor told them and left to get back to his patient.
How did he get this bad? All week, he is being working through lunches; but why. When did he stop laughing and smiling? Why didn't anyone notice? Had they noticed; could this have been prevented?
I wrote this trying to imagine how I would if I was Neal's position. I really don't think I could handle it.
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