Dan and I soon started to battle for dominance in a hot tangle of our bodies, and for once I wasn't scared of crossing any lines, and I didn't think about the consequences. It was probably the worst time to forget about consequences, because this is probably the only action that I've taken a chance on that would have consequences, but still.
As things heated up, I started to become more and more aware of the fact that we were being watched by the cameras, and I knew that this wouldn't be going on for much longer. As predicted, one of the nurses came in and grabbed Dan away.
Dan frowned as he was pulled away from me, and Jackson came in to take him away. The nurse—Nurse Plume—sighed and looked me over, and I knew that she was looking for a way to tell me that what I had done was unacceptable and that I was too horrible for this place—that I was too horrible for a mental hospital.
"I'm really sorry, love, but I have to tell you about Dan—he's never done anything like this, but I need to tell you about his condition. He has bi-polar disorder, and sometimes that includes increased sex-drive and such. So, he may very well change what he's like in the time of a second. So, don't be surprised, I'm sure that he really likes you, but… well, you know, he's not like other boys." She said gently, fixing my hair. I bit my lip and nodded, but I could feel my heart collapsing.
He would only love you if he had a mental disorder, normal boys wouldn't like you. He likes you because there's something wrong with him, but really he hates you. He loathes every bit of you; no one could ever love you, what the hell is with you just stop trying.
"Oh, Phillip," I was used to the fact that strangers knew my name, so I didn't pay attention to that, "don't feel bad, cheer up! I am very sure that Dan likes you a lot, but with what he has his feelings get distorted a lot, as well. It isn't like they come up out of nowhere, they are just multiplied to proportions that aren't healthy—like, if you say something that would annoy someone just a bit, then it will push Dan into a full-on tantrum. Also, if Dan has a small crush on someone, it gets made in his mind so that he will more or less force himself onto them. So don't worry, love, you guys will get a steady relationship going soon, but I believe that things would be better if you guys just stayed friends for now, right?" She said, smiling. I liked her, and the way that she explained things. She had a slight accent—one from the Pacific Islands if I had to place it—and her voice was soft and steady and made my slightly sleep.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," I said, looking at her full-on for the first time. She had brownish-red hair and a bright smile. She was beautiful, but not in the way that you'd look at a girl your age. She was like… a mother. She had that kind of warmth, like she would take you in and teach you what to do and how to live, and she would hug you when you were sad or when you had a bad dream. She sat down next to me and cautiously engulfed me in a hug, into which I melted. She smelt of dark chocolate, raspberries, and honey.
Thinking about it now, it seemed like it was in the job requirement to have a nice voice, because the only nurses we had contact with were our primary nurse—Jackson—and our secondary nurse—Plume. They both had smooth, comforting voices that I would love to listen to for hours. Maybe they just walked into an audiobook recording place and hired all of their nurses there.
"I'm sorry about that Phil, and sorry Nurse Jackson and Nurse Plume for not telling you that I prefer penis in general, and I am sorry that I acted on the fact that Philip Lester is the love of my life and he is perfect and I should have asked him first and I definitely won't ask him if he is my boyfriend the moment you leave," Dan said, in the sassiest tone I had ever heard in my life. "As a matter of fact, I'll 'discreetly' ask him now, if he doesn't mind. But I have to do it properly, so…" Dan looked at me, straightened his uniform apparel as if it were a tuxedo, and bow towards me, saying, "Philip M. Lester, I know our time so far has been short, but in my eyes it has lasted years and I would like to know if you would be my dearly beloved boyfriend and go steady with me."
"Dan, what did we just talk about? It is okay to like him but do not act in a way that you wouldn't act at any other time, Dan would you mind going to the hall again with me?"
"Yes, I would mind, very much and I would rather not go, please and thank you." He said, and winked at me before going over and plopping onto the bed. Then he turned so he was in a suggestive pose that looked fitting for one of those sexy calendars, and beckoned me over, laughing slightly. Jackson took a deep, and before anyone else got anything out, Nurse Plume burst out laughing. Almost immediately she covered her mouth and turned a bright shade of red, and then, without even wanting to, I followed suit. All of the tension left the moment and everyone just started laughing their butts off, and for a moment everything was forgotten—from the kiss to what's wrong with Dan and I to the fact that Plume and Jackson had matching rings.
It was all too soon that I found that the moment ended and we were all just standing in our room. After a moment, Plume left, and Jackson gave a pointed look at Dan and said, "I'll be keeping a closer eye on you guys for a bit," before leaving, as well. Dan looked at me, then immediately turned bright red and looked away.
"Um, shit, sorry Phil, um, yeah, Jackson was right, that was out of line and I just like, I can't believe myself, I just like, I didn't think and I just like, um, I am so sorry, I just like—" I cut him off before he stressed himself out too much more.
"It's fine—it wasn't even a bad thing." I said, and took a deep breath. Things were going to be okay here. That was a good thing.
