A/N: Sorry that chapter 10 was late. I was waiting for fox-mccloud to read the draft of it. Also I'm thinking of wrapping up this fanfic. Probably in about 2-5 chapters. I'm probably thinking of typing a version of this fanfic in the perspective of Levi. IDK. Anyways, here is chapter 11.

Chapter 11: Discharge

Today was the day that I finally get off of suicide watch. I'm ready. I don't know why Levi got angry yesterday. He's here and I'm here.

Dr. Taylor walked in with a worried face. She glanced at those papers on a folder she held.

"Um...this is interesting," she said awkwardly. "Uh...at least you don't have cancer."

"What is it?" Levi asked.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm not good at saying what a patient is diagnosed with. Besides, I only the result from the blood tests." She looked at it again. "The tests shows that she's not in drugs, alcohol, and doesn't smoke anything."

"Okay…" Levi said. I'm letting him talk to her.

"I need Dr. Brushtail for the rest. I only deal with bodily things." She called Dr. Brushtail. After she's done, she put her phone away. She gave eye contact to Levi. "I saw you yell into your phone yesterday."

"A friend pissed me off."

"How?" Her voice indicated an interest in what Levi is talking about.

"That drunk-as-hell bum steal money from me, insult my girlfriend…" He listed everything that his "friend" pisses him off.

"That's why I don't drink. Alcohol makes you do dumb things. It also makes good mams do bad things."

I didn't join the conversation. I was too worried about what bad news Dr. Brushtail would say. I'm also worried about when the voice speaks again.

"That's why I stopped drinking," he said.

"That's good that you did," she said with a smile on her face.

I looked out the window. I see the same car as yesterday. Dr. Brushtail came out of it. He wore the same thing as yesterday and the day before that. He held his briefcase. He speed-walked to the hospital entrance. Sat back down. I listened as they talk about how alcohol is dumb.

Someone knocked on the door. She opened the door. Dr. Brushtail came into the room. He wasn't smiling. "Good morning, everyone." He looked at Dr. Taylor. "Did you tell her the results from the blood test?"

"Yeah," she said. "I called you to tell her and him the diagnosis."

"I expected to tell them by tomorrow." He sat down on a chair. Then he opened a briefcase.

"Oh. I thought you're going to do today."

"I just wanted some more time think about it," he said.

"Damn it guys, what is it?" Levi exclaimed. He was getting impatient and worried.

Dr. Brushtail sighed. He grabbed his notebook. He put his reading glasses on. He read it. He took them off. He gave Levi eye contact. "I can firmly tell you that Charlotte has schizophrenia."

Levi jaw dropped. He was speechless. I couldn't believe it. "What is it?" Levi asked.

"Schizophrenia is mental illness where the sufferer can't tell what is reality and what is not," Dr. Brushtail said. "Often they have delusions and hallucinations. However, they can have disorganized speech or "word salad"."

"This isn't true," I said. I looked at Levi. "Tell him this isn't true."

"Mammals with Schizophrenia often have what is called anosognosia."

"What does that mean?" Levi asked.

"Anosognosia is the unawareness of someone's mental illness," Dr. Brushtail said. "It's common among certain mental disorders."

"Is there a way to help?" Levi asked.

He handed him a piece of paper from his briefcase. It has an Rx symbol on it. I didn't want to look at the rest. The fox said, "Medication help with treatment. However some dosages and/or medication will not work."

"I'm fine!" I yelled. Everyone stopped to look at me.

"Um…" Dr. Taylor looked at the clipboard at the end of the bed. "Suicide watch is over. You can go home."

"I suggest she goes to a therapist every week," Dr. Brushtail said to Levi. He gathered his things. "I must be going. It's been a pleasure to meet you again, Charlotte and Levi."

"Bye," Levi said. I waved. Dr. Brushtail walked out of the room.

She walked out with some papers. "Suicide watch is over," Dr. Taylor said. "You're free to go if you sign these papers."

"What are they?" I asked.

"Discharge papers."

I signed the papers. She whispered into Levi's ear. He nodded. She gave a thumbs up. She grabbed my papers. She walked out of the room. She came back with my clothes. "You can change in the bathroom."

I went into the bathroom. I took off the hospital gown. I put my underwear and bra first. Next my socks and shirt. Finally my skinny jeans and shoes. I walked out of the bathroom. "Don't lift heavy things, and don't strain your arms," she said. I nodded.

I had to in a wheelchair in order to leave the hospital. I went into his truck with his help.