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Hey guys! So here's another chapter and welcome Guest to the family! Guest is anonymous so I'm not sure if the reviewer got introduced already but what the heck? The chapter's dedicated to you.
Chapter song: Because of you by Kelly Clarkson
Not her POV. You'll understand why. And I may use words that haven't been used before. I read a book made in 1910.
Two days had passed and Delilah still hasn't made the full recovery the doctors expected her to be at. She was getting them far beyond the date they planned to release her. What was a hope to release her next week, turned out to be impossible. The doctors expected her to be fine in a week and they had learned that not every patient will be as predictable as they thought they would be.
Delilah would constantly wake up on and off. And when she was awake: She'd be in a state of delirium. Asking for her mom and brother. It was obivious she wasn't gonna be mentally fine in the next few days. And there was really nothing they could do: Just hope it will pass by. It was a bit normal for a person to be asking for a dead relative in a condition like her's.
"Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder?! Please tell me you're making this up and what does it even mean?" Intern 2 asked. The doctors had done diagonsis, asked questions to both Delilah and Intern 2 and knew it was the result.
"It's a type of an anxiety disorder people get after seeing or experiencing a traumatic event. And there are three categories of the disorder: Reliving, Avoidence, and Arousal." The doctor said checking over the clipboard, making sure he got it right.
"But what type of category is she in?"
"She's in the Reliving category. And if something happens between the week, we may have to keep her in alittle longer." The doctor said. Before Intern 2 could ask what Reliving means, an intercom called for the doctor and the doctor left.
"You have got to get back to work. Even if it is for an hour or so." Scene said. She returned to work the day before and trying to convince him to get back to work was harder then it looked.
"But I can't. I told you what they said." He replied back.
"But that doesn't mean you have to stay here forever! They'll call you if anything happens and I'm sure Indie will let you go during the middle of the day!" Scene urged.
"You're not gonna leave me alone about this, are you?"
"Nope! Now come on! I'm gonna drag you there if it means I'll have to and I will steal the pitchfork from Satan!" Scene said holding his hand then leading him out of the waiting room and hospital.
Everyone at the staff looked as Intern 2 got into his work space and began working. They were about to ask each other why he was there when Scene came along, holding a pitchfork. Satan walked up to Scene and she gave it to him and he left. Now they understood.
Nobody wanted to be too hard on him, especially after what happened so they kept a respectful distance away from him and barely spoke to him.
"We're gonna need you for the Mosh. We need viewers to know you're still alive." Indie said a few minutes after Intern 2 arrived.
"They included that part in, didn't they?" Intern 2 simply said.
"Sadly, yes. They wanted to not leave anything out including that. But the viewers at least have some sympathy."
After the mosh, he went online and looked up 'Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder- Reliving' and he found out that she'll have nightmares, relive it and have sudden visions on it for a while. The more he read, the more he began to worry. He felt like running out the door but decided to just survive one day. He could at least do it for Scene. He'll work a couple of hours a day and that would be the plan.
The day finally ended after what seemed like years. Intern 2 decided to drive to the hospital and just make sure everything's okay before heading home. He was already getting tired of sleeping in the hospital and he barely even got sleep there.
"Delilah's brother?" A nurse asked. She had a voice that was full of hope that he was her brother.
"Yes, why? Did something happen?" He asked. He felt a little worried but made himself relax since he didn't even hear the news yet.
"You'll have to come with me." She said as if she didn't want to tell the news.
He entered her room and saw Delilah sitting on the front of the bed, head down and hair covering her face. The doctor was putting bandages on her hands.
"What happened?" He asked. Now was the time for him to worry. It was only until then did he see shards of glass on the floor close to the bathroom.
"She broke the mirror with her bare hands." The doctor said with a sigh.
"No shit, Sherlock." Delilah said in a voice so cold that startled Intern 2.
Drama over here! So I was thinking of the music video of "Everybody's fool" by Evanescene during this chapter so some of the parts of the music video may be written to here. Love it! I did research on Post-Traumtic Stress Disorder just so you guys know. (See, mom? I can do research on non-school related stuff!) The whole breaking mirror thing wasn't at all supposed to happen when your in the Reliving category but I decided to add in to prove she was placed in the wrong category. Well review and I'll try to update soon! And would anybody believe me that I write my chapters in one day? Because I do!