I know it's been a while since the last update, things became hectic and I wasn't feeling the story. I refused to put up an author's note; I never want to do that to my readers.
So, without further delay, on to the next chapter in this series.
Amu-
The white room is void of any humans. Ikuto let them keep me here, in the hospital.
I don't think I'll have to stay much longer than the hold, at least, I hope I don't. It's too quiet, and I see nurses poke their head up through the window every now and then.
I feel like an animal in a zoo. I guess this is what it feels like to be damaged, and everyone wants to see just how low you'll stoop to get away from it all.
Some woman came in and tried to get me to answer some questions about the accident, I didn't say anything. Ami is just sitting on the chair next to the bed, swinging her mangled and bloody legs to and fro.
Ikuto hasn't come and seen me yet, it's been more than a day. I miss him honestly, but I guess he doesn't want to talk with me either, I'm just coming unhinged.
Everything is falling apart around me, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
My mind is put to rest when the door opens, and a doctor comes in, "Hello Amu, I'm Dr. Kasikawa, I wanted to let you know of your options." His dark brown eyes are unwavering, staring directly through me.
He walks over, his heavy footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent room. Once he sits down, he begins again, "We think that your ocular and auditory hallucinations are from the PTSD you've attained from witnessing your sisters accident, there are dozens of treatments for this condition now."
"I'm not sick," I think, he makes it sound like I'm sick.
"Medication and therapy are the time chosen choice among professionals. Out-patient therapy, and in-patient if you feel you've dug yourself into too deep of a hole, and you need that helping hand," he writes something on the clipboard.
"I'm going to send you home with a prescription for Lexapro. It's used to treat a wide variety of conditions, now you may experience nausea, dizziness, insomnia, and drowsiness. I want you to call back up here if you become easily bruised, or bleed easily, okay?" He rips the paper off and attaches it to my chart.
"Okay," I mumble.
"You still have some time to go, I'll get a nurse to bring you in lunch. And I'll see if I can get you a remote for the TV. Being all alone in here must not be fun," he smiles and walks right back out.
"Bleeds easily huh?" I move my gaze over to Ami, she smiles wide, "I could check for that all by myself."
Sometimes, it's hard to be alive.