Still only own Rowan, Dwayne and Jasper. So where are my reviews? I'm
trying to end this sometime soon so I can start my new story, which'll be
called "Like a Child". First person to respond will get a special treat!
"Rowan, we need to talk," said Dwayne.
"Really? How interesting. Can we do that later? I have to go and
commit suicide."
"Funny. Strange how you pick the topic we wish to talk about," said
Peter in a monotone, bored voice.
"We've decided to put you on medication for your depression," said
Sophie, cutting right to the chase.
"Isn't that against your guys' rules?"
"We're already letting you take sleeping pills. It's just.. Group
isn't working, shuns isn't working, and maybe this will. But we don't want
you to become dependant or anything," said Dwayne softly.
"What do you have to say Jasper?" Rowan asked the man who sat silent.
"They said you're becoming increasingly dead- oriented and read the
files the hospital psychologist left. So I say go for it. But we've decide
it's up to you."
"Fine. It's not like the happy songs and woodland animals and fresh
air are doing all that much. Why not throw in meds too. What'll I be
taking?"
"We're gonna start you on a Prozac like drug and see what happens,"
said Sophie.
"So basically let's play experiment with Rowan's depression?"
"Yeah, something like that." Peter tried to catch Rowan's eye.
"When do I start?"
"How about now?" said Dwayne. "Here- you'll tale 2 a day, in the
morning, before breakfast. Swallow up."
Rowan tossed the pills to the back of his throat and swallowed. It
felt like old times.
