Author's Notes: Okay, I know this has been the longest an update has taken place in this fic, because of no computer and lack of inspiration, this took a godforsaken long time. I hope those of you that read this fic are easily able to get back into the fic, if not please take time and read back, and that the people that read it for the first time will be able to enjoy…well, I'm not gonna make you wait any longer that I already have. R&R...thanks…
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Chapter 5
After the huge dramatic exit out of the visitation room, featuring the one and only "Woman who ditched her family!", I was escorted to my room by one of the nurses. I remember noticing Seifer's form lying motionless on his bed. It felt weird to see him in that state. I wondered what his day had been like. Probably filled with good ol' screaming and throwing things. I was told by the nurse that I was to stay in my room for the rest of the day. She didn't give me a reason, I just figured they wee just trying to decide what to do about my visitation. I'm sure there are procedures that they must follow when the patient suffers from "abuse" from their visitors. Well, obviously that's her visitation right down the fucking drain. I don't even know why dad let her come alone. Speaking of dad, where the hell was he?
"Squall Leonhart." a voice came from the door. I looked over it to notice a lean man standing against the door's frame. "It's time for you medication, and we need to do a blood test. If you would follow me." He clutched his clipboard tightly in his hands. I could tell he was new. They are usually the ones that are terrified of all the patients, they think that one day one of us is gonna spasm and do a "murder the new guy" routine on their forehead. It was amusing to see him tremble as he wondered if I was going to get out of bed. "Squall." he said again. I sighed loudly and let my legs fall from my bed and let my feet rest on the cold floor. I slipped my feet into my open toed slippers and stood up from the bed. I began to walk, watching as the small man before me treading down the long hallway. Our pace seemed identical, only he was a couple of feet behind me. I turned to him as we walked down the hallway. His body stood in front on a door, and at the moment I noticed a long ponytail that hung down his back. The door read Dr. C. Kramer. I looked at him, whose eyes were now placed comfortably on mine. He smiled lightly, returned the gesture. He knocked on the door. "Come in." was heard from the other side of the door. His hand touched the doorknob and opened the door. He stepped inside, I followed.
"Squall, Squall, come in." the large man sat up from his reclining state in his chair. He smiled at me. "You're looking better." he said as he got up from his desk. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and readjusted the clipboard in his arm. "How are you feeling?"
I nodded. "okay…" I said, taking a seat on the observation table.
"Ah, Good, I heard your mom gave you a visit today." he said. His hand ran down my spleen, making me shiver. "Step onto the scale" he said. I got up from the table and walked over to the big scale in the corner of the room. He walked over to me and touched the bars lightly on the beam a little. He sighed a little "122..." I looked at him. "You've lost 3 pounds since last week." He marked my data onto his clipboard. I stepped down from the table. "Remove your shirt." I followed his order and removed the gray fabric from my lithe frame. "How'd it go?"
"It was shitty." I wondered why I was so able to open up to Dr. Kramer. He let out a small laugh.
"Oh, really, What happened?" he asked, holding the stethoscope to my chest. The cold metal on my skin made me quiver. "Breathe in." I followed. I really wasn't in the mood to talk about it. I just sighed and tried to dismiss the question. He moved the tool to the other side of my chest. "Breathe in." I took a deep breathe in and exhaled slowly. He took the earphones from his ears and wrapped the instrument around his neck. He threw my shirt back to me, and walked over to his desk.
I put the shirt over my head and watch as he retrieved a tube from his desk. He walked back over to me. He picked up my arm from its relaxed state on the table. Next, he wiped the alcohol swap across my skin on my arm. He injected the needle into my skin and drew my blood into the tube. I'm so used to this goddamned process that I've begin to feel nothing while this takes place. He pulls the needle slowly from my skin and wipes the excess blood that trickles from the opening. He filled a couple of more of these tubes, he then pulled a permanent marker from his pocket and wrote something on the tube. He then opened his drawer and placed it into a container. He pulled out a plastic cup from the desk, as well. "Fill 'er up." he smiles passing me the cup. I give him a mocking smile, and hop from the table and walk over to the door in the corner to the restroom. I close the door behind me and stare at the white toilet before me. I unbutton and unzipped my pants. Just as my hands reached down to take my manhood from my underwear I heard thrashing from the room.
I quickly zipped my pants and looked cautiously around the small restroom. There was a loud thump sound on the door. "Sit him down!" I heard Dr. Kramer yell. There was more screaming and loud sounds, but just as quickly as it had began, it seemed to stop almost instantaneously. I walked over to the door and placed my ear close to the wood. I heard weeping and heavy breathing. That of a boy. I listened a little longer. "Calm down son," I heard Dr. Kramer say calmly. "It's going to be alright." The boy's cries continued. I wondered what had caused him to act the way he did. I'd never heard or saw anyone act that way, besides well…Seifer, but he's been quiet lately. My thoughts were scattered as I heard soft taps on the door. "Squall?" the familiar voice called. "Squall are you just about finished?"
"I'll be out in a second." I called back. I ran my fingers through my auburn hair and walked back over to the toilet. I unzipped my pants and pulled my manhood out of them. The hot jets of urine escaped from me into the small cup (hot jets of urine??). Once done I shook myself and put the lid onto the small container. I self-consciously flushed the toilet and sat the container onto the sink's counter, and washed my hands. My eyes came up to meet the mirror, my small frame nearly frightened me, I didn't remember myself as this small, fragile "boy." Sure, I'd always been the smallest, but not like this…
"Squall?" the voice came and was followed by a few knocks on the door. I picked up a brown paper towel from the counter and ran my fingers through it and dried them. Tossing it into the trash can, my name was called again. I opened the door and found Dr. Kramer standing in front of it. He stepped out of the way and I walked out of the restroom. My heart nearly skipped a beat as I saw the blonde boy sitting in the chair, two nurses holding him down firmly. "Squall, This is Seifer." Dr. Kramer spoke. My eyes where on his. Dr. Kramer touched my back, telling me to walk over to the table. I could barely move. "Squall, go and take a seat on the table, I'll be with you in a second. I could barely place one foot in front of the other. His peach lips curled into a shit-faced smirk.
"Yeah, Squall…go take a seat." That voice, was way to familiar…My eyes narrowed at the teen before me. "What's wrong, Squall…" Hearing my name come from his lips sent a certain rush to my spine. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. "Ya know, Squall, it's not polite to stare." My eyes twitched a little, but I just couldn't stop looking at him. I hadn't noticed it before, but he looked so familiar…I just couldn't remember. I took a step closer. "Stop staring at me, Squall…" he said. All I had to do was take my eyes off of him, I couldn't. "Stop staring at me, Squall…" he repeated. I took another step closer. "I SAID STOP FUCKING STARING AT ME!!!!" He jumped up from his seat and pushed my face and I fell to the floor. I scurried away across the floor into the corner of the room and brought my knees to my chest. The two nurses grabbed a hold to his arms and he began to fight underneath them. My breathing quickened as he moved. The taller nurse grabbed a syringe from his coat pocket and injected it into the boy. He quickly fell soundlessly to the floor. I looked at the boy before me, laying asleep on the cold tile of the floor.
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Once back in my room, Seifer's face wouldn't get out of my thoughts. My nose was still pounding as I rested on my bed. I sat there staring at the ceiling, reminding myself of the incident. I knew that it was rude to stare at someone because they are different, but I just couldn't stop. He reminded me of something…or someone…I just don't know who…I sighed loudly and closed my eyes.
(to be continued)
Author's Notes: Okay, I'm back in business, …I think. Well, there was absolutely more "interaction" between Seifer & Squallie, in this one, huh? I know…The story is finally moving like I wanted it to. And again, I want to apologize for taking so fucking long to update, Chapter 6 will be out soon, I promise…I'm like WAY behind, so I've already started on Chapter 6...heehe…I felt all bad 'cause redrum started hers after mine and she's like on Chapter 12...or something…and here's my piece of shit still on Chapter 5..ugh! I hate myself!!! I'll go die now!!! It as nice knowing you all!
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