The Deepest Depths Of High
Disclaimer: I don't own Mort (Ima cry!), or anything else from Stephen King or David Koepp.
Summary: Morts divorce left him feeling so empty and useless. Instead of moving on hes moving on to different things. He starts out with drugs which turns into an addiction but then a new girl enters his life. But can anyone save him now? R for language sexuality and extreme drug & alcohol use.
A/N: Hello! Another chapter for you here! Hehe I'm so nice lol. I've been watching 21 Jump Street all day! It's such a good show! But now it's almost like 1 in the morning ugh Lol well ok here's Chapter Six. By the way thanks ADeppGirl and Dawnie-7!!! My only two readers lol!! But you're very wonderful readers even if you're the only ones lol. OOOOOOH I forgot to mention this takes place during that "six month" period after "the cheat" ahaha. Lots of dialogue in this chapter. Ok Luv ya all!---Razz
Chapter Six:
What scared me the most was the way I heard my own voice. I tried to respond to her but I 't. It was like my speech was dulled and demanded to slow down. Tiffany knelt down next to my bed and held my hand. But I couldn't feel it, which really sucked. Everything I touched, I couldn't feel. I wished I could feel Tiffany's warm skin right now....I needed to feel something just to know that I'm alive....Who knows...This could be the after-life for all I know. I could have killed myself last night and I wouldn't even know.
"Mort?" I heard her whisper to me. "The doctors wanted me to tell you you're doing really good. We're all so scared for you, honey."
"...Who's...'we're all...'?"
"Well Amy and Ted are here, and Dennis and your sister came too."
"What...what about Dan?" I wasn't trying to stutter. I just couldn't help it.
"Dennis said he couldn't come because of, uhm, something. But we're all here for you, okay? Don't think for a second that you're alone...." She smiled up at me and I could finally see her pretty eyes again.
I nodded and smiled back, not wanting to humiliate myself any more with my impaired speech. I wondered how long it would last. I wondered how long any of this would last....
She was about to get up, but I clutched her hand to tell her to stay. She didn't object. She knelt back down as I cautiously opened my mouth to speak. She sat patiently, waiting. "Tiffany? What-what happened...to me?"
She didn't answer right away. "Well...you were asleep for a good fourteen hours. Then the doctors took some test after you woke up...."
"And?"
"...And...We don't know that much yet."
A doctor suddenly walked in the room. "I'm sorry, miss, but we're gonna have to ask you to leave him now."
It was strange how the one thing I could feel in my body that moment was tears welling up in my eyes. I had never felt so stupid in my life, but I wanted Tiffany to stay so bad. She really was helping me. Sitting here by myself wouldn't do me any good. I needed to be with someone. Preferrably her.
The doctor nodded sympathetically. "Okay. But only for a couple more minutes."
I couldn't remember a time when I'd held onto something more tightly than Tiffany's hand right now. I still couldn't see anything, considering the fact my vision was messed up from whatever was happening to me, and I also didn't have my glasses on. But strangely enough, I could see Tiffany more vividly than anything else in the room. She was my little guardian angel...her outline glowing and adding more and more warmth into my body.
"Mort?" she said, looking suddenly worried. Everything else she said, if anything, I didn't comprehend. I didn't know what was happening....I'd never fallen asleep like this before...this painfully...The same feeling I had before had returned for some reason. Oh, God...Damn, you, Shooter....
I had no response from him, but I knew it was him. Why was he doing this to me? I felt myself breathing heavily and...once again...everything went away....
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When I woke up, I was in a different room. I only knew because the bed I was laying on felt different, the room smelled different, and it was much colder here. Or maybe I was just getting colder....
It occured to me that Tiffany had left. Well, maybe she didn't leave, but she left my bedside. Then another doctor walked in. He looked different from the doctor before though. He was wearing a sweater and jeans....The only way I really knew he was a doctor was because he was wearing a doctor cap and his name tag said Dr. Conoughey.
"Where's...where's T-Tiffany?"
"It's okay, Mort. She's right outside, along with everyone else. I just need to ask you a few questions....Is that all right?"
"What-what kind of questions?"
"Just some simple questions we need to ask you to be able to get you out of here, okay?"
I nodded.
"Okay...so, Mort...It's my understanding that you're going through a divorce?"
I nodded.
"....Because your wife was cheating on you?"
I nodded.
"Did you find yourself pained by this divorce?"
I nodded, now subconsciously.
"After finding out about your wife's affair, where did you go to try and make the pain go away?"
I was prepared to nod again, but I looked at him. I didn't even know the answer to that question.... "My friends, I guess."
"And how did your friends help you?"
I shrugged.
He sighed and continued. "What do you remember of last night, Mort?"
"N-nothing..." I said.
The doctor wrote down a couple things on his clipboard then stood up. "Well...this has been very informative. Thank you, Mort."
"Can I leave now?"
"Maybe in a little while. We need to keep a close watch on you for now." He left and soon Tiffany came back.
I tried to smile, but it was difficult. "Hey, Tiff..."
"Hey, babe." She kissed my forehead and I smiled. "Mort...I heard you talking to Dr. Conoughey. Do you really not remember anything about last night?"
"Well I remember a little bit...But-but I didn't...want to...tell him."
"Why? Can you tell me?"
"Sure..." She waited. "Okay, well..."
How on earth was I going to explain Shooter to her?
"I just had a lot on my mind and I was really frustrated. So I seeked grief in all the pills I could find in my medicine cabinet...."
I could see the mix of shame and fear in her eyes, which scared me. I wanted her to know I was going to be okay, just as long as she stayed here.
"Mort, I'm gonna tell you something that might disturb you....You're in rehab. The doctors suspect you're a drug-addicted schizophrenic."
Well, aren't they smart?
"Shut up."
"Mort-"
"What?"
Tiffany's eyes were full of an emotion I hadn't seen in them before. "Why are you so reluctant to people helping you? You think we all want to hurt you, but all we want is for you to be happy! Tell me, Mort, what do you want more than anything right now?"
I thought for a second, staring in her eyes. "I want two things. One: I want you to help me out of here. Two: I want to find a way to be sure that I'm alive."
"Why are you unsure you're alive?"
"Cuz I can't feel anything."
"That's because you're fucking stoned!" Then she unexpectedly kissed me passionately on the lips. "Did you feel that, Mort?"
I honestly didn't know what to say. I just said what I felt. "...Tiffany...please-please don't be mad...at me...."
"I'm not. I'm just frustrated to see such an amazing man throw his life away. Is that what you want? To throw your life away?" Her face was now streaming with tears.
"I already told-told you what I want, Tiff. I want to...to bleed...to be sure that I-I'm alive."
"What do you mean by that?" she said in something barely more than a whisper.
I shook my head. "I don't know yet."
I then realized I really was breaking down. Breaking into little bits of the person I once was. But like Tiffany said...I couldn't push everyone away. I couldn't be reluctant any longer. I had to get help before my life ceases to exist. I prayed I wouldn't let it get that far. But if I was left on my own...it probably would. I had to let Tiffany and Amy and Dennis and Dan and...and Ted help me. But did I really want to be fixed?
Tiffany had given me a hug and another kiss on my forehead and left. It wasn't soon after either that I felt extremely tired again. I began to think about how the hell I was going to get myself out of this mess, but all my thoughts were gone and wasted as I drifted into more blackness and nothingness.
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A/N: That was kind of a boring chapter. Lol but I wrote it at 1:00 in the morning so you can't blame me lol! Anyways, review! ---Razz