I don't know if I have ever mentioned that I suffer from OCD. I know that's kind of irrelevant right now, but you'll see. There was a monotone beeping going on in my head. I was counting the beeps. One. Two. Three….Three-hundred twenty, three-hundred twenty-two.. A voice broke my concentration.

"Miss Hearts? I think she's coming to.." I opened my eyes to see a petite blond haired nurse and Mr. Bleach. There were disgustingly medicine green walls and I really wished that she didn't wake me up. Even though the beeping continued, now I had to start all over again. I closed my eyes but I could sense that the nurse reached her arm out to try and nudge me awake.

"Don't touch me." I snapped. She jerked her hand away. I kept counting. I heard Mr. Bleach mumble a few things and leave the room. Nurse Blondie was shuffling around the room, probably checking if I was alive or something. I think it's kind of obvious that I am alive, you know, seeing as I'm sort of breathing? What can I say? Some people just aren't as smart as me. Some people just don't see my mad genius. It's actually quite a pity. But I'm not losing sleep over it.

"Er, Miss Hearts, we need you to sign some papers so you can be discharged and then-"

"I'm. counting." I stated forcefully, making sure my voice was dripping with hate. I don't know why, but I love scaring people with fake mood swings. I shot up from the itchy mattress and stared straight into the brown eyes of Nurse Whatserface. I smiled real big and she seemed to think I was joking. Then I frowned. Smile. Frown. Smile. Big frown. I leaned back again, but kept darting my eyes around every time she made a movement. Ahh, the joys of life. She nervously reached for a clipboard holding a thick stack of papers and shakily started leafing through the pages.

"W-well," she stuttered, "if you just sign here," she gulped, obviously shaken, "we can have you out of here within a few m-minutes." She tossed the clipboard near my feet and backed slowly out of my room, almost as if I were a bear ready to attack or something.

I was picking carelessly through the sheets of paper, not really reading them, but just scribbling a few loops and crossing and dotting a few random squiglies every time I saw an "initial here" or "sign here". The door opened and I glanced up. Some guy in a white coat. Stupid doctors. I remember one time I broke my leg when a snowboarder crashed and ran over me. My parents thought it was a big deal or something, so they forced me to go to the hospital. Sure, it hurt like the dickens-whatever that is-but why couldn't I just take care of it at home? I wasn't causing any trouble, and all the doctors do is just poke and prod me saying, "does this hurt?" I mean come on. If it didn't hurt, wouldn't I be here saying, "my leg's broken."

Anyway, he strolled across the room and stopped about six inches away from my bed. I glared for a moment, and then went back to my scribbles.

"Hem-hem." I paused, annoyed, then kept on writing. "Hem-hem." I heard again. Finally, I looked at him and plainly stated,

"I don't think that you should be working in this hospital with what sounds to me like a nasty wet cough. Maybe you should go home, unless, of course, you were performing a feeble attempt to get my attention." He looked stupefied. I grinned and turned back to all my papers. I was just bruised up a little, well, I think I had a concussion or something, and my nose felt like it had been bleeding. There was a weird tune buzzing in my head, it sounded kind of familiar. And all my fingers on my left hand were bandaged. And I had a killer headache. I also knew that I suffered from OCD, and mild ADD. Okay, maybe not that mild. But what could this doctor tell me that would surprise me other than that?

"You need medication." He stated. That wasn't surprising at all.

"Sorry, I'm already taking a bunch." I plainly replied, not worried at all.

"Well you need more. This kind of medication isn't the normal kind though. Not pills or capsules, it's not really medicinal. And it might cure…all of your problems." I perked up a little. Boy would it be a relief to not have to take 5 pills everyday…what could it be?

"So? Then what is it?" I pretended not to sound interested, but on the inside I was burning. I heard a clock ticking and started counting. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. I found the source of the beeping too, my heart monitor, or whatever they're called. You know, the ones that blip every time your heart beats? And when it doesn't it goes beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep? I started counting them too. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

"It…may bring back a few bad memories."

"I don't care." What could be that bad?

"Well it's not exactly prove-"

"I said I don't care dammit!" He furrowed his brow and looked at me nervously.

"The best cure for all your…" he hesitated, obviously finding the kindest word he could to describe me, "malfunctions,"

Nice one, I thought.

"is caffeine." I looked up at him.

"You mean like, tea, right?" Please please please be tea.

"Er, well, we found that tea isn't strong enough." His voice faltered, "The team of doctors and I all agreed that the only drug strong enough, yet mild enough to seal your actions at a safe degree," oh god, I thought.

"is coffee." After those words, all I heard was,

beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

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