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"How is he?" The question played over and over from someone he didn't expect it from. Casey. "Why isn't he moving, or answering?! Tell me what the fuck is going on!" Derek haven't heard her swear before. Hallucinations? He thought so. But no, how can it be when he didn't even open his eyes. Derek couldn't even do that. What he wanted was to see her, how can it be so difficult to do one simple task?
"I don't have an answer for that yet. But what I do have an answer for is what caused him to be like this. Drugs, mainly marijuanna. He had a reaction to it. I don't know how long he's been taking it for, but it's minor right now. Oh, and also, your parents called. They have told me they are coming over shortly." He doctor replied. Derek snapped back into reality after hearing that his parents were coming, and sat up instantly.
"I'm fine, seriously. Can I just go? This is retarded. I'm not on drugs. Just get me the hell out of here!" Derek spoke quickly as he almost got out of the bed, but the doctor and Casey rushed over and tried to push him back on the bed. "Let me go!" Derek screamed and tried to fight back.
"Derek! Just calm down and lay on the bed." Casey ordered as she kept fighting with him. A couple doctors heard the yelling and came in for help. All of them held Derek down as one of them put a needle in his arm. A needle to calm him down.
The doctors kept him down, it would take only a few minutes before it kicked in. Casey didn't let go of the arm she held in place, and neither did the doctors. But they loosened their grips. A couple minutes later, after they felt Derek wasn't going to fight back anymore, they all let go. They all spoke together, talking with the main doctor and telling him if there was anymore trouble, to just call them. They told the same to Casey. She nodded and sat in a chair beside Derek.
"Just let me.." Derek sighed and forgot the thing he was about to say. The rumors were true, needles worked fast in this hospital. His brain stirred, and his eyes were still dark red. A few sobs were heard in the background, but all he could think of was the parents coming. How were they going to take the news? News. The news was on the t.v at the moment but - no. Keep your mind focused, Derek. How- no, what am I going to say? I need an answer, a clue or something. Quickly. Derek procedded the thoughts until he heard the sobbing was still there. Then, he noticed it was Casey who was crying. He directed his eyes towards Casey and sat up. "What's wrong? It's not like you're the one who's going to be in a load of shit."
"Why did you do it in the first place? It's not like.. it's not like you're the one fucked up. There are worst people than you in the world, and you do it because of what? George.. or whoever yells at you for stupid shit? It's your fault for doing that stuff, and then you wonder why in the world they yell at you." Casey explained.
"That's still not answering my question." Derek told her. His mood lowered a lot after hearing her say that, though. Is that how she truly felt..? He messed something up again. If this is how it's going to be then..
"You said you were my hero. But heroes don't do this sort of shit."
-x-
"What're you afraid of?" Derek asked her. Her eyes were swollen because of the crying she did the previous nights. And she was thinking of things much worst then crying. "Casey, tell me." Derek called to her again. He was placed on his knees, watching her cry on her pillow while he was beside her bed. No one was home, and it was the best time that Derek could comfort her. He didn't really like showing anyone his soft side anyways. The question was easy to ask, but he knew the answer would take a while. Maybe a couple hours.. considering how hard she was crying. Derek sighed, and stood up. "If you need me, i'll be in the living room, all right?" There was still no answer, so he turned around. But Casey grabbed his hand.
"Stay here." Casey's head was turned toward him as he turned back around, slowely. "I'm just.. everything's going wrong.. I don't know what to do. I'm failing.. a couple classes that Nora and George don't know about.. I just.. I don't know what's wrong with me.. My mind switched on it's own and.." She cut off, crying again.
"It's okay." Derek reassured as she let go of his hand. "Maybe you need a break from everything?" Derek thought. "You don't draw often, but what I see by the couple drawings on your wall, you're pretty good. Maybe you should draw more often.. write poems.. I don't know. Whatever makes you feel better though. And whatever doesn't, take a break from it. If you need help with homework, just tell Nora and Dad that you're tutoring me. And we could work together in my room."
Casey stopped crying for a moment, thinking about what he said. "Okay." She choked out as Derek smiled. "Derek.. you're more than a big brother. You're.. a hero." Casey told him. Derek looked at her for a second, wanting to say something but his brain was rushing too quickly. Instead, he hugged her.
"Well, is it okay if your hero went to sleep? Because he's tired, and it's 5 am." Derek asked. Getting a nodd back, he turned around going towards the door. "If you ever need me, just open my door.. you don't need to knock." He then walked out of her room.
-x-
Derek swallowed, hard. "I.. uh.. just.." His brain scrambled again. She was still crying, and it was his fault this time. He took her hand, and wiped away a tear from his face. "..See? Even heroes cry sometimes.."