Day One: Injuries Galore

I've been pacing my room for the past two hours. Shit! They had me piss in a cup, and found out that I've been snorting cocaine. Now they say I have to get it out of my system before they can really help me- that these next days will be purely for detox. It's going to fucking suck…

*** Flashback ***

I was sitting in one of those really uncomfortable chairs that hospitals like to buy. You know the ones, those plastic little chairs that stack on top of each other so the janitors can clean better. Those lazy bastards, they should just vacuum under them, how hard is it to do that? Now I"m in a shitty chair while my ass falls asleep. I would get up and walk around, but since I tried to run away and struggled on the way over here, they decided that handcuffing me to the chair was the safest thing to do. What the fuck!

The second Gabriella recognized me, she had her stupid phone out, texting every fucking person as if her life depended on it. I may have been in the crazy house, but I wasn't stupid. When the actual nurse came out, I called her over. Stupid fucking nurses. I swear, you could be on fire, and they would still take their sweet time to put you out. When she finally got her lazy ass to me, I told her about how her retarded assistant was texting everyone she possibly could that I was here. Like I said, I'm not stupid, confidentiality is enforced throughout this hospital. Well the nurse didn't believe me at first, after all I could be in here for paranoia, but I told her that we went to the same school, and if she didn't believe me, then to check her precious assistance phone. The nurse finally finally listened to me, and asked Gabriella to hand her phone over. That girl refused at first, claiming she had some private texts in their that she didn't want her to see, but relented when she was threatened with being fired.

I was right, that bitch had texted over twenty five people while I was in here in just fifteen minutes. Damn, now the whole East High student body is going to find out about me. Oh well, maybe I have an excuse to go ape shit on someone now. Gabriella got in trouble, she had to go over to the head nurses office, and then I couldn't see her anymore. After about five minutes, I heard some yelling, though. Apparently, Gabriella had done this before and was being called a stupid fuck- yes, the head nurse literally called her a stupid fuck. After that, the nurse said that she was suspended for the month, and not to be surprised if they fired her before she came back. They could find someone else who could do her job right. Yay! I love winning!

My celebration was short lived, though, because the same nurse I called over because of Stupid Gabriella came up to me. She had a very stern face, and unlocked my wrist without saying a word. Before I could even lift my hand, she took it into her own cold hand, and dragged me into a room down the hall. Apparently I was still untrustworthy. She put me next to the examination table and stood in front of the door. I could tell she was upset about something.

"Let me start off by saying that I'm every sorry that Ms. Montez told your peers about your stay here. It wasn't her place to do so-" The woman said.

"Yeah, well, she was always a bitch." I said with a shrug.

"There's no need for that language here Mr. Bolton!" The woman said rather loudly. "That's not why I brought you here. I brought you here because your urine sample came back with positive for traces of drugs. Well more specifically, cocaine. It wasn't a small amount either, you must have been using for a long while now- including today." She said with one of those motherly tones.

"Well, yeah, so?" I said, I so didn't feel like getting a lecture right now.

"So, that means that before you can even start your treatment, you have to go through detox. Which means you'll be staying here longer than we originally anticipated." She said with a sneer.

"Okay, so I won't be back at school for a while." I said with a shrug. "I can make it up."

"What if you can't?" She asked, clearly trying to get me to understand the gravity of the situation.

"Then I'll just take summer school. I've had a 4.0 GPA since I started high school. I think the school will cut me slack if I get sent to the crazy house." I retorted.

"Well, then I guess you've got everything all figured out then, don't you?" She replied with the same sarcasm as before, getting ready to leave me in the room.

"Yup." I put simply. "Hey wait, before you go, what's your name?"

"My name is Maria." She said.

"Hey Maria," I started, "you're kind of a bitch."

The look on her face was priceless. I could tell all she wanted to do was hit me, but she bit her lip and slammed the door behind her. I heard the clicking sound of the lock in the door, apparently I wasn't going to go to the bathroom anytime soon.

*** End Flashback ***

Two hours! I have been in this room- my room as I now call it- and no one has come in to see me yet. I have to piss soo bad! After an hour on the exam table, I finally get up to look around me. There are the usual tools for doctors here, but there was something else in here I had never seen before. It was in intercom, probably to call for backup when a patient blew up or something. I presses the shiny red button, and an all too familiar voice came threw.

"Yes?" It was Maria, that stupid bitch from earlier.

"Hey, when's the doctor gonna be here? I have to piss really bad!" I whined.

"That depends, you keep interrupting me while I'm reading my magazine, and I'll never finish so I can tell him you're here." Maria replied nastily, and then clicked the intercom off.

Stupid bitch!!! She left me in here! Hell, if I'm gonna be in the crazy house, I may as well act like it.

I screamed as loudly as I could, and ran to the door. I kicked at the door as hard as I could. The pain that shot through my foot was intense, it was a good thing I was still high, otherwise I may have been a crumpled heap on the floor. I then put my fists to work, making each punch as hard as I could. My knuckles were bleeding freely, making the floor slick with blood. One final kick with my now pulsating toe, and I managed to break the door down. Even I was surprised, I thought these doors could take more than that- stupid faulty craftsmanship. The nurses and other patients were coming out of their respective rooms and staring at me, so I took control of the situation.

"I believe I had an appointment with the doctor. If he ever does show up, tell him I went to the bathroom to piss." And I walked off.

The bathroom was uneventful, I did my thing and washed my hands. Even though I washed them, they quickly covered themselves back in blood when I washed the dried blood off. I went back into the room and saw my new doctor. I couldn't believe it- it was Adam!!!

"What the fuck? I thought you were a nurse!" I said as I entered the room. "You never said you were a doctor.!"

"Why are you all bloody?" Adam asked, obviously unfazed by my outburst.

"Well Maria thought it would be funny to lock me in here for two hours while she read her magazine. I finally had to piss so bad I started hitting the door. I didn't think I would break it down, I just wanted someone to unlock me. Sorry."

"Maria locked you in? Why?"

"I called her a bitch."

Adam didn't say anything, he just pushed the shiny red button on his intercom.

"Maria?"

"Yes Mr. Baker?"

"You're suspended from this hospital for two weeks without pay. You do not lock patients in their rooms. Do know what he did? He broke down the door, and now his hands are a mess. There's blood all over the floor. I expect you to clean this up before you go." He lifted his finger off of the button, returning his gaze to the teen.

"Well, it's now or never. Take off your clothes." Adam said evenly.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"You need to be examined before you can join the rest of the patients, and I might as well do it now so you can head to the nurse's station and get your hand looked over." He gestured to my bloody mess of a hand.

"I kinda messed up my foot too." I pulled off my show, revealing a swollen purple big toe, which even took me by surprise.

"It's broken. How hard were you banging on the door?" Adam asked. Clearly this had never happened before.

"I don't know, I just had to piss real bad." I said quite plainly.

Adam didn't say anything, he just flipped through my charts while I sat there. The bleeding had finally stopped on my knuckles when he finally spoke.

"Cocaine, that could be the reason why you did it." He said with a smile. "Of course, it also explains your actions earlier this afternoon."

"Oh yeah. Sorry about that." I apologized, he seemed like a nice enough guy. At least he wouldn't lock me in a room for two hours.

"Hmm, somehow I don't believe you. Anyways, back to the examination." said Adam, flipping over to a blank sheet in my file.

The examination went smoothly enough, I admit I got uncomfortable when he had to grab my junk. I said something about how he had already got a handful while we were at the house, and he responded by saying that if he knew that I wanted an examination then, he would have been more thorough. That made me laugh, at least I had a cool doctor. We wrapped the whole thing up when he took a look and my hands and toe. The knuckles were split, and would need a few stitches, and my big toe was definitely broken. I knew that detox would be a bitch because I wouldn't have my drugs to get through my pain.

When I got dressed again, Dr. Baker asked me if I would lift my sleeve one more time before I left. I obliged, though not liking one second of it. His fingers traced over my scars, lightly caressing my skin as he did so- to check for the severity of the cuts. It sent shivers up my spine, fuck, his touch was very gentle. Not like my dad, Jack, who was much more forceful in our encounters. I asked him why he wanted to do this now. He replied that if I had hid them during sex, then obviously I must have felt they were more private than the rest of my body. He is one hell of a doctor.

"Adam?" I asked.

"Call me Dr. Baker. Saying Adam around here can get you in more trouble. You are supposed to address doctors here by their surnames- it's a sign of respect."

"Dr. Baker." I corrected myself.

"Yes Mr. Bolton?"

"Thanks. You've been pretty cool to me. And sorry again for having you molest me." And with that, I went over to the nurse's station, leaving a smirking Adam behind me.

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Woot! Another chapter up! It took long enough didn't it? Yeesh, I had to write three different chapters in five days. At least they are done now, and I can get a day or two of rest. So, you guys may notice a rise or fall in the amount of swearing that Troy does in this story- that is because I don't swear at all in my own life, and trying to keep him in character is a lot more challenging that I thought it would be. So sorry if there are inconsistencies n my writing. I try to keep it as true to the story as I can. Also, Troy is going to reach a point where he quits swearing so much, he just hasn't gotten to that point yet.

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