Breakfast is pretty good. I had French toast with scrambled eggs and side of bacon. I was more nervous about this one on one session with the doctor. During breakfast, I could tell Kyle had a hard time sleeping, he looks like crap. I chat with the guys a little while longer before heading to my one on one session.
I wait outside of Dr. Harrington office until he pops his head out telling me it is okay to come in. I sit down in his chair looking around the office because I am nervous.
"How are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm okay" I replied.
"Good, very good."
"So how do we start?" I ask. "What are we going to talk about?"
"We can talk about anything you want today" he replied. Really, I thought this was going to be much harder.
"I shouldn't be here" I state. "I am here because my friend lied to me and had us ride with him in a stolen car."
"What kind of friend would put you in a situation like that?"
"I don't know. He always does stuff like this." Dr. Harrington looks thoughtful.
"Is he really your friend?"
"I guess. I have known him since preschool." Dr. Harrington nodded writing some things down. What the hell is he writing?
"How does it make you feel when he does these things?"
"It makes me feel like shit. How else is it going to make me feel?" Dr. Harrington starts writing again annoying the hell out of me.
"Why do you continue to hang out with this person if they make you feel this way?"
"I don't know. I already told you that!" I snapped. "Can we talk about something else?"
"Of course, I said we can talk about whatever you want."
I start talking about me when I use to play football at school and sports. It was much easier to talk about that. Surprisingly the doc is into sports. We talk about some shows I see on TV as well before we could get good in the conversation time was up. I am glad. I rush out of there to go find my friends.
I run into Kenny on the way to the rec.
"How was it?" he asked.
"It was okay" I said with a shrug.
Kenny chuckles. "I really don't think they want to get in my head, a lot of death in there." I laugh a bit as Kenny continues to his appointment. I walk into the rec room and I don't see Kyle. I look around trying to spot his red hair but nothing. I see Cartman in front of the TV. I go down the hall towards Kyle's room. I look into his room and he is on the bed reading a book I think he took from the rec room.
"Hey" I said making my presence known.
"Hey" he replied sitting up. "Believe it or not, they actually have some decent books out there. Looks as if they have never been touched."
"I find that believable. You sleep okay?"
Kyle look uncomfortable for a minute. "I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me so much."
"Are you going to tell the doctor about it at your appointment?"
"It would be wise but I don't know if I want to. I got some time to figure it out though. How did things go for you?"
"It was okay. No big deal." I sit down on the bed. "God I wish I had my PSP. I am so bored here."
"You could go and find yourself a good book. "
"You got jokes" I replied. I hung out with Kyle until it was time for him to go to his appointment. I made my way back to the rec room to hang out with Kenny. The rest of the day went by quickly. That night at bed time I stayed up. I pretended to be sleep but I needed to know when the nurses made their rounds to check on us. Since we are more stable they check only twice from what I saw. At midnight and at 3am. My goal is to be able to sleep with Kyle and prevent his night terrors from happening.
I was really tired the following day but it would be worth it. I struggled through my session that day with Dr. Harrington. I ended talking about my family during the time. Kyle noticed how tired I was since I feel asleep in his room during the day. I am not prone to take naps. This place makes it easy though with no source of entertainment.
I was pretty stoked to try out my plan that night. I figured I would go in after the 3am check. It would easier to dodge one round instead of two. I wonder why am I risking so much. I just can't stand seeing Kyle so tired and unhappy. If I can at least provide him some piece of sleeping I will do that.
Night time came around and I am more than ready to try out my plan. It is 15 after 3am. I get up and look out my little window in the door. I don't see anyone. I crack the door open looking up and down the hall. I do not see any nurses. I close my door and quickly move across the hall. I open Kyle's door and close it quickly. I can see that he is sweating. Jesus I hope I am not too late. I climb under the covers and spoon him close to me despite him being sweaty.
"It's okay Kye" I whisper. "I am here, everything is going to be okay. Sleep well" I get settled into the position and drift off quickly. I wake up just in time to go back to my room. I feel so groggy but I make it back over. Holy fuck I am tired. I wonder do I have the choice to sleep in. I could always eat breakfast and come back to my room. Yeah let me do that. I make my way to the bathroom and wash up. I dread shower time since everything is so open. Doing it with my football team is one thing but with crazed strangers, not cool.
I sat down for my breakfast of the day. I just grabbed some fruit and toast not wanting anything heavy.
"You look tired as fuck" stated Kenny.
"I am" I replied. "After this I am going back to bed."
"I slept pretty good" said Kyle. Your welcome. I felt like death today. I eat quickly and make my way back to my room. I have about an hour and a half before my appointment. I plop down on the bed face first. I snuggled into my pillow. I was about to drift off when I heard Kyle call out to me. I don't even have the energy to roll over.
"What?" I ask.
"Can I lay with you?" he asked.
"Your still tired?" I asked.
"A little" he says softly.
"Okay come on. I don't have much time." Kyle gets into my bed and I spoon him as I had done earlier that morning. He smells like the soap they have here as oppose to his usual soap. I am so comfortable that when it is time for my appointment I don't want to go. I had to pull myself away.
"I'll be back" I told Kyle.
"It's cool." He said standing up. "I am going to go hang out with Kenny." I head off towards the office. I was almost late. Dr. Harrington is happy to see me.
"Hi Stan how are you today? You look very tired."
"I am" I said plopping down in my seat.
"Well I do have some good news for you" said Dr. Harrington. "You have been good so you can close your room door during the day if you like. We will soon start having field trips that you can also participate in if you like."
"Awesome"
"I also want to go over your results."
"Results for what?" Although I have allowed you to talk about whatever you want I was able to gather information" explained Dr. Harrington. He was taking notes so yes I knew what he was talking about but I wouldn't let him know that.
"Stan, I will be sharing the results with your parents. Have you spoken to them since being here?"
"No" I replied crossing my arms. "I can talk to them later."
"Um, okay. Well you want to take precaution. You could end up with depression or an addiction to drugs or alcohol. So far you are doing great but you will need to be honest with yourself." What the fuck. He doesn't know me as much as he thinks he does. What is he talking about?
"Dr. Harrington, I don't know what you think you know but I am no drunk." I drink sometimes and get high but I am not telling him that. "I am being honest with myself and I don't think I have any problems."
"Perhaps" he replied. "My nurses reported that you are very close to Kyle."
"And? He's my best friend."
"You seem very protective of him." I think carefully of my next words.
"Well of course I am. I have known him since pre k. He is a really strong person but after the accident he was a little, well he is having a hard time."
"What about you? How are you handling the accident?"
"I am fine. I am mostly worried about Kyle."
"Why are you so worried about him?"
"What do you mean why? He's my best friend." I am starting to get agitated.
"Do you love him?"
"Well yeah I love him. He's my best friend."
Dr. Harrington cleared his throat. "I mean in a romantic way, Stan."
"No" I said not even thinking about it. I think back to the sleep overs we have cuddling at night and the hand holding. It was all to calm him down and make him feel better, right?
"Okay" replied Dr. Harrington. "I am thinking we may bring your family in here for group therapy."
"Please no!" I exclaim. "My family has a lot of issues and I can't deal with their shit while dealing with my own. Come on doc have a heart." He was quite for a moment.
"We don't have to just yet. Now let's discuss some ways for you to deal with your anger and issues." I try so hard to not flip this guy off. I do not have any problems with anger. God how is he handling Cartman. That is someone with serious issues and anger. I listen to his bullshit for the remainder of my time.