Michael didn't ever want to come back to this damned place. His SQUIP had made that whole thing torture, and he didn't want anything more to do with this stupid cis white guy. He didn't understand what it was like to be shamed for being gay, or being scared someone was going to find out what was actually in your pants. The helper lady lead him back to the waiting room, where his mom was still sitting. She had changed seats, so he figured she had actually moved. She smiled at Michael and stood up, walking over to him.

"How was it honey?" she asked, eyeing him warily. Michael was about to tell her hated it when someone interrupted him.

"I assume you are his mother, right? Robin?" Michael turned to the voice, and saw it was Dr. Coaten. He almost lashed out at the guy, but his mom stepped in before he could.

"I'm Alice, actually," she told him. "His other mom." The doctor nodded, but Michael could see the guys eyebrows raise a bit in question. Michael wanted to roll his eyes. This guy had to of known he had two moms. Maybe he just expected Robin to be there because it was her insurance or something.

"Well, ma'am, would you and your son like to step back into my office for a second? I have something I'd like to discuss with you." Michael wanted to tell the guy no, but his mom had already told him it was alright and was walking towards the office. Michael internally groaned, and followed his mom. His SQUIP warned him to stop slouching as he walked, and Michael told it to screw off. The thing didn't shock him for that, which surprised Michael a lot. Maybe his SQUIP was loosening up a bit? Who knew.

"What would you like to discuss, doctor?" Michael snapped out of his thoughts, not even realizing he was already back in the guy's office. The man went to go stand behind his desk and picked up a folder that Michael could only guess held his records.

"Well, ma'am, I noticed some interesting things as I examined your sons behavior," the man began. "I believe that he has an extreme case of depression, maybe linked to his body insecurities, and he might be a little suicidal."

"I'm not suicidal," Michael suddenly cut in. Dr. Coaten raised an eyebrow at Michael, as if questioning the boys logic. Michael crossed his arms, standing his ground. He was not suicidal.

"Son, have you-"

"Don't you dare call me son," Michael practically growled out.

"Michael!" Alice looked scandalized, and Michael suddenly felt bad. But he didn't like this guy calling him that. It just felt wrong.

"No, ma'am, it is alright. Michael," he continued, as if nothing had happened, "have you every thought of committing suicide, or anything of the sorts?" Michael let out a humorless laugh.

"Haven't most teenagers like me thought about it at least once?" he asks, not realizing with that sentence he confirmed what the doctor was saying.

"There you go, Mr. Mell. Your mind can blind you from the truth about yourself, and I do not want you to do that." Dr. Coaten nodded at the boys mother, and continued the original conversation. "Anyways, as I was saying, Michael also seems to have high anxiety. In my honest opinion, I think you need to schedule another appointment so we can talk about all this a little bit more, and figure out how to handle his anxiety better." Alice smiled and thanked the man, not noticing how Michael frowned. Michael didn't want or need to come back here. This guy didn't know what he was talking about, at all, and Michael didn't want anymore of this. "Here is a list of the prescriptions he needs to take, and-"

"I'm sorry, medications?" Michael demanded. His mother glared at him, but Michael didn't back down.

"Yes, medications," the man answered. "They shouldn't interfere with anything you take for you transition, so don't worry. And it's just an antidepressant and something to help lessen your anxiety." Michael could practically feel his SQUIP saying no, and Michael was already brainstorming ideas on how to avoid taking or to pretend take his medications. The boy didn't hear anything else the doctor said, but he didn't really care. When Alice motioned for Michael to follow her out of the doctor's office, he followed without question. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Even if his mom was giving him a death stare.

"Why are you giving me that look?"

"Why were you being so rude?" Michael took a huge bite of burger to try and avoid that question for a little while longer. His mom had brought him to one of his favorite burger places for lunch, and he was regretting not saying that they should just go home. His mom was giving him one of the mom stares, and he didn't like it one bit. It king of freaked him out, if he were being honest. Michael couldn't avoid the question any longer, so he swallowed and took a deep breath.

"Because he was kind of an asshole," Michael said with a shrug. Alice raised an eyebrow.

"That is not the language I raised you to use, young man," she told him. He face softened though, and she sighed. "I'm just worried, love. I'm sorry if I seem overbearing." Michael shook his head. He understood that she was worried, he just wanted her to understand how he felt.

"No, it's fine Mom," he told her. She nodded and reached into her purse, pulling out the medications. Michael knew what she was going to do. She was going to make him take it right there, in front of her, so he couldn't fake it. She opened both bottles and put a single pill from both in her hand, then handed them over to Michael.

"Alright, take the pills I guess. Let's see if this works!" she exclaimed, forcing out her enthusiasm. Michael glanced at his water, unsure.

'Should I do this?'

'No, you shouldn't Michael. This is a bad idea.'

Honestly, that only made Michael want to do it more. So before his SQUIP could stop him, he put both pills in his mouth and chugged half of his water to get them down. He could hear his SQUIP yelling at him, but it quickly got fuzzy.

'WARNING WARNING WARING.'

Michael flinched a little at the sudden sound in his head, but decided it was worth it.

'POWERING DOWN TO CONSERVE DATA IN 3...2..1...'

Michael suddenly felt a little bit emptier, as if something heavy in his mind had just been lifted. He smiled a little. Even if this was only for a day, it was worth it. Sure, it hadn't been bothering him as much lately, but that didn't mean it hadn't been bothering him.

"Michael, I need to tell you something," Alice suddenly said, pulling Michael's thoughts back to reality.

"Yeah mom?"

"Look, Mama didn't want to tell you this yet, but I feel bad keeping it from you," Alice started out. "Look, I don't want you to feel like you world is about to fall apart, but I just have to tell you this! Please tell me if-"

"Mom, I'll be fine," Michael promised. Besides, what could she tell him that was so bad he might not be able to handle it.

"Michael, Robin and I are getting a divorce."

And the moment that statement left Alice's mouth, Michael completely understood why she thought he might not be able to handle it. Because he couldn't,

That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

I am so so so so so so sorry for not updating sooner! I've been slammed with homework and just haven't had to time nor inspiration to write! But I have been working on a chapter that I can't wait to finish! It's the one after next, and trust me, you'll see why. Also, how many of you saw this coming? I feel like I made it to obvious or something. Or maybe it was to sudden. I don't know. But I have had it planned, so...

Enjoy, I guess! Peace out!