"Charlie, Dr. Sterling is here to see you." Don said, from outside his door.
Charlie wished that he would go away, that all of them would go away to leave him in peace.
"Charlie?" Dr. Sterling's voice came through the door." Could you please open the door. I'd like to talk to you and I won't take much of your time."
Charlie still didn't move from the bed. He just closed his eyes and drifted, until Don spoke with an angry shout,"Charlie, open this door or I will bang in open."
Charlie quickly got up and opened the door, seeing Dr.Sterling standing looking stunned and Don ready to bust down the door.
"Next time you worry us like that, swear to god, Charlie, I'm gonna stick you to my side with glue." Don said. Charlie remained silent, with his head bowed.
"Charlie, can I speak with you?" Dr. Sterling said, gesturing inside. Dr. Sterling was an man in his fifties with grey tinges already in his hair.
"I suppose." Charlie said, brattily.
He gestured for Dr. Sterlings to enter his room. His room was very cluttered, with math books, pens and absent whiteboards lying about. There was place on the bed, and Charlie gestured Mr. Sterlings to it while he took the only chair in the room.
"Charlie, you haven't been coming to your appointments." Dr. Sterling said, once they had both sat.
"I've been busy." Charlie replied, looking at his hands.
"Charlie, you know the appointments are contigent to your discharge. If you miss any more, you will have to be hospitalized again." Dr. Sterling said, sternly. Charlie steadfastly did not look up and hid his face." Well, I have updated your father on your condition and have advised him to hire a medical aid for you."
"Medical aid!I'm not dying!" Charlie exclaimed.
"I assure you he is very experienced and will get you to your appointments on time, whether you like it or not. You can discuss the rest with him when he arrives." Dr.Sterling said
"I'll send him back. This is my house." Charlie said, anger clouding his eyes.
"He will live here and be like a companion to you." Dr. Sterling said. Outside, noise was coming from his door handle.Charlie opened the door and stood in shock, while Don held what remained of his door handle.
"Don, what the hell are you doing?" Charlie said, trying to snatch back his doorhandle.
"Sorry, Charlie. Your medical aid has arrived downstairs, his orders." Don said, with a smirk.
Charlie rolled his eyes and felt a headache swarming. He strode downstairs to meet the medical aid person, who he already decided, he will not like. Not at all.