(Hmmmmm alrighthtthtttt)
Slyvastor found a parking spot and hesitated in his car. He didn’t want to get out. He despised the sickly smell of the hospital, the crying children, the agony in most of the patients. This place was the place that fired up his imagination the most, with blood oozing out of walls and limbs falling away from patients as they got carted into the hospital…
(Niiiiiiiicccccccceeee….)
Lake sat on the couch, trying not to inhale through her nose. The smell of the hospital was so different to her apothecary. The smell of sickness didn't bother her much. It was the smell of the disinfectant and unnatural medicines that made her stomach churn. She curled up and pulled a cloth from her purse with essential oils on it and put it to her face, inhaling the scent, trying not to pass out.
Slyvastor got out of the car and trudged to the hospital anyway. For Lake, He thought desperately as he entered through the front doors, went into the waiting room and sat down next to Lake. He kept his jaws shut and his eyes closed. He felt like puking, but that would lead to more attention from the wretched nurses…
Lake opened her eyes and turned when she felt someone sit down next to her. It was Sylvastor. She commented, voice muffled, "You don't look good. You're sensitive to hospitals too?" She took the cloth from her face and said a little more clearly, "Here. This helps." She held it out to him. A nurse came over. "Your friend will be fine. He just has a concussion, and he will be needing stitches." She held out a folder of papers. "He will need to stay in the hospital, but after you finish the paperwork, you're free to go." Lake thanked her, and the nurse walked away. Lake pulled out a pencil and a blue pen and started filling out the forms. She tried to keep from breathing too much, knowing the scent will trigger her.
Slyvastor shoved it back. “No, no you keep it. It’s fine.” He felt his hands shaking but he ignored it. He didn’t want to make Lake uncomfortable at his own expense.
Lake gave Sylvastor the death glare. "You're obviously more sensitive than me. Take the fucking cloth before I pin you down and hold it to your face." She was in no mood to kid around. She held it out again, keeping her threatening gaze on him.
(There we go, a minor bipolar fluctuation.)
Slyvastor gave her a look, but this was a huge mistake. Her eyes… they hung out of their sockets… he shut his eyes quickly again, shaking his head.
“N-no thank you!” His voice was high and afraid.
Lake snapped back into her nice state again. "Sylvastor…" she said softly. "Sylv, are you having hallucinations?" She put a gentle hand on his arm and said, "Don't open your eyes." She held the cloth to his face determinedly."Don't resist. Take deep breaths. I'm done with the paperwork. We can get out of here now." She stood up, gently pulling Sylvastor with her. She repeated. "Don't open your eyes." The nurse came hurrying over and collected the paperwork. Lake then put a hand on Sylvastor's back and held his hand with her other, and started to guide him out.
(Emi, yes! I can relate so much to the a lot/ alot issue! It's like, people whyyyyyy?? There's such a thing as proper grammar you know!)
(Yaeeeeeeesssssss thank youuuuuuuuuuuu arrrggrhghhghg PEOPLE TRYNA TELL ME ALOT IS A WORD HONEY NO)
Slyvastor’s hands jumped to his face. “Don’t resist what?” His voice was still high and afriad, but he let himself get lead from the hospital and to his car. “Where are we going?”
Lake dropped his hand to open the car door. "We're at the car Sylvastor. Get in. Are you okay now that we're out of the hospital?" Lake looked at his panicked face worry washing over her. All she wanted right now was to make him feel better, but she felt so helpless. "Is there something else I can do to help?", she practically begged.
Slyvastor groped around for the car door and slowly opened his eyes. They still had a strange sheen of red, and the thick, white-eyed, tall shadows, but he had accepted those as a part of his life long ago.
“Y-yeah… I’m okay. Thank you.”
Lake was still worried, but got into the passenger seat. She tried to wipe the panicked look off her face, but did not succeed. She tried not to yell, but did anyways, "Why did you even go inside if you knew it was that bad you idiot?" She scrunched up into a ball, taking deep breaths to keep her from hyperventilating. "What did you see when-when you looked at me?" She was trying to figure out what was going on, when her head snapped up and she looked at him quickly. "Do you have schizophrenia?"
Slyvastor swallowed as she yelled at him. “I-I just didn’t want to leave you there.” He tightened his grip on the stickshift so his knuckles turned white.
“I have psychosis. And schizophrenia.”
Lake looked like she had just mentally collapsed. She looked back at Sylvastor and said quietly, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to y-yell." She put her hands over her face and tucked into herself, turning away. "You scared the crap out of me…" She chuckled, but there was no humor in it. "Crap. What's wrong with me..?" She chuckled again. "You know what? Everything. That's what's wrong with me. I can't even help my fucking boyfriend without my bipolar kicking in."
Slyvastor swallowed nervously and shifted his grip. “That’s okay. You can’t help it.” He didn’t know what to say, he felt useless and lame in situations like this. Especially considering that one of those large shadows staring at him.
Lake took a deep breath and pulled something from her purse. "Actually, there is something I can do to help it, but it makes me emotionless basically, and I hate that. Also, I worry it'll damage me." She sighed. It was her only modern medicine she took, and only when absolutely necessary. She popped a couple pills. "Are you still hallucinating, or are you good to drive?" She asked Sylvastor, not looking at him, drawing her black hood up over her head.
Slyvastor gave her a worried look and gently tugged her hoodie down, setting a hand on her face. “You don’t have to do anything, Lake. Please, don’t hide from me.”
Lake stared at him blankly and said in a monotone, "Too late. I popped the pills." She looked back out the front window, expressionless. "I'd really need to be in a extreme mood to feel anything now. I hate how fast those pills work. Guess my doc knows I refuse to take them and had them strengthened." She slumped and stared into space. "This might take a bit before the wear off, and I'm gonna hate myself when they do."
(This is saaaaaad i wasn’t ready for this sadnesssss)
Slyvastor bit his lip and looked out the window, biting back tears. He stirred the stickshift and backed slowly out of the spot, turned, then went on their way. Stifled, unnatural tears pushed at his eyes.
Lake heard the sniffles, but was in a daze. She knew in the back of her mind that she'd be yelling at herself for this later. So much for not having a relapse… She stared at the scenery going by, her mind blank. Then she remembered something that helped. She pulled out her iPod. She looked at Sylvastor. "Can I put on some music? It helps me with the pills' effect if I sing." She still had the blank, empty look on her face.
(I'm sorry, but this is a role play of people with mental issues. It's gonna get sad.)
Slyvastor shifted his grip on the wheel and gave a slight nod. “Whatever you want.” His voice was stuck in his throat, the road fuzzed over as he drove. Tears spilt over his cheeks; he felt like an overreactive child, which was almost exactly what he was.
(Eesh. Now I feel super bad.)
Lake put her iPod into the AUX and scrolled through her song list. She started muttering to herself again, "Hmmm. Well, this outta bring back some painful memories for me. But it's better than staying in this stupor. And It starts into a kinda monotone, so that'll help me transition back to putting some emotion back in my voice." She pressed the button, and "Tag You're It" by Melanie Martinez started playing. She starting singing.
(Dude that cutting thing I v much dislike. It’s just like, why incorperate something so massively wide known? You might upset someone whose friend died from stuff like that. Like me, for instance.)
Slyvastor didn’t say anything. He couldn’t even bring himself to open his mouth without bursting into tears.
Like a child, He hissed at himself.