The nurse

Warnings: mention of self harm and blood.

Words 1191

Description: Tyler's best friend, Michael (not Jøsh yet), has back stabbed him and burnt his lyric journal. Tyler then turned to cutting and self harming. He goes to the hospital because of it and meets someone who isn't so different from him.

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The world hates me. Everyone makes fun of my mental illness.

Cut.

Blood.

Tears.

My own best friend hates me and left me. I don't deserve to live.

Cut.

Blood.

Tears.

My ex best friend burnt my journal of songs. Everything I've ever made is dead now inside the grave.

Cut.

Blood.

Tears.

Dizziness.

It's time to say goodbye, to the earth and now my worthless life.

Cut.

More blood.

I look at myself in the mirror. All I can see is fear. It's just fear and a face. I don't recognize it.

"This is it." I whispered

Blackout.

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I woke up the next morning with a headache.

I turned my head to the right to see the big red numbers on the clock.

4:37

PM or AM? I though as I looked through the curtains.

The sun was seeping through slightly.

4:37 PM

I lifted my arm to rub my eyes. When I do I realize I have an IV in my arm.

Finally I take in my surrounding and look around.

I'm in a hospital.

"Mr. Jøseph! You're awake." The nurse smiles and comes over to me.

I don't know her, what does she think she's doing trying to cure a man who doesn't want to be cured?

She softly takes my arm and start unwrapping the gauze on my...    battle scars.

I flinch slightly and try to pull my arm away but she firmly grips it and takes the now red gauze off my arm.

"If I don't change them they will get infected." She says, as she takes out some fresh gauze.

"You don't know, maybe I want them infected." I say quietly, watching as she makes her way back to my arm.

"Hmm, well if it gets infected I'll have to cut off your arm." She says as she stares at me.

Her stare is so strong that I look down. She continues to patch my arm.

"You got tons of calls by the way. Your phone is on the desk there." She points to the desk beside my bed and I absentmindedly look where she's pointing.

I sigh and pick up my phone.

3 missed calls from Michael

Michael. That was my best friend until he burnt my journal.

He was the only one I trusted to show it to and he ruined it. He ruined me.

Why is he calling me now?

"Who is it?" The nurse asks before letting out a small giggle and covering her mouth. "Sorry I'm nosy."

I stare at her blankly, before shutting my phone off and setting it on the table.

"Can I go?" I ask, as I fiddle with the IV.

"Woah, No!" She runs over to fix my IV and sets me back in the bed. "No, I- I need you to stay here."

I squint my eyes at the woman.

"Why?" I ask rudely.

"B-because you hurt yourself, a-and I need to supervise you." She stutters nervously.

I roll my eyes and relax my muscles into the bed.

"If you need any help let me know, I'm here for anything." She offers. That puts a smirk on my face.

"Okay, so help me leave." She starts shaking her head vigorously.

"Nope."

"But you said anything that'll help me." I shrug

"That won't help you." She sternly replies back.

I glare at her. A full on death glare that even scares me when I look in the mirror.

She doesn't break eye contact, and gives a soft sad smile.

"Look, I want to help you. I understand what you're going through-" I slam my fist on the table next to me, making some plastic thing fall.

"You don't know shit!" I yell in anger. I hate when people say they understand but then absolutely stab me in the back 5 seconds later.

"Yes I do!" She walks closer to me and starts pulling up her sleeve. There she had scars. Some were her natural skin tone, so those must've been a while ago, but there were freshly red ones too.

She lets out a quiet almost not even audible sob, before turning away and walking into my room's bathroom.

I watch her the whole way and once she shuts the door I stare at the door in shock. My mouth agape.

A few minutes later she comes out of the bathroom with a tissue and her sleeves pulled down.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, and she shakes her head.

"D-don't tell anyone okay?" She whispers. I nod and mouth an okay. "I should probably- I should probably let you rest."

She begins to walk out.

"Don't leave." I say, and she turns around. "What's your name?"

She walks over and sits in the visiting chair.

"Y/N." She says. I smile. I inhale before whispering 'beautiful.'

She smiles.

"So do you have other patients or..." I try to start a conversation.

"No, you were sort of an emergency so they assigned me because my last patient just left." She shrugs.

"Oh." I look down to think about what else to say. I smile and look up at her, letting out an awkward laugh. She looks at me weirdly. "I write songs." I say as if I was 7 years old.

My face lights up as I talk about my passion, and she smiles.

"That's amazing." She smiles and I find myself staring.

No, what am I doing?

"Does this place have an ukulele?" I look around.

"No. I do though, in the break room. I'll be back." And she gets up and shuffles out

It takes her a few minutes to return, and for some reason I couldn't wait for her to.

"Here ya go." She says with a smile. I take it and nod a thank you.

"Okay, um... this one is called House Of Gold."

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Once I was done playing she clapped and cheered. I hand her back her ukulele and she strums it's a few times real quick but then places it beside her.

"You play too?" I ask.

"Not really. I know Can't Help Falling In Love, but that's it." She shrugs and I nod.

I sort of wanted to ask her when I could leave, but at the same time I didn't want to.

"I should probably go check up with the doctor." she says a few minutes later. I nod silently, and she walks out.

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At the end of the day around 6:00pm Y/N came in and said I could finally leave.

I gather up my things, which isn't a lot of things just my phone and a packet of gauze she gave me, and I begin to walk out.

"Have a nice day, Tyler." She says softly from behind me.

Chills go down my back from my name rolling of her tongue. Why? I have no idea. But isn't that a sign to ask for a number?

"C-can I get your number?" I ask nervously.

She smiles and walks over to her purse and gets a notepad and pen.

"Of course, Tyler." She says. I smile.

I now have a girls number.

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Hi, so this is the 21st chapter but it isn't the 21st story so the next story will be counted as the 21st special løl