Paging Dr. Way

Everything, anything and evertyhing ever since I fired that gun has been a blur. I don't know where I am, my condition, or even if I'm still alive.
Judging by the monotones of machines and IV's in my limbs I can only dread that I'm not decceased.
Someone pulled me from that damn river but currently, I feel no thankfulness for their actions.
I just wanted to end it. I want a way out, suicide was my only option, but no I still have to live in this fucking mess I didnt even create.
Since I didn't get anything good out of my deathwish, I decide that no ones going to get anything good out of me.
I'm not speaking another fucking word until I see satan himself, welcoming me to my downfall with open arms.
I smile as that though emerges into my brain, but it fades when I realize there's another person in my room.
"Who the fuck are you?" I ask annoyed.
"Nice to meet you too Frank." He mumbles, wheeling over to my bedside in his chair.
I frown and glance him over.
Aside from his british accent and myriads of tattos he's pretty normal looking; Tanned skin, clean shaven face, curly light brown hair, and dark brown eyes.
"I'm Oliver Skyes, But you may call me Dr. Skyes." He informs me, reaching out his hands for me to shake it, I don't. He sighs.
"Do you know why you're here Frankie?" He asks.
I cringe at the nickname before snapping at him, "Don't call me that."
He apologizes before instigating me some more, leading me to get more and more ticked off at him.
"Can we stop with all these fucking useless questions? I'm not going to answer any of them, and If I do you can sure as hell bet that they arent the truth." I scoff, having had enough of Dr. Skyes.
"I'm sorry Frank but no, we need this information for your record."
"I have a fucking record now?! For what being the worlds most pathetic suicide attempt? If so WHOOP-DEE-FUCKIN-DOO!" I scream as I wave my hands in the air. Dr. Skyes narrows his eyebrows at me. I smile, glad I've made him as irritated as he has to me.
"Now if you excuse me," I begin, turnin back to fluff my pillow, "I'm going to sleep."
My response utters a luagh from him.
"Too bad I'm not going to excuse you, I need to give you a tour of the facility." he shoots back. I scowl at him.
I frown and then think it over. If I'm gonna be living here for the rest of my life I'm gonna have to know where to go. I roll my eyes and agree.
Dr. Skyes helps me out of bed and helps me with my walking IV's, which I soon find out are supplementing my veins with blood and numbing medications, to help soothe the pain from my lung transplant,
Apparently when the gun went off, the bullet lodged itself into my left lung.
"Who ever saved you had to of saved you almost immediately or you could have died." Skyes says as we walk to the lunch area.
"Kinda what I was going for." I mumble.
He leaves me alone after I order my dinner and it is set at my table. I sit next to a boy with blue eyes and shaggy brown hair, he introduces himself as Kellin.
He has a speech impediment, and he seems overly nervous.
"So what're you here for?" I ask as I softly chew on my burger.
"They say I - I uh see things, b- but the-they're real." he stutters.
"Don't worry man I get them too."
He smiles weakly.
Kellin and I manage little conversation until Dr. Skyes comes back to retrieve me, I say my goodbyes and then follow him to the gym.
While we're there I explore a bit on my own, voyaging into the mens locker room where I encounter a burly figure.
He turns around, his hair is short and somewhat spikey, he has a huge grin on his face, he's wearing sunglasses even though were indoors and is dressed in shorts and a tank top.
"Well if it isn't a newbie."
"Yeah you could call me that." I mutter.
He slams me up against the lockers.
"What're you gonna do prick?" He cackles.
"Nothing, you can pummel me to death right here, I'd be hella glad." I laugh, un-Intimidated.
'What if I made you suck my dick?" He smirks.
I frown.
"Don't worry, I get dick in my mouth all the time." I reassure him.
"But you don't get my dick." He says breathing down my neck.
"I'm not sure I want it."
"Oh you want it trust me." He whispers, trying to be seductive but failing miserably. He starts to grind up against my leg and ultimately that's just turning me off. I shove him off of me and and he punches me in the stomach.
"No one ever Rejects Austin Carlie." He spits before storming off. I lay on the ground wheezing until Skyes finds me and helps me back to my feet. I thank him.
"I think that's enough for tonight." he says as we walk back to my room.
But when we arrive a new figure is there.
He face is pale against his fire engine red hair, his hazel eyes glow with a comforting warmth that allures me, his cheekbones are prominent and his lips ghostly.
"Hello there Oliver," He greets smiling. He turns to me and his eyes grow wider slightly, a smirk playing across his slim lips.
"Why hello there." He says getting up.

"Uh hi." I mumble.
"Whats your name?"
"Frank."
"Ah," he says strolling away and then turning swiftly on his heel. "I've been expecting you."

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