Everybody Lies [Red]

All Lochlann had been trying to do was sleep.

That's what he'd been trying to do when he took the pills and what he'd been trying to do since he got here, but it was impossible.

He had his stomach pumped during the night, been on a steady drip of god knows what in the stupid nasty IV's they had lodged into his hand and elbow, and every few minutes someone checked on him to make sure he wasn't trying to kill himself again.

At least they'd untied him. He'd tried to bite someone earlier, but he supposed now they knew how exhausted he was. Another doctor came in and shut the blinds and the drawer and Lochlann blinked up at her sleepily. It took everything he had to keep his eyes up at her face and not on her tits.

"Seventeen year old male. Kelpie. Admitted yesterday for overdose. So.. Mr..... Mr. Cabyll-Ushtey, Looks like you were having a bit of a party. Take too much or did you try to hurt yourself?"

"Neither," Lochlann said. His voice was hoarse. "I didn't overdose, I'm not trying to kill myself, I'm not trying to do anything except get some god damn sleep."

He was bitter from saying the same thing over and over again. He hadn't overdosed because only addicts could overdose, and Lochlann wasn't an addict. It also irritated him that she'd just come right out and said Kelpie, even though he knew the hospital knew. This wasn't his first time here.

She looked irritated, though, and maybe he was just tired, but he thought he caught a slight shaking of her hands.

"What are you here for?" he asked, suspiciously. No way was she going to stick a needle in him, no matter how nice her tits were.

"I'm a new doctor here."

"Great, okay, that explains it--there was a mistake. You can just leave and go find the right victim you're supposed to be torturing. I'm not even supposed to be here," Lochlann said. He was still convinced nothing had happened, even though he couldn't remember anything from yesterday. Still, a small part of him was grateful to not have Aiden Hart as his doctor again.

Then she was shining a flashlight in his eyes. His pupil didn't contract at all, and the light just burned him. He tried to turn his head away and get out of her grasp, but at least it seemed like it irritated her just as badly.

There was something about her mannerisms that Lochlann recognized. She looked like how he felt before he had a drink in the mornings. He felt a moments sympathy or kinship for her, but it quickly disappeared when he remembered what she was. Fucking doctors. Even if she did have great tits.

"The amount of horse tranquilizers and sleeping aids paired with the alcohol in your blood stream was nearly enough to kill you. If it wasn't for you getting here it would of happened. I'm here doing a more in depth exam. Noninvasive. If might add."

"Could you maybe not?" Lochlann asked. In depth exam scared him, even if noninvasive was sort of a relief. Aftering being forced to stay awake while they pumped his stomach, Lochlann was about done with everything. He was raw, hurting, scared, and tired, and the only thing he could do was lash out to try and protect himself.

"That's impossible anyway," Lochlann said, crossing his arms and trying to make his body as small and far away from her as possible "I've taken more--"

He stopped both because he was afraid of incriminating himself, and because she just took something. At first, he thought it was a mint, but it dissolved the second it touched her tongue and the shaking stopped. Her eyes had that relaxed look that Lochlann was having trouble finding at the bottom of the bottle.

He was intrigued.

"Mr.Cabyll-Ushtey. You have come in here more than once. Now. You can talk to me about why you took so much just to get sleep or we can sit here until I feel like clocking out at the end of my shift."

"I just want to sleep," Lochlann said. His voice was almost pleading. "That's a great idea--why don't you go sit somewhere that isn't here until your shift is over?"

His breath was coming in short, hard bursts, and it was taking a lot of energy to stay this tense. His heart was starting to pound, but it was erratic, still messed up from last night. His chest hurt. He felt like he was going to pass out...again.

"Please just leave me alone," his voice was desperate. He wanted to get out of here. He resented the bright red bracelet on his arm that didn't say fall risk, but flight risk. The second she left he was trying the window again. He had to get out.

"Actually, I asked for your case specifically. The doctor that was originally taking it was a Dr. Aiden I can always give it back to him. He was practically frothing at the mouth when he found your file was switched with some guys with some bad gout."

Lochlann's eyes widened at the mention of Aiden Hart and a slight shake of his head betrayed his anxiety at the situation. He'd collapsed back into the bed, scratching at his inner elbow in an attempt to 'accidentally' knock the IV out. again.

"Sorry Kiddo. If I skip out on it this one then I have to prick you a few times and get you into all kinds of machines and if there is more to what I found then you're going to be here longer."

"We can do none of that, and you can just let me go home," Lochlann asked, trying to keep his voice level. More to what she found? Nuh uh. They weren't going to find anything. nothing was missing. As soon as he could he wanted to be home.

She sat down on the stool next to him and pulled out a giant needle. Lochlann was pressed to the far end of his bed, as distant as he could get from her. When she popped open her shirt, his eyes widened, but he quickly looked away to try and give her some privacy when he realized she was doing....something. It looked like it hurt.

"Sorry bout that. I only have one lung and at times I have to drain the white blood cells from the opposite lung. It helps from time to time to keep me breathing."

"Oh," Lochlann said. And then he wasn't sure what else to say, so he said, "I'm sorry."

Maybe he'd guessed wrong about her, then. She wasn't shaking anymore, but then again.....

She pulled a few strands of his hair out and he flinched, killing his train of thought. That was some passive-aggressive elementary school bullshit.

When she was gone, the first thing that Lochlann did was get out of bed. He was very unsteady and he fell at least twice, but he managed to get himself to the window, dragging the mess of IV poles and whatever else was hooked up with him to the window. It was sealed. Fuck. He should have known. He knocked on the glass.

Whatever. He could do this.

Lochlann took a deep breath, tried to run, and then slammed into the window.

When Azeria would return, Lochlann would be passed out on the floor.

Lochlann woke up in hell.

The moments of unconsciousness had not been blissful or restless. He still felt raw and chewed out. His veins had felt like something alive had chewed their way through him. He hurt. He was running hot and his mouth was dry. He was convinced that, if he could sleep through this, he'd feel better.

Lochlann had no idea how detoxing worked.

He blinked his eyes and saw Dr. BigTitts-LittleButton sitting across from him. She was saying words at him, and he blinked slowly.

"Nice to see you awake and waiting for me to come back Mr. Loch. These are the rest results from the hair follicle sample I took from you previously. It shows here that you've been abusing drugs for nearly a year now. Care to tell me about it or do you want to spend all your time here?"

There was a sandwich, and she was eating one, and she was asking him questions about drugs, and his hair? or something.

He couldn't focus because he couldn't move. His hands and ankles were bound. No.
no.
No
.no
no trapped
trapped
trapped

"Fuck," was all he managed, along with several minutes of desperate attempts at writhing, but he couldn't. get. out.

"Please," he panted. "Please stop."

He tried to think of her question, hoping that desperate line would get him out of this mess.

"I'm not abusing drugs."

He wasn't abusing them, that was absurd. Addicts abused drugs.

Lochlann was getting ready to either pass out or...he wasn't sure. He was thinking. He was just trying to figure out how to get out when she pinched his nose. His body had enough of being deprived of oxygen in the last few hours and he gasped instantly, and then something was in his mouth.

He wanted to spit it out but he couldn't, and then he didn't want to do anything.

A wave of calm shot through him like a bullet. He remained tensed out of sheer stubbornness, but his body couldn't take much longer.

"Lochlann? Hey.. Come on. Relax with me."

He made a small whimper of protest and then he broke.

His body crumpled into the mattress and for the first time in what felt like weeks, Lochlann felt really, really good. He couldn't even remember what he felt bad about. He couldn't remember why he was so afraid of being here. He kind of wanted to sleep.

All he managed to say was a very hoarse, "Oh."