People, they change| Jeff| Open|
Shit. Evan ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled deeply. He was worried about Jeff. The kid had given Evan all the signs of someone suffering from schizophrenia that hadnât had medicine to treat it. And Evan ignored the signs and tried to play it cool. He should have brought him to the doctor. He should have just straight up confronted him. This was his fault. This could have been prevented.
As the doctor approached him, he half-listened to what the guy said. Then he took a piece of paper and scrawled out his phone number onto it. âCall me if thereâs anything I can do, or if anything happens.â It wasnât Evan asking, it was him demanding. The doctor walked away and Evan stood up. Where was he going to go? His car was back at CVS, and he couldnât walk back to it from here, it would take too long and he didnât just want to leave Jeff there. He swore under his breath and walked out of the hospital, standing outside.
He stared at his phone, it had no messages and Evan had never felt so alone. But more than that, he feltâŚangry. Didnt anyone care about Jeff? He probably hadnât been in school for quite some time. Then again, Jeff was a new kid and no one really cared about the new kids. Evan sat down on a curb and continued staring at his phone. He didnât want to bother Lacey, because he didnât want to seem needy and there was no one else who would really care. Sure he could gently inform everyone at Daleview by posting on tumblr, but thatâd be a bad decision, and Jeff could just want this to blow over. So Evan sat there, and didnât do anything.
If Jeff knew he was in a hospital, he would have freaked out. Hospitals were jails to him. They confined him and everyone acted like he was a bomb, ready to explode at any second. He was connected to all sorts of tubes and had been injected with all sorts of things, and still, he knew of none of this. It generally wasn't normal for someone to sleep this long after a seizure, but nothing about this was normal.
