Our anxiety has suddenly increased, and now we need to write something
this.. this not good. Dr. Robby's words don't leave his head throughout the entire shift, and he moves between patients on autopilot, distracted and scared. He needs to do something, he needs to do something, but he doesn't know what, and it scares him to death, and he..
Dennis gasps, pressing himself against the wall in the hallway for a second. Sweat covers his eyes, he can't concentrate, panic grows, and he sinks to the floor, starting to sway from side to side. His thoughts are intertwined, blurring, interrupting each other, and he just can't breathe.
It takes a few minutes before he regains consciousness. It's amazing that no one passed by, no one saw, but he's glad of It. His thoughts keep racing, but the fear has stopped suffocating him, giving him a breath of life-giving air. Dennis slowly reaches the bathroom, quickly washes up, and then returns to work. There are still a few hours until the end of the shift.
But thoughts of Dr. Robby do not leave him. He tries to talk to Dana, Trinity, or anyone else, but there are too many patients, they don't give him a minute's peace, and it makes him want to hit himself on the head with something. He doesn't know what to do.
The thought comes to him an hour before the end of the shift. His eyes were glazed over, and anxiety continued to beat like a bird somewhere in his chest, but now he was serious. He asked Dana off a little early, went out to the parking lot and stared at Robbie's motorcycle, which was innocently standing to the side. Scene after scene replayed in his head, where Robbie was lying on the ground covered in blood, the bike smashed into Splinters, and it took his breath away again.
Whitaker then acts in the best interests of Robby and everyone else. He gets on a motorcycle, starts it up without using the keys (Dennis from Nebraska, damn it, he managed to hack into a tractor at the age of thirteen and ride it at night On a bet with his brothers while the rest of his family was asleep. This decrepit motorcycle is not a hindrance to him). The motorcycle starts up with a roar, and Whitaker has no difficulty getting out of the parking lot.
It's for his own good, Dennis assures himself as he drives past the buildings. He needs to find a secluded corner where he can probably burn the damn bike to hell. His hands are shaking, but he's not paying attention and trying not to think about the fact that he's literally committing a crime. His parents would have disowned him again if they had done it earlier.
An hour later, he stands somewhere outside the city and watches the bike slowly burn down. There is an already rotted cigarette in his hands, and Dennis squeezes the butt before carefully placing it in his pocket. The phone is ringing off the hook.
— Yes? — He finally picks up the phone without even looking at the caller's name.
— Whitaker! Where the hell did you go on my motorcycle?! — Dr. Robby's voice explodes in his ear, and Dennis winces, pushing him slightly away from himself. Tears suddenly come to his eyes, and his body is shaking with sobs. Relief, though a heavy weight, falls on him as he tries to stay on his feet.
— Dr. Robby, I-I just can't let you go! — The words are accompanied by hysterical sobs, and Whitaker cannot calm down. — Y—you're going to k-kill yourself! Don't think I didn't notice! You're a dumb, totally arrogant jerk! If you think you-you can just dump anything on me and I'll sit back, you're wrong! This is not.. — He breaks off when he starts to run out of air, and anger and fear overwhelm him with a new, absorbing force.
It takes a few minutes before he can focus on the man's voice, and he takes a series of deep breaths to compose himself.
— Dr. Robby, I'm not going to let you kill yourself. His voice sounds hoarse, but he's serious. — you can quit, you can try to find a new vocation in life, but you can't kill yourself. Me, Dana, Trinity, Dr. Abbott, everyone else — we love you. You deserve this love. You can't just.. Just leave. I won't allow it. If necessary, I will tie you up and forcibly stuff you with antidepressants to make you feel better. — the words are pouring out of him like a river, and even if he's lying, he's ready to do it. He's as serious as he can possibly be in this state. — Please, let's just.. — He swallows, tasting the copper in his mouth. — I'll come to your house. And we'll talk.
— Okay, kid. — Dr. Robby's voice sounds hoarse and soft, as if he was holding back tears. Dennis notices this, but doesn't say anything, just resets the call and walks back to the road to call an Uber. It's going to hit his finances, but he can't think about it right now because all he can think about is the upcoming meeting. An unpleasant lump settles in his chest.
When the car stops in front of Dr. Robby's house, Whitaker is already completely exhausted. It's hard for him to stay on his feet, his eyes start to close, but he forces himself to walk to the door and knock. At the same moment, the door opens.
Robby looks tired. he silently lets him enter the house, and then closes the door behind him. They stare at each other for a minute, but finally Dennis speaks.
— I burned your bike. — The words come out before he can think, but exhaustion keeps him from panicking again. — You can't kill yourself, Dr. Robby. Please, you're just.. You need therapy. You need help. Please, Dr. Robby, I want to help you. — He breaks down and sobs, and then leans forward to hug the man. He leads him into the living room, and they settle down on the couch, cuddling up to each other.
The rest of the night is filled with shortness of breath, shaky kisses, and anxious whispers, which Robby finally confesses. He admits that he is afraid of being alone, afraid of making mistakes again, afraid of silence and the fact that terrible things will happen to someone close to him and he will outlive them. Dennis listens, clutching the man in his arms, listening to his ragged breathing and raspy voice as he continues and continues to mumble.
In the middle of the night, they fall asleep clutching each other. Their grips don't relax, their bodies are tense, but the beginning has already been made. They.. They'll get through this together.
Okay, it's hard, because a few times we just lost the thread of the plot, and we had to strain to remember. Hopefully we were able to convey this disturbing feeling, guys, we just had to vent it all. Forgive us for any mistakes, if there are any.
