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dreamlikenewyork2013-11-10 02:57 pm
bringmebacktoyou) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2013-11-10 02:57 pm
"Then I hope there's someone out there who can bring me back to you."
Who: Jeremy Peterson with others
What: Breaking point
Where: High Dependency Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Saturday evening
A case conference. That's what they called it. It was basically where doctors, therapists, and his family squashed themselves into his room and talked about him like he wasn't even there. His face was stoney and lips pressed together tightly, green eyes locked on the medical professionals on one side of his bed, and then sharply shifted to his family on the other side of him. Some of his family anyway. The one person he wanted and needed wasn't there. He loved his parents and he loved Kyle, but there was something building up inside him and gaining momentum that was about to explode if they didn't stop lying to him about Tyler.
Everything they were talking about Jeremy would have understood if he was actually taking it in. Sure, it took work for his brain to absorb things right now, but if people walked him through it slowly and were okay to repeat things for him so he could work on retaining it, he was getting better every day. In fact, he had no fucking clue why he was still stuck in this damn hospital bed. Why did someone still have to follow him to the bathroom? Why was someone watching him every minute, every second? He wanted out. He wanted out to wherever his twin was. Why the fuck wouldn't they listen to him whenever he asked for Tyler?!
It was medication they were discussing. Or rehab. Maybe even neurology. Jeremy lost track about fifteen minutes ago when he stopped trying to listen and understand, instead resorting to glaring at every person in the room when they opened their mouths. No one noticed. No one even picked up on the fact he was getting increasingly pissed off by the second. It was when his father was suggesting transforming a bedroom back in Providence to a more patient-friendly area so they could get him home that Jeremy just... snapped. His hand angrily planted against the edge of the portable table sitting over his lap with the laptop he had been watching movies on and with a strength he didn't even know he had, he slammed it across the room and into the wall, not only smashing the table but also the laptop into little pieces, narrowly missing the physiotherapist sitting closest to him. "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! STOP TALKING ABOUT ME LIKE I'M NOT FUCKING HERE!"
He managed to rip the IV out of his arm and disloged the cardiac pads on his chest so the monitor was flatlining. Blood was oozing from his arm onto the white sheets. He barely even noticed. "WHY WON'T ANY OF YOU FUCKING TALK ABOUT TYLER?" he finally demanding and when a nurse came in to try to come help him, she had to stop short when Jeremy nailed her with another furious glare. "No one fucking touch me. I just want to know where Tyler is." He sat forward a little in the bed. He wanted out of it, but he wasn't sure he could trust his legs to hold him. His mind might be healing, but his body was taking longer to regain the strength. "I ask and ask for him. I have fucking asked every single one of you in this room where Tyler is, why he isn't here. No one tells me. You all fucking change the subject. Why are you keeping him from me? Is he dead? Fucking tell me! IS HE DEAD?" he screamed at them, frustrated tears streaming down his cheeks.
Thank god it was his mom who finally moved closer to him. She had her own tears falling, and took his arm, wrapping the edge of the sheet over the bleeding wound to try to staunch the bleeding. His dad was just sitting there stiffly with his head hung and beside him, Kyle was white as a ghost just gaping at Jeremy with his mouth hanging open a little. "Jeremy, my darling, Tyler's not dead. He's alive, he's just... he's..." Mrs Peterson baulked, floundering with what she was supposed to say here. They probably should have seen this coming, but Jeremy had always been the placid one of all the brothers. He was the quiet bashful one, the sweetheart, the one who liked playing Dominoes with the elderly and helped grandmothers unstack their groceries at the store. Then there was Kyle, the sporting rough nut who spend his childhood falling out of tress or getting dirty every time he was let out of the house. Tyler had been the smart and calculating one. The top of his grade, straight As, poised to be an attorney. Then everything was ripped away from him and their family began to fall apart. Jeremy had been the glue that kept trying to hold everything together. He never gave up on Tyler, he fought for him the whole way, no matter how much Tyler tried to push him away. It was ultimately what got him hurt, with Tyler nearly getting him killed one night... none of which Jeremy remembered. "Honey, Tyler's very sick. H-He doesn't..." She dissolved into sobs before she could even begin to try to explain it to him.
Normally his mom crying would send Jeremy into sympathy tears. He was a sensitive guy, and he hated seeing his family upset. This time, it only got him even more angry and he pushed her away from his arm. "FUCK! JUST GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT! I DON'T WANT ANY OF YOU HERE!" he shouted, pushing his feet against the end of the bed, trying to fight off the painful frustration. His fingers clawed at clumps of his hair before his hands covered his face to try to block it all out. "I want Nathan. Bring me Nathan. You're all just fucking lying to me! He's dead, I know he's dead. I can't feel him, he's gone! Fuck you all for lying to me! Why don't you fucking listen to me! I'm fucking sick of being talked over and talked about like I'm not fucking here! Just fuck off! All of you, get out of my fucking face!" It was probably going to lead to them thinking he had lost his mind and blame the head injury, but he didn't care. He didn't care if that was what it was. All he cared about was having Tyler back, and no one was giving it to him. No one understood.
The staff filed out of his room, and his father ushered his mom and younger brother out, all three of them falling apart too, but Jeremy couldn't see it. He pulled his legs up, wrapping his arms around them and burying his face into the corner of his elbow, breaking down. No one understood what it felt like to not have your twin there. It was like half of him was missing, and it was sucking his sanity out of him. Something was wrong with Tyler, but no one would tell him what. If they weren't going to listen to him and help him, he would fucking find Tyler himself.
NARRATIVE, SCENE COMPLETE
What: Breaking point
Where: High Dependency Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Saturday evening
A case conference. That's what they called it. It was basically where doctors, therapists, and his family squashed themselves into his room and talked about him like he wasn't even there. His face was stoney and lips pressed together tightly, green eyes locked on the medical professionals on one side of his bed, and then sharply shifted to his family on the other side of him. Some of his family anyway. The one person he wanted and needed wasn't there. He loved his parents and he loved Kyle, but there was something building up inside him and gaining momentum that was about to explode if they didn't stop lying to him about Tyler.
Everything they were talking about Jeremy would have understood if he was actually taking it in. Sure, it took work for his brain to absorb things right now, but if people walked him through it slowly and were okay to repeat things for him so he could work on retaining it, he was getting better every day. In fact, he had no fucking clue why he was still stuck in this damn hospital bed. Why did someone still have to follow him to the bathroom? Why was someone watching him every minute, every second? He wanted out. He wanted out to wherever his twin was. Why the fuck wouldn't they listen to him whenever he asked for Tyler?!
It was medication they were discussing. Or rehab. Maybe even neurology. Jeremy lost track about fifteen minutes ago when he stopped trying to listen and understand, instead resorting to glaring at every person in the room when they opened their mouths. No one noticed. No one even picked up on the fact he was getting increasingly pissed off by the second. It was when his father was suggesting transforming a bedroom back in Providence to a more patient-friendly area so they could get him home that Jeremy just... snapped. His hand angrily planted against the edge of the portable table sitting over his lap with the laptop he had been watching movies on and with a strength he didn't even know he had, he slammed it across the room and into the wall, not only smashing the table but also the laptop into little pieces, narrowly missing the physiotherapist sitting closest to him. "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! STOP TALKING ABOUT ME LIKE I'M NOT FUCKING HERE!"
He managed to rip the IV out of his arm and disloged the cardiac pads on his chest so the monitor was flatlining. Blood was oozing from his arm onto the white sheets. He barely even noticed. "WHY WON'T ANY OF YOU FUCKING TALK ABOUT TYLER?" he finally demanding and when a nurse came in to try to come help him, she had to stop short when Jeremy nailed her with another furious glare. "No one fucking touch me. I just want to know where Tyler is." He sat forward a little in the bed. He wanted out of it, but he wasn't sure he could trust his legs to hold him. His mind might be healing, but his body was taking longer to regain the strength. "I ask and ask for him. I have fucking asked every single one of you in this room where Tyler is, why he isn't here. No one tells me. You all fucking change the subject. Why are you keeping him from me? Is he dead? Fucking tell me! IS HE DEAD?" he screamed at them, frustrated tears streaming down his cheeks.
Thank god it was his mom who finally moved closer to him. She had her own tears falling, and took his arm, wrapping the edge of the sheet over the bleeding wound to try to staunch the bleeding. His dad was just sitting there stiffly with his head hung and beside him, Kyle was white as a ghost just gaping at Jeremy with his mouth hanging open a little. "Jeremy, my darling, Tyler's not dead. He's alive, he's just... he's..." Mrs Peterson baulked, floundering with what she was supposed to say here. They probably should have seen this coming, but Jeremy had always been the placid one of all the brothers. He was the quiet bashful one, the sweetheart, the one who liked playing Dominoes with the elderly and helped grandmothers unstack their groceries at the store. Then there was Kyle, the sporting rough nut who spend his childhood falling out of tress or getting dirty every time he was let out of the house. Tyler had been the smart and calculating one. The top of his grade, straight As, poised to be an attorney. Then everything was ripped away from him and their family began to fall apart. Jeremy had been the glue that kept trying to hold everything together. He never gave up on Tyler, he fought for him the whole way, no matter how much Tyler tried to push him away. It was ultimately what got him hurt, with Tyler nearly getting him killed one night... none of which Jeremy remembered. "Honey, Tyler's very sick. H-He doesn't..." She dissolved into sobs before she could even begin to try to explain it to him.
Normally his mom crying would send Jeremy into sympathy tears. He was a sensitive guy, and he hated seeing his family upset. This time, it only got him even more angry and he pushed her away from his arm. "FUCK! JUST GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT! I DON'T WANT ANY OF YOU HERE!" he shouted, pushing his feet against the end of the bed, trying to fight off the painful frustration. His fingers clawed at clumps of his hair before his hands covered his face to try to block it all out. "I want Nathan. Bring me Nathan. You're all just fucking lying to me! He's dead, I know he's dead. I can't feel him, he's gone! Fuck you all for lying to me! Why don't you fucking listen to me! I'm fucking sick of being talked over and talked about like I'm not fucking here! Just fuck off! All of you, get out of my fucking face!" It was probably going to lead to them thinking he had lost his mind and blame the head injury, but he didn't care. He didn't care if that was what it was. All he cared about was having Tyler back, and no one was giving it to him. No one understood.
The staff filed out of his room, and his father ushered his mom and younger brother out, all three of them falling apart too, but Jeremy couldn't see it. He pulled his legs up, wrapping his arms around them and burying his face into the corner of his elbow, breaking down. No one understood what it felt like to not have your twin there. It was like half of him was missing, and it was sucking his sanity out of him. Something was wrong with Tyler, but no one would tell him what. If they weren't going to listen to him and help him, he would fucking find Tyler himself.
NARRATIVE, SCENE COMPLETE