Take it From the Beginning
“Frick, you’re being an idiot, you know that?” I called out at Brian as he was
goofing around in the hotel room that we shared.
Brian cocked a lopsided grin towards me. “That’s why you love me!”
“Yeah, I guess. Are y’all packed?”
“Yep, just a few more momentos for Leighanne and I’ll be all set,” Brian replied
as he walked over towards the dresser and started randomly opening up
drawers.
I stared at him. “What are you missing?”
“My wallet, I thought I left it in a drawer,” Brian replied.
Looking at the distinct outline in his back pants pocket, I cleared my throat. “Ah,
Bri, it’s in your pocket already.”
Brian’s face immediately flushed. “Oh, I must have forgotten that I put it in my
pocket earlier.”
I could tell he was flustered at forgetting such a small detail. Last night he
stepped on my words to a song during a concert. I was even noticing that he was
starting to make up words to some parts in his part of songs, his face would have
a funny look on it and then he would stumble over the words and then pass it off
as a joke.
“No big deal, we’ve all done that before,” I laughed it off.
“True Nickolas, so very true,” Brian replied with a relieved look on his face. He
seemed to be glad that I was dropping the subject. He slung the bag over his
shoulder. “So you coming?”
“Yessum, right behind you,” I replied.
“Nick, you’re time is up for today,” Dr. Worley said softly as he broke into my
thoughts. “I want you to get this filled and I will plan on seeing you back here
tomorrow morning, eight-fifteen a.m.”
I took the white prescription slip and tried to decyper the scribbled handwriting of
the doctor’s. His writing was worse than mine, if that was possible.
“What’s this?” I asked as I stood up.
“A prescription for Zoloft,” the doctor replied.
“What’s that for?”
“It’s a mild anti-depressant and before you argue about this, I don’t prescribe
meds unless I truely feel that the patient is in need of them,” Dr. Worley stated
firmly.
“Oh, I don’t know if I want to take this, I mean people get all vegetable acting and
stuff when they’re on antidepressants.”
“No, this is a mild anti-depressant. Nick, I wouldn’t be giving you this if I didn’t
think you needed it. With all the surrounding circumstances, it’s really something
you do need. Please try it for a few days, I’m sure you’ll be suprised at how well
you’ll feel after you’ve been on them for a couple of days.”
I nodded as I shoved the scrip into my pants pocket. Thanking the doctor, I
walked out of his office and out of the building towards freedom.
