Prescription For Life Chap 10

The hospital is meant to be a busy place, one where figures in white are running room to room, some wheeling about the injured and sickly. However, Conrad's mother and a doctor were speaking to one another with tense tones, in the mist of all this hustle and bustle in the hall way. Mrs. Achenleck had paused the doctor from his hectic schedule, verbally trapping him with fierce aggression. "Don't give me statistics Doctor!" she snarled. "You've said it yourself, with the concussion, the lack of oxygen to the brain, the medication- even if he does wake up, there's a chance he won't be the same! He could be some... some retard that will never be able to live a normal life!"

It was upsetting that this wasn't an rare conversation, but this was the first where the doctor ever had to deal with outside of a more private setting. The doctor desperately tried to calm her. "Yes, yes, I know- but honestly that sort of life is better than none at all!" He didn't mean to come off as biased, but honestly, it hadn't even been a month. It baffled him that she was so quick to sign a death warrant, he couldn't help but to argue on the boy's behalf.

"The hell it is!"

Because no one else seemed willing…

"Mrs. Achenleck, there is still a chance that he might.." He sighed, wondering why he was trying to persuade her- it wasn't his job, and it was technically unethical of him to try to change her beliefs. And honestly- he couldn't make any promises over the final result of her son. "...Alright, we'll give it 'til the end of the month like you asked. We will pull the plug then if your son doesn't show any signs of recovery."

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School was out, and Worth had returned to the hospital to visit the boy he'd found in a coma. It still feels sickening to think that Conrad is just an equivalent to a doll at this point. He slips through the hallways by himself, approaching the door to Conrad's room quietly.

Two voices stop him short at the last turn. He recognized the more shrill one as Connikins mother. The one he screamed his lungs out the other day. Worth listened silently to her, to her words, to her demands, a twisting in his gut growing larger and larger until it snapped itself straight.

"Ah- Ah- Fuck!" Worth snapped from behind the corner, stormed up to the woman that dared call herself Confag's mother. "The fuck is wrong with you?! Yer gonna kill yer only kid? Fuck!" Luce's fists were tight at his sides and he nearly slammed them into the wall; he resisted. "Who're you to say who should live an die?! A life's a life! You turn tha' machine off, you commit murder!"

He pointed a finger in the woman's face, and then redirected it to the doctor. "I knew 'im better 'en this bitch! He's- He's jest a scared kid! And you live wi' yerself like this? I saved 'is life, I should 'ave a say!"

The doctor stared in shock at the blonde boy, wonder just where the fuck he came from. He snapped a questioning glance at Mrs. Achenleck, who seemed to not only recognize him but to be displeased at his appearance.

He looked back to the teen, to calm him down, when he realized he was gone.

He had stormed off into the patient in question's room, screaming the still unmoving body.

"Dammit Connie, wake up! Ya gotta wake up, stop being a prissy baby, stop being scared, wake up or they'll kill you!" He yelled desperately, warning him.

Mrs. Achenleck stared at the boy with her mouth hung open. So many, so many things to say back. This was her son; she knows what best for him- not this street rat with a brick thick accent. That no, he did not have a say. That, how dare...How dare he.... But the words lodged in her throat. The most she could muster was an expression of aghast.

The doctor knew the teen's heart was in the right place, but the way he was going about it… This was a danger, or it seemed like a danger- an emotion-fueled fit of rage could cause harm, even if the intention wasn't for anything to be harmed. He signaled over at a passing security guard, pointed him in the direction of the dirty-blonde teen. The guard took Luce by the shoulders and escorts him out.

Luce suddenly felt people grabbing at him, distracting him from what he was doing. He twisted and turned in fury trying to escape, but when it came to no avail. he screamed angrily at the woman as he was pulled away, and the doctor beside her. "It's all yer fault! All'f it! He wes losin' 'is mind, 'e couldn' think straight, cuz 'is own mum hopped 'im up til 'e was sky high wit'em meds! You don't know nothin! Nothing!"

Fury boiled down to a simmer as he was continuously dragged through the hall way back to the entrance, and he irately pulled himself out of the grip of the guard stiffly. "'M fine." He stormed down the hospital steps, then turned again to look up at it once more. Oh, he'd be back; he'd be calm, and he'd be back.