prove me wrong (joshler)

•chapter 7•

"tyler robert joseph
dob: 12-1-88 age:17 date admit:1-19-16 patient #: 506447"

my heart felt heavy and i felt a lump in the back of my throat start to form. i felt a pat on my back. "come on son, let's go." my father was motioning to have me move forward. into this smaller room torwards the side of the waiting room. all that was in there was a chair, a computer, some posters explaining cells, blood, heart stuff. a model skeleton, and the regular doctor stuff by the sink. they asked my father to stay with me in this room and my mother to wait outside.
my anxiety was sky rocketing out of my own body and through the ceiling.
"hello tyler, my name is doctor wicks" he said with a smile. and i noticed it was only men in the room.
my dad and doctor wicks started talking about my previous health issues and my anxiety and i did my best to shut out the situation. everything around me was a blur, everything was going by so fast. am i really here... josh oh no what would josh think if i wasn't at school tomorrow? what if i worry him? what if he just forgets about me and dosent care about me. what if he's just doing this to be nice.... and he dosent really like me. do i even love him? i literally just met him yesterday but it seems like he actually cares. what if he does?

"tyler?" dr. wicks asks me.
"y-yes." i snap out of my thoughts.
"for safety reasons, need to search and strip you to put you in your hospital scrubs. so your father is leaving the room for your privacy."
i look up at my dad and he's already leaving the room. no no i can't do this, im so insecure about my body. the door slams shut behind him and the doctor asks me to stand up. what if he sees my cuts... judges me? what about my phone.
"i-i have my phone!" i say to dr.wicks.
"alright, may i please see it, im just going to go outside to hand this to your mother. he goes out the door and hands my phone to my mother. i didn't want to have my phone taken away, it's just that i really didn't want to be naked in front of this guy.... it was nerve wracking.
dr.wicks comes back in
"tyler, would you remove your shirt for me please?" he asks with a straight time like he's done this several times before.
"w-why do you have to strip me?" i asked and my tone was barely a whisper. talking in front of people is hard enough and being naked in front of them was way beyond my limit.
"tyler, this might be scary for you and i know you probably don't want to do this. but we need to make sure that you don't have any weapons or drugs on you to hurt yourself or any other patients." he said trying to be calm to soothe my nerves which in fact we're very very very high.
i nodded my head and took of my Ohio state sweatshirt.
"where do i put this?" i ask.
"ill take it" dr. wicks reaches out his hand and took the sweatshirt flipping it inside out and checking the pockets.
"would you please turn around?"
i do as im told and he checks something down on a clipboard.
"alright tyler, you may put this on as he hands me a XXL hospital scrub shirt which was way too large for me. i put it on as quickly as possible because i knew he was staring at the scars that went up and down both of my arms up to my shoulders. but even with this overly sized shirt, you could still see the cuts on my wrists.

a/n hey guys so im skipping over the part where he takes off his pants because we're not at the smut yet;)) what did i say smut nooooo. but ahahah they'll be some deeper into the story for you sinful children but I'm skipping over this part because its a little uncomfortable. So yeah I'll continue now.

i was on this overly sized dark purple shirt and dark purple over sized pants as i walked out of the small room. my clothes were put in a bag that was sealed and my dad went to go put it in the car. we were lead down to the children's section as a temporary room i overheard but i had a feeling this isn't where i am going to stay. i was put in this room with a large painting of a fire truck was on the wall and a small white bed. another doc to came in to see why i was here and talk to my parents a bit about the situation. everytime the doctor asked me a question, i just sat in silence and waited for my parents to answer.