Suicide Watch (Septiplier)

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Beep... beep... beep...

I opened my eyes only to be blinded by a bright white light.

"Is this hell?" I muttered out rubbing my eyes.

I heard a chuckle from my left and my eyes burst open, finally adjusting to the light. Looking in the direction of the chuckle I saw a blue haired man, standing beside me, messing with the machine beside my bed.

"Most people ask if it's heaven." He stated in a Swedish accent with another soft chuckle.

"There's no possible way I'd ever end up in heaven, if heaven even exists."

The man looked quite attractive, if I do say so myself. He has stunning eyes, the color of the ocean, plush pink lips, recently tanned skin, and he is very muscular. In all honesty, I can't see myself ever ending up with him, but doesn't mean I can't find him attractive.

"You seem confidant that you're an awful human being."

"I am, everyone would agree with that."

"I don't think you're awful, I think your cute." He smiled looking away from what seemed to be a heart monitor for a moment.

Blushing slightly, I looked down at the blanket covering my legs.

"How did I end up in the hospital, when can I leave?"

"Some worker at the motel you were staying in found you when going in to clean the room, she called us and we pumped your stomach. You can't leave, I'm supposed to watch you, make sure you won't try this again, keep you safe and alive. Due to the self harm covering various parts of your body we have to keep you longer than we usually would. You're gonna have to see a therapist as well."

I let out a frustrated sigh. I've heard awful things about being under suicide watch. I'm not allowed to be alone, except to go to the bathroom, but they are going to time me. If I'm here for a while and don't seem to be improving, I will be sent to the ward/mental health center. People wrote about their experiences and all of them talk about how awful it is being here. Doctors unfairly make all decisions for you. It's awful.

"The better you get the shorter your time here. Remember that." He added after hearing me sigh.

I nodded and ran a hand through my green hair. That statement made me slightly angry, If I could get better with the snap of my fingers I would, trust me. It's not that fucking easy.

"I'm Felix, by the way. I'm your nurse. Your doctor will be coming by later, his names Ken, or Dr. Ken."

"Jack." I said shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you Jack, now, how about we go meet your therapist. Don't worry, he's a nice guy."

Therapist. Great