My Only Insanity *Shoey Fan fiction*

Chapter 19: The...dream?

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{Shanes Pov}

I woke up in one of the hospital rooms inside the facility in case of emergencies.  My arms were latched around the bed with two belt type things.

Shane: WHAT THE HELL?!

I screamed, struggling to get free. I saw Ms. Justine and Dr. Deyes themselves were walking back into the room.

Dr.Deyes: Don't scream, it's okay. We just had to get you in here before Joey woke up.

Shane: What the actual fuck. Then why am I latched here?

Justine: We couldn't have you getting up or moving around. Or causing harm to anyone.

I shook my head.

Shane: What do you mean?

Justine ignored my question.

Justine: Have you been experiencing drowsiness? Comatization- as if you know you were awake but didn't feel like it. Sudden passes of unrealization?

I thought for a second, though I didn't need to.

Shane: Yeah.

Dr.Deyes looked at me.

Dr.Deyes: You have been comatized for five hours. Luke is in the hospital room next door. We found you clawing and hitting and punching him repeatedly, and him having a hard time breathing. He's okay, nothing major, just bruises and bumps and small tooth fractures, but he'll be okay.

I shook my head.

Shane: How, why?

Justine: You have been experiencing deep feelings for Patient 316, Joey Graceffa, recently, correct?

Shane: Yeah.

Justine: And has Mr.Graceffa been experiencing deep feelings for Mr. Conard?

I almost Shot up from the bed, but the restraints held me down.

Shane: DONT FUCKING SAY THAT!

Dr.Deyes: Mr.Dawson, we have diagnosed you with a severe case of Possessive personality disorder, causing the crimes against Mr.Conard caused by you to be dropped. If we don't see improvement from you soon, then we will be forced to keep you in extreme security until otherwise.

I looked down at my arms, which had bandages all on them. I no longer had my sweatpants on, but bandages everywhere. Covering all my cuts.

Shane: What the hell?

Dr.Deyes: As for those, many of them got scratched open during the fight. We had to restitch many of them, and bandaged them all up.

I blinked my eyes in confusion.

Shane: How can I improve?

Dr.Deyes: For someone like yourself who has severe depression which has most likely lead to this disorder due to your lack of self esteem and self control,  the best way to make you happy, which will hopefully extinguish you PPD, is to help Mr.Graceffa, since we have discovered your happiness for you has come through helping others.

Shane: How can I help him?

Dr.Deyes: Enforce that he learn to walk again, eat more, spend time, etc.

Shane: Okay, can I go now.

Justine: We cant have you telling people about this, because we don't want what happened to Luke to get discovered by others, so they won't freak out about you.

Shane: I won't tell them. Can I just go?

Dr.Deyes: You're going to wake up again, and all of this will be just like a dream.

He tapped the end of a large needle in hi hand and walked towards me.

Shane: What the-

I blacked out.

{10 hours later}

I was in bed next to Joey, him curled up onto me as per usual. I shook him awake.

He peered his eyes open at me and sat up.

Joey: I cant believe they keep letting us sleep through the whole day.

He stated running his fingers through his hair.

I shot up in the bed. I peered at my arms, that no longer had bandages on them, neither did my legs. But they didn't have cuts either. I had my yoga pants back on. Like nothing had ever happened.

Shane: No Joey. I was awake! They took me and if did horrible things and-

Joey: If this is about what happened dont worry about it! I am okay!

Shane: No Joey! Other things!

Joey shook his head and laughed.

Joey: We've been sleeping all day. It was just a bad dream. I woke up once, but that was because the nurses wanted to inform all of us that Luke had fallen in the shower and got injured, poor guy. He's gonna be okay though.

I shook my head.

Shane: No, Joey! It was me! I tried to kill Luke! I don't know why or when but-

Joey wrapped his arms around me and I laid my head on his neck.

Joey: You need more sleep. You've had it rough. We all have our days.

Joey combed my hair with his fingers.

I looked up at him, feeling tears in my eyes.

Shane: No, Joey. I almost killed Luke. You have to believe me. I'm sorry but I'm something that I don't want to be, and I cant help it. Something is wrong with me. I'm crazy.

My voice cracked and Joey took my hands in his, looking me straight in the eyes.

Joey: You are not crazy, remember? You're just sad and just off today, okay? You are fine.

I wiped my eyes.

Shane: You believe me though, right?

Joey thought for a minute.

Joey: Okay. I believe you.

I laid back down on the bed and wiped my hands all over my face, trying to erase almost nonexistent thoughts out of my mind.

Shane: I need to sleep.

Joey: Yes you do.

He gave me a quick peck on the lips and laid his head back down on my chest. I couldn't fall asleep again though, so I laid up staring at the ceiling, afraid of what I might do when I'm unconscious.