Chapter Seven - Choc Thins
Wilhelm's POV
But right now, lying in a hospital bed, staring up at the roof as tears silently slide out the corners of his eyes, he wishes he was a nobody again.
There's a woman sat in the corner, she's not left the room since Wille entered with her. He's not allowed to be left alone, a doctor has told him this. The woman isn't annoying, she just sits there and reads her book, occasionally glancing at Wille or clearing her throat.
Wille's pretty sure it's only 4 in the afternoon, but he was told to 'get some rest', anyway. It has been a long day.
Wille had arrived at the hospital and gone through a quick medical check over. The nurses had concluded that there is no infection in his wounds, but they will both leave scars, which didn't surprise Wille. They'd given him some hospital robes and let him change behind a curtain despite there being a bathroom in the same room. Wille had considered chucking the meds under the bed next to him, but ended up tucking them into the waistband of his new boxers, guilt making his skin itch.
He'd then gone through a suicide risk assessment. It had been a horrible experience. The guy quizzing him was nice enough, a doctor called Jack, he had smiled and even attempted to joke. Wille had only been able to smile, especially because his mother is right there, staring at him the whole time with eyes that might as well have been made of stone, displaying little to no emotion.
He'd been asked if he had a suicide plan, he said he did, past tense, the stolen medicine pressing against his waist, a constant reminder of his actions.