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Chapter 41: Asking For Help
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Juicy Chapter 42: Fear mixed with Awe and Joy
Still, his parents continued to make calls and made appointments anyway even though they were sixty and sometimes ninety days down the line. Feeling disappointed and anxious, Troy wondered what in the hell people did when they had an emergency and couldn't wait? Didn't the fact that he had a baby on the way constitute an emergency? Thinking about Juicy and her being pregnant still made him anxious, but behind it was an awe and a joy that they'd created something special together. He went back up to his room and called her. He hadn't intended to make her wait all day, but he had not realized that he would sleep so deeply. At the last minute he decided to leave a message on the answering machine instead of calling her cell. He had visions of her yelling at him in front of the customers…or worse, not yelling at him and just sounding disappointed. He cleared his voice nervously and waited for her recorded message that ended with, 'have a blessed day.'"Hi, Juice." He began pac
Juicy Chapter 43: Where Is She?!
He rubbed his head and jogged down the stairs. His Dad was taking him down to meet with someone from the Mental Health Alliance to discuss things and to maybe get some pamphlets on treatment plans. Things had changed in the way of medication since he'd last been evaluated. He was intrigued and fearful. But every time he thought about holding a newborn baby in his hands and then blacking out, he would swallow back his second thoughts.As he got into the car he just hoped that no one would judge him based on the fact that he was wearing stone washed jeans and a Lord of the Rings t-shirt. He hadn't brought a change of clothes and had been forced to dig through his closet for the clothes of his youth. "When do you want to do this, Troy?" Alonzo Hoya was asking. He was in his thirties, and was a pleasant Hispanic man that had the hairiest knuckles that Troy had ever seen. He tried not to focus on them the way you try not to look at the huge wart on a person's face."We-we-well,
Juicy Chapter 44: Still Sick
A burly black man gently placed his hands on Troy's arms and helped him to stand. "If we can get you out of this elevator, then we can let these doors shut and that will put an end to that loud noise."That made sense. So Troy accepted his help and was led out of the elevator. His entourage followed. Damnit, some of them were furiously writing on clipboards. Had he screwed up already? This was not his fault!He felt a pulse in his temple and knew that he was going to be in the throes of a violent headache. He really hadn't wanted to have a migraine while here. He wanted to be able to talk about his issues and get treatment for the seizures. He'd be a long time coming up from a headache…Instead of leading him to his room, he was led to an examining room. He squinted at the black guy; Kelly? No it wasn't Kelly but he felt the same way about him as he had about the kindly officer so many years ago. "Kelly, can I call my girlfriend?"Kelly gave him a patient look. "You
Juicy Chapter 45: Jace
When Troy opened his eyes again, it was because someone was watching him. He knew it even before becoming fully awake and he moved his hands up into a defensive position before scrambling up in bed.He had scared the young man…or, he thought he was a man; either an effeminate male or a very ugly girl. He had long black hair that ran down past his shoulders and green eyes set in a pale face. His hair had to be a dye job. No one that white could possibly have hair that black. He seemed young, certainly no older then seventeen or eighteen.The guy moved back immediately and Troy wondered what he had been doing in his personal space in the first place. "You've been asleep a long time, dude." The guy answered the unspoken question. He shrugged and Troy relaxed, lowering his hands and sitting up in the bed. It was a different bed; a real one and not just the pleather examining table covered in paper. He looked around. It was a simple room with two beds, two desks, two lamps—
Juicy Chapter 46: Getting Acclimated
Troy sipped his coffee and watched the kid. "Well, I don't have a problem with that. I have nothing to hide." He blushed when he remembered that the boy was 5150. Perhaps he had a lot to hide.Jace tugged down the sleeves of his hoodie, than began spooning cheerios into his mouth. He was quite the talkative boy, even if he didn't mention the reason for his being here. He told Troy about being in his first year of college and how hard it was. He told him that he was a woman born in a man's body and that his parents had gone through a horrible divorce—and he speculated if being transgendered had anything to do with it. He explained that his college roommate was a jerk, and had probably gone through all of his stuff.Troy was tired just listening to him. And when Rebecca returned he was glad to throw his scraps into the trash and follow her wherever she needed to take him. Jace gave him a sad look when he got up to leave and Troy had to promise that they'd see each other later
Juicy Chapter 47: New Medicine
Troy left the room quickly, his mouth felt dry; cotton mouth. Probably a side effect of what Dr. Barren had just given him or what he'd been given yesterday. He decided to go up to the cafeteria for something to drink. He was thinking of ways to sneak into one of the private offices to use the phone when he saw Jace and a heavily made up Goth girl sitting at a table playing cards. "Troy!" Jace waved at him excitedly. "That's my roommate." He directed to the girl. She eyed him with appreciation. She didn't seem much older than seventeen or eighteen herself and he began to wonder if the entire nation wasn't filled with mentally disturbed children.He headed to their table with a cup of water from the cooler and then pulled out a chair and sat, not planning to stay long. He wasn't feeling very social. "Hey Jace." "He is cute." The girl said while staring at him and Troy glanced at Jace who was blushing furiously."Uh…did you decide on whether you're going to group or on
Juicy Chapter 48: The New Kelly
"Hi Troy. Happy to see you." He called out happily."Hey." Troy murmured. Damn, they were so happy here. It wasn't that he thought they were fake; they seemed earnest. But it was still annoying or unsettling, or…whatever."What's happening, Jace?"Hi Harold." Jace responded amicably."Just grab a seat anywhere. We have no seating order." This was for the benefit of Troy since Jace obviously knew all that needed to be known. Magnus patted one of the two empty seats next to her and Jace moved over to her. Troy followed."Did you have a good nap?" Magnus leaned forward in order to see past Jace so that she could speak to him."It was good. Thank you." As an after-thought he added; "Who won at your game of poker?"Jace responded. "Neither. We didn't finish.""Well we can all play after counseling." Magnus suggested.Troy shrugged. "Maybe." He didn't like playing card games. It seemed frivolous and pointless. Who had time for that when you were scoping out your
Juicy Chapter 49: Jace's Story, Part 1
He hurried out of the room but Jace caught up with him. "Hey, Troy I'm headed for the lounge. Want to play a round of checkers or chess?""Um…no. I don't have patience to sit in one spot. I need to make a phone call.""Ok." Jace tried to hide his disappointment. He went in search of Magnus who had ducked out and gone in a different direction. "Troy!" Harold called him and he hid a groan and headed towards the big man. "Great session. Look, Dr. Barren and I were talking about you and we'd like to get you in to see a neurologist. How about tomorrow morning?"His eyes brightened. "Really?" "Clearly, you aren't exhibiting symptoms of being bipolar.""Clearly?""Well we talked to your Mom and Dad; who haven't really been around you in years. But…" he consulted his clipboard, flipping through several sheets. "…we spoke to a Miss Juicy Robinson. And she corroborates what you've said; no highs and no lows. Bipolar disorder mimics so many others." He couldn't focus on
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