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“I live in Orlando.“
“Okay, so you came to visit your mother?“
“Yes. I came to visit my mother. Since I’m possessed and she’s been possessed most of my life, I wanted answers.“
“Okay. And how far would you go to avoid the demons getting you?“
Okay. Great. I got her. I hate that I’m about to do this, but I have to do what must be done. “If it means that the demons wouldn’t hurt my mom, or the people I care about, then as far as I need to. I would kill myself before I let them hurt me.“
There’s a flicker of recognition in her eyes, and then she nods. “Okay, Trine, hang in here for a bit. I’m going to send one of my colleagues to talk to you.“
“No discharge papers?“
“Not yet,“ she says, flashing me a warm smile. “I’ll talk to your family after you talk to Dr. Williams, okay?“
“Thank you so much,“ I say. “I’m just so sick of this demon shit.“
Her smile gets a little tighter, but she nods before she walks out of my room. She leaves the door open, casting one last anxious glance backwards before she murmurs something to a nurse outside. Within another thirty seconds, the nurse walks in and greets me with a smile before busying herself with the machine reading my vitals.
She’s not here to do anything.
She’s here to watch me.
And I’m ninety-percent sure I just got myself committed.
TRINE
Ionly have to wait a few minutes before I hear the sound of people approaching the room.
I know what’s about to happen, but I’m still scared.
I sit upright on the hospital bed, the pillow hard against the bottom of my back. My muscles ache when I do. I hear my mom talk to somebody outside, and I hear the voices of the exorcists intermingled with each other, but overall, I know they can't win. Not when it’s the doctors coming in, placing me under their charge.
I know what I’m doing. I’m aware of what I just did. I wish I could tell them face-to-face, but I don’t think they’re going to let me talk to them. The nurse, who hasn’t made conversation at all, has been here for what feels like hours.
She feels like a nanny, not a medical professional. I can’t help but feel a little bad for her that she has to be here. Someone else probably needs her more than I do.
The state is in charge now. Dr. Shah is clearly a good doctor and she knows what she's doing, so she thinks that I’m in danger and she wants to help me. Which, honestly, might not be that far from the truth.
Maybe I am in danger.
It’s hard to know.
I knew this was going to happen. The time since I told Dr. Shah everything has been a blur. I don’t know if this was a good idea anymore, but it’s not like I can walk it back now.
She’s not going to believe me if I try to walk it back. I wouldn’t believe me.
Fuck.
I need to get out of this bed and talk to the exorcists. I need to let them know that I’m going to be okay, that this is all part of the plan. I’m hooked up to monitors and machines and I’m not going to be able to drag all this shit out of the room with me.
I can’t exactly run away. I can’t even stand up, so any last-minute escape plans are stupid as fuck.
Someone would notice me.
And this nurse, she would stop me.
It wouldn’t just be her. Dr. Williams came in and he asked me if I had a plan when it came to killing myself—he didn’t ask me like that, he talked around it, and he did it from the foot of my bed. I was a bit embarrassed so I didn’t want to meet his gaze while we talked about it.
