Not Trauma, spicy deja vu

Hazel: huh?

Sheba: *hears and then hides face, when he speaks his voice is shaky* H-Hazel...why are you h-here?

Hazel: I could ask the same of you

Sheba: I.. w-was tired, so I came t-to rest...

Hazel: mhm sure

Sheba: Wh-what are you here f-for...?

Hazel: reasons

Sheba: I gave mine...

Hazel: I honestly don’t know why I’m here

Then leave so I c-can finish what I was d-doing

Hazel: ok *walks away but stays to listen*

*Sheba starts to have a debate with himself*
She'll probably try interrupt again...I said about sleep...so Overdosing perhaps...

Hazel:*stays quiet*

Which pill is easiest to overdose on.....maybe Benadryl? I have some of that...

Hazel: ...

*a little bit of clatter in the room*

Hazel:*silent*

Sheba:I just want to be done...

Hazel mind: is he trying to commit suicide?

*you hear a groan and a loud crash*

Hazel: *moves a little closer so she can see*

*sheba shivering on the floor in agony with a bunch of pills having fallen beside him*

Hazel: *moves all the pills and gives him a blanket*

*shaking becomes more violent and it becomes clear temperature isn't a problem *

Hazel:*brings him to the hospital*

*after a while*
Doctor:hello, are you here woth the patient "Sheba"?

*with

Hazel: mhm

Doctor: well, antihistamine levels were through the roof. He's lucky to be alive, and on way to recovery no less. He's going to be alright.

Hazel: phew

He'll be put on release any time from midday, take good care of him until he's back I'm shape, okay?

Hazel: ok

You can visit him now if you like. *walks away*

Hazel:*goes to see him*

Sheba: *looks towards her then down at the floor filled with regret *

Hazel: you ok?

Yes...I'm sorry...for how i-

Hazel: it’s fine. I’m just happy you’re ok

I..see now...I don't want...*takes a breath * because then I'd upset you...

Hazel: *sighs*

I..I promise I'll...I won't

Hazel: ok

And thank you

hazel: no problem

*rubs head a bit and manages a smile *

Vintage: what

Sheba: *hears and then hides face, when he speaks his voice is shaky* v-vintage...why are you h-here?

Vintage: because you told me to be here

I...I d-did?

Vintage: yes, you don't remember that you texted me an hour ago

Wh-what did I text?..

Vintage: let's see...'come here I want to tell you something'

I....d-dont recall....

Vintage: bruh

Y-you should go...

Vintage: why

I...p-please

Vintage: why?

B-because...

Vintage: what?!

I just can't anymore....

Vintage: what?!

*starts to cry *

Vintage: ugh...

P-please go...make it easy f-for me...

Vintage: what do you mean?!

I w-want it all to end.....

Vintage: you want what to end?

Me...

Vintage: what do you mean?

....

Vintage: ...

I'm...

Vintage: just say it

Don't deserve to live...

Vintage: oh

...

Vintage: …