Doctor On Call (Sean)
Dec 23, 2012 11:16:29 GMT -5
Post by Amos Freeman on Dec 23, 2012 11:16:29 GMT -5
Amos Freeman sat cross-legged on his bed. It was unusually quiet in the dorms; even though Christmas had already passed, a lot of his peers were still spending the week with their families. Amos, however, didn't leave until tomorrow. His mom and brother had gone to see his grandmother in Phoenix, and wouldn't be flying back to New Hampshire until that evening.
He was waiting for it to be one o'clock.
Calling Dr. Neville during his time off had made him feel extremely guilty. The older man worked hard all year, and although he always gave an emergency contact number, Amos had never thought he would actually be distressed enough to use it.
In fact, he was still arguing with himself about that.
He'd reasoned, though, that he couldn't tell anyone else with confidence. Not even Juney... or, perhaps, especially not Juney. He wasn't sure anymore, and that thought confused and unnerved him. He usually went to Alto in situations where he couldn't speak to Juney, but even his sweet, caring boyfriend was out of the question this time.
He didn't know how to bring it up, first of all.
Second of all, his boyfriend tossing a boulder into someone's face would probably make things several degrees worse instead of better.
He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He had a headache, and for once, he wasn't certain that it was because of his temperamental sinuses.
When he opened his eyes again, the digital clock on his desk read 12:50. If he wanted to get there in plenty of time, he would need to start walking now.
It was the first day that he had worn his new black slacks. At first, he had been uneasy about how much he looked like his father in them, but Juney had said they made him look adult in the good way. They had kind of grown on him. And it was pointless to fight, really.
Everyone looked like their parents eventually.
He exited the dorms, walked briskly through the crosswalk, and entered the main building. It was warm and deserted. Amos thought it felt a little lonely somehow.
He stared at the door for a few moments, gathering his thoughts. He ran idle fingers through his messy brown curls.
If he didn't tell Dr. Neville today, he wouldn't be able to enjoy his holiday. He did, at least, know that much.
If he didn't tell him today, he would have to tell him later. Even if he never said it out loud, it would still come out.
If it never came out, he wasn't sure he'd be able to live in his own head anymore.
He knocked cautiously on the door and, as he usually did when he had a scheduled appointment, opened the door for himself.
He was waiting for it to be one o'clock.
Calling Dr. Neville during his time off had made him feel extremely guilty. The older man worked hard all year, and although he always gave an emergency contact number, Amos had never thought he would actually be distressed enough to use it.
In fact, he was still arguing with himself about that.
He'd reasoned, though, that he couldn't tell anyone else with confidence. Not even Juney... or, perhaps, especially not Juney. He wasn't sure anymore, and that thought confused and unnerved him. He usually went to Alto in situations where he couldn't speak to Juney, but even his sweet, caring boyfriend was out of the question this time.
He didn't know how to bring it up, first of all.
Second of all, his boyfriend tossing a boulder into someone's face would probably make things several degrees worse instead of better.
He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He had a headache, and for once, he wasn't certain that it was because of his temperamental sinuses.
When he opened his eyes again, the digital clock on his desk read 12:50. If he wanted to get there in plenty of time, he would need to start walking now.
It was the first day that he had worn his new black slacks. At first, he had been uneasy about how much he looked like his father in them, but Juney had said they made him look adult in the good way. They had kind of grown on him. And it was pointless to fight, really.
Everyone looked like their parents eventually.
He exited the dorms, walked briskly through the crosswalk, and entered the main building. It was warm and deserted. Amos thought it felt a little lonely somehow.
He stared at the door for a few moments, gathering his thoughts. He ran idle fingers through his messy brown curls.
If he didn't tell Dr. Neville today, he wouldn't be able to enjoy his holiday. He did, at least, know that much.
If he didn't tell him today, he would have to tell him later. Even if he never said it out loud, it would still come out.
If it never came out, he wasn't sure he'd be able to live in his own head anymore.
He knocked cautiously on the door and, as he usually did when he had a scheduled appointment, opened the door for himself.
