amended
I am an Eternal Spring flowing under dirt.
(It's fine.)
Jake looks over his shoulder, he had had enough emotions that day to last him forever and then some. "Yeah?" He says, his voice now drained and void-like. "I've been thinking about what you said a little bit ago. I don't know why people are trying to help me, all that I know is that I don't need help. I'll take the medicine, I'll go to therapy, I'll do whatever people need me to do, but I know I'm invincible. And damnit, that doctor is just going to have to put up with my "bullshit" whether he likes it or not!" Jake goes from his lying down position to propping himself up with his elbows and eventually sitting up fully. "When do I start taking the medication?" Jake asks, a rather disappointed look struck upon his face. "I mean, if I'm as messed up as you say I am, I might as well get some help for it." Jake says, his voice starting to become lighter and more agreeable.
The doctor's voice suddenly rings out from the hallway, he was talking amongst the other nurses. Jake looks past Quinn and glares at the doorway, despite there not being a soul standing in it, Jake knew that that doctor was probably discussing things about him with the other employees.
(Sorry for short post.)
