A little something that popped into my head. Angsty. The GH-325 is taking its toll on Phil and all he wants are his best friends.
The plastic and glass of Melinda’s phone shattered into a hundred tiny pieces as it collided with the wall. The burst of frustration, anger, and sorrow got the better of her causing her to toss her cell phone across the room. It took the building tension of ten numbers dialed and ten equally disconnected lines for her to finally lose her cool.
She knew Nick was trying to stay off the grid, but she needed him…now. More importantly Phil needed him.
Over the past week Phil’s mental and physical health had started deteriorating at a rapid pace. A side-effect of the GH-325 no doubt.
It was two days ago that Phil had started asking for Nick. It was around the same time that he had stop sleeping all together.
“It is too loud in my head”, that is what he told Melinda.
After taking a deep breath and composing herself, always the strong warrior, she went back into Phil’s room.
He was curled up on his bed, knees against his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs. His eyes never stayed focused on the same thing anymore, they shifted like there was constantly something else catching his eye.
“Phil”, Melinda called in a soft voice. She didn’t want to startle him.
“Mel, is Nick here yet?”
He asked that same question about every half hour for the last two days. She wasn’t quite sure if he asked it so often because he had forgotten he asked only 30-minutes prior or because he was scared Nick wouldn’t get there in time. Although she couldn’t blame him if it was the latter, she was scared of the same thing herself.
“Not yet, but soon”, she lied.
She sat down next to him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders in a tight embrace. She didn’t feel offended that he was asking for Nick; that she didn’t seem enough for him. Melinda knew that wasn’t the case. He just needed Nick and Melinda there with him, it had always been the three of them.
He was scared, she could see it in his eyes. She knew that even if Nick couldn’t do anything to change the situation, his mere presence would give Phil some sort of comfort.
Melinda lost in thought didn’t even realize that Phil had begun to hold his head. This was a pretty clear indicator that he was getting overwhelmed.
She hated the whole situation. She felt angry and helpless because there was nothing she could do for him. And she hated seeing him like this, in so much pain.
“Melinda it hurts. Oh God…it feels like my head is going to explode!” Phil said through gritted teeth.
“Damn it Nick, where the hell are you?” Melinda whispered to herself before turning back to Phil.
“I’m here Phil, you’re safe”, she said as she rubbed his back to sooth some of the pain. She didn’t even know if it was the right thing to say. She was pretty sure there was no right thing to say in this situation.
The man she considered here best friend, her number one confidant, her love, was coming apart at the seams because of some unknown alien drug and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.
Should I write more?