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Prozac and Candy	By : Tana Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1565 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I have not got my friend to edit this for me yet, so i'm sure their will be some mistakes here and there, but I just finished it and I HAD to post it. Please tell me what you think.
Man I don’t wana get out of bed, it’s nice and warm in here. I guess I should though, it’s 10:00 and I still have to call the Dr. I want to try and get an appointment for today if I can. I think I will let Darren sleep a little longer, so I can fix breakfast and call the Dr. I have taken off the next week at work, so I can be with him. Well I better go call the Dr. before he wakes up and hears me. Then I’ll make him something special. I pick up the phone and dial the number. It is the same Dr. that Darren used to see when we still lived together.
“Hello Dr. Green’s office, may I help you?” “Um yeah I’d like to schedule an appointment.” “Okay what is your name Sr.?” “Uh it’s not for me it’s for my husband.” “Oh, and his name please?” “Darren Jones!” “All right we have an appoint-” “I’m really sorry miss, but is their any way that someone could see him today? It’s a bit of an emergency.” “hold on a sec Sr. I’ll see if we have any openings today.” “OK thanks” “All right Sr. I can squeeze you in around 11:30.” “Oh thank you Miss I appreciate it, bye” “Your welcome bye-bye.” Oh god 11:30, I gota get a shower, then I have to get Darren up. I guess I wont be making him any breakfast this morning, oh well I’ll make him dinner if he’s still speaking to me. Now that I’m done my shower, I have to go wake Darren, this auta be fun. “Hey wake up we need to go.” “noooo I’m tired!” “Darren get up right now we have to go.” “Where do WE have to go?” “I guess you’ll see when we get there.” “Daniel where are we going?” “If you get ut a t a shower and get dressed I’ll tell you.” “Fine!”
He goes in the bathroom, and I proceed to fallow him. “What are you doing?” “Following you!” “Why!” “To be honest, because I don’t know what you’re going to do in there, and I’m makin sure you don’t do anything stupid, because we have to go somewhere today.” “Daniel I’m not going to do anything, I promise!” “Sorry, but It’s a little hard to trust you.” “Daniel please don’t be this way, I promise I will NOT do anything except take a shower, and fix my hair, OK!” “All right I’ll trust you.” With that he kisses me softly and goes into the bathroom, leaving the door cracked slightly.
“OK come on hon. let’s go we don’t wana be late,” I say as I drag him into the living room. “Where are we going, I don’t wana go, you know I don’t really feel comfortable going places.” “Well this is something very important so you have to go.” “Fine lets just get this over with.”
Once in the car things really began to become uncomfortable. “I was going to make you breakfast, but this thing came up so I’m going to make you dinner OK?” “Doesn’t matter I’m not really hungry.” “You haven’t been eating much since you have come to stay with me.” “Oh!” “Well can I ask you something?” “What?” Oh my, how should I put this to him without sounding like an ass hole? “Well um if you don’t eat and stuff well how di-” “Never mind I don’t want you to ask me anything Okay!” “S-sorry I diden- So how are you feeling today?” “I’m all right, so you never did tell me where we’re going..” “Well if I tell you, you wont want to go.” “Then why are you bringing me to this place that you know I won’t like?” “Because you NEED to go!” “I don’t NEED to do anything!” “Yeah uhhuh” “What the hell is that suppose to mean?” “It means I’m taking you to the Dr., and I don’t care what you say about it” “WHAT!!!” “You herd what I said!” “Well I’m not going to the fucking Dr. so you can just forget about it. I’m not sick, do I look sick to you?” “You don’t look sick, but you act it.” “What the fuck is that suppose to mean?” “You know what I mean, all those fuckin pills I’d say your a little sick, wouldn’t you?” “Daniel SHUT UP” “No for once you shut up, and calm down. Your going to this Dr. I don’t care what you say or what you do, your GOING!” “Daniel stop the car right now!” “Nope” “Daniel stop!” “I said no!”
God I hate being so mean to hbut but what else, or how else for that matter am I going to get him to go to the Dr. I wish he wouldn’t fight me on this one, I’m only doing it for his well being. The only thing I can do is just keep being persistent. Well at least he isn’t yelling at me anymore, thank god. Weight, now I think he’s crying, I can’t stand to see him cry. It reminds me of too many bad memories. It also hurts me to see him in so much pain. All I want is to help him as much as I can. It’s hard sometimes, but I always think about how he’s feeling at the moment and that gives me resin to continue on my quest.
“Darren please don’t cry” “Please Daniel, please don’t make me go.” “You need to go, their is nothing else I can do for you, we need someone else’s help now.” “You think I’m nuts don’t you?” “No I don’t think your nuts. I think you are going through a bad patch in life, and I want to help you deal with it.” “I know, but I can’t go to the Dr. He’s g tog to be mad at me for all this.” “He’s a Dr. he’s not going to be angry; he is going to try and help you.”
I can’t argue anymore, I just can’t. Whenever I get angry guilt instantly follows, just like right now. I remember all the things he’s went through, and I forget my own pain and heart ache. All I can think about is how he feels, or what’s best for him. Right now he’s crying so hard I can barley stand it. There’s nothing I can say, all I can do is hold him. I stopped the car about five minuets ago. It was becoming to impossible to drive with all the yelling and emotions flying every which way.
“Daniel, you can start driving again, I’ll go if you stay with me.” “Of course I’ll stay with you. Thank you for going, it really means a lot to me.” “I know.”
We arrive at the Dr.’s only about six minuets later then planed. I practically have to drag Darren inside. He is so tense, I can feel his mussels tighten as we enter the office.
I sign him in, and we take a seat on an ugly green couch near the back of the waiting room. We sit there for about five minutes, before a nurse comes out and announces his name. We take the long walk back the hall, Darren the whole time having an iron grasp on my hand.
The nurse brings us to a little station. It is equip with a scale, some chairs, and a blood pressure machine. She instructs Darren to sit at the blood pressure machine. He sits stiffly as she wraps the band around his arm. “Relax hon., it’ll be OK,” she sighs, as she begins to pump.
After sitting for a few minutes, the machine finally beeps. The nurse’s eye brows raise slightly, as she writes down his blood pressure. “This is slightly high, I’ll have to fill the Dr. in on it,” she says as she puts down her pen. “Now all we have to do as weigh you, and you’ll be all ready to see the Dr.” Darren steps hesitantly on the scale, and looks at me. He motions for me to turn around, so I do out of respect for his privacy. I hear the nurse write that down as well, then she leads us to om aom at the end of the hall. She informs us that the Dr. will be in shortly.
Ten minutes or so later a tall thin man with puffy black hair walks in. “Hello guys, I haven’t seen you two in a while, so what seems to be the problem?” Darren just looks at the floor, so I guess I’ll be the one to explain the situation.
I explained to him the pill situa, an, and I even brought the pills to show him. He looks at them critically as I hand all six bottles to him. His eyes grow large as he reads the labels. He sits them down on a desk and turns to face Darren.
“Lets see, the last time I saw you was four and a half months ago, Darren. You have gained twenty eight lb. since then, and I think I know why.” “Why!” I had to ask. The Dr. simply points to the desk. “So he came to see you four and half months ago?” “Yes Sr. and he wasn’t taking any drug that I know of.” “Darren when did you start doing all of this?” the Dr. asked as he moves closer to him.
“I don’t know, I guess like three and a half or three months ago.” “Can you tell me what made you want to start?” “Cuz I was depressed, because of what happened. I also gained a lot of weight. My friend said it would help me with both of my problems but i guess it didn't!” “Your friend gave you all of this?” “Yeah!” “Why!” “He said to try them and see which one helped me the best.” “Have you chosen one, or do you just take them all?” “All!” “Why!” “Because I don’t know which one helps me the best, I just know that when I take them all; I don’t feel anything.” “Do you like feeling that way?” “I don’t know!” “Could you elaborate a bit?” “Well I don’t like being out of it all the time, but when I’m on it I don’t feel any of the pain I do when I’m not.” “Well their are other, more reasonable, less addictwaysways to help you.” “OH...” “Well I have to take all of these things away from you, if I don’t I could face serious charges.” “Well what am I suppose to do about it, I’m not going to just sit around and be depressed all the time.” “I’ll give you something a bit less drastic, and it will well wean you off of all these things that your on now. As you begin to become more adjusted I will give you less and less of these pills I’m giving you now. With some mild counseling and a support group I think you will be better off then you are now. You need to face this, not hide in some medicated dream world.”
At this point Darren said nothing. Tears began to fall from his blue eyes, and he began to shake. “Mr. Jones are you going to be all right?” “yeah,” Darren sniffed as he walked across the room and sat next to me, I immediately put my arms around him gently rubbing his back.
The Dr. handed Darren the prescription, and we walked to the front desk to pay, and make out next appointment. I know things will be a little ruff for a while, but I know they will work ou’m b’m beginning to get a good feeling, for the first time in a long while I’m looking at life in a positive light.
In the next chapter you will find out what exactly happend. You will find out why darren ended up the way he did. It will not take as long this time, because I now have a working computer YAY!
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