Jay
"Misha, can you hear me? It's Jay." Misha is just staring at the broken glass on the floor.
What is he thinking? Wait! Don't tell me he is thinking what I think he is. No! NO! Not again. Not Misha. I just realized my feelings for him. He can't kill himself, not like Mom. I have to do something. How could things have spiraled out of control this quickly? What exactly was Misha repressing?
"Doc, what should we do?" I look at Dr. Quin, who is just standing there.
He looks like he is terrified. It's not his field. He must not be used to it.
"Uh, he needs this sedative, but he won't let me get close enough." Dr. Quin says while holding up the needle.
I can do it. I'll get close to him. I'll distract him and administer it when he isn't paying attention.
"Do I just inject it anywhere?" I ask Dr. Quin as I take the needle from him.
He looks flustered.
