The week seemed to have gone by within the snap of my fingers. And all the while, I couldn't get that man out of my head. It was as if he made an imprint on my brain. Which in all honestly, was confusing me. I've never thought this hard about someone.

Letting out a sigh, I step out of the warmth and comfort of my bed so I could start the day. Spencer had gotten up a few hours ago. I wasn't exactly paying attention to what he had said to me as to why he had gotten up at five in the morning during break. He mentioned something about going somewhere with Linda. So I'm assuming he had left the apartment already. Which meant I could walk freely through the apartment in just my boxers. Not that I don't do that anyway, but it would be a bit awkward if my roommates girlfriend saw me walking through the living room like that. Even though she was almost as close of a friend as Spencer himself, I still don't think that would be a pretty sight for her to see.

The coffee maker was calling my name from the kitchen. I needed it in order to function properly, especially after the night last night. Spencer had me call up Breezy again to go on another double date. And by double date, I mean Spencer and Linda sucking faces while I try to think of something witty to say to my friend. She wasn't anything other than a friend, no matter how much Spencer tried to convince me otherwise. And Breezy knows that. She accepts that. As a matter of fact, she has a boyfriend. Or so she says. Honestly I think she only hangs out with me out of pity.

One tiny sip of the caffeinated drink in my hand, and here he was. Mr. Proud-To-Be-Alive-Without-Coffee himself, walking through our apartment door. How does he do it? Is there some secret technique that allows you to not be a miserable human being when you first wake up? Cause if there is, I'd really like to know.

"Hey!" He was cheerful. So full of life. Unlike me at the moment. I swear I'm like a literal zombie before my coffee. "Don't you have that thing? Your new job today?" He asks, a smile plastered on his face.

"Tomorrow." I take another sip.

"Today's Tuesday, Dal." He says. "And its," he looks at the clock on his phone, "almost eight. The time you should be heading there?"

I rubbed me eyes and looked at the calendar on the wall. Shit. He was right.

I put down my cup of the glorious liquid and rush back into my bedroom to get all my belongings for the day. Remembering what I was going to bring with me was such a hassle. So making a list was the best option for me. I spent an entire day writing down and scribbling out things on this said list. Now if I only remembered where I had placed the damn thing. Fuck it, just my acoustic will do. It's too late to pack up my bass and amp right now, so the next best thing. And I'm not sure how the others would react to my bass hooked to the amp. I wouldn't want to make any unnecessary noise, and an acoustic was perfect for that. So I guess my quick decisions worked out for the best. Who needs lists anyway? Certainly not me, that's for sure.

Running back out of my bedroom I take one last glance at my coffee, only now realizing that I'm fully awake without it. Must likely from the adrenaline of not wanting to be late on my first day. I need to do this more often. But without the whole being late thing.

"Uh dude?" Spencer says before I can even place my hand on the handle of our apartment. Looking back at him with desperation of wanting to leave, he was smiling and pointing down at me. "You forgot your pants." He couldn't hold in his laugher any longer as my cheeks burned up.

I seriously almost left the house with only boxers. What the hell was wrong with me? I did manage to put socks and shoes on though. How I completely overlooked a pair of pants is beyond me.

Another few minutes waisted, trying to figure out which pile of clothes was dirty and which was clean for a pair of pants. He couldn't have just let me go and humiliate myself? It could have been casual Friday...On a Tuesday. I mean, is a mental hospital. Some of the patients would have probably joined me in my pantsless shenanigans. On second thought, that might not have been the best of images to create for myself. Never mind that.

"This is going to be hell." I was already about five minutes late and I haven't even left my apartment yet.

"Dude. The crazies will still be there no matter how late you are." Spencer's voice bounces around my head as I find myself moving faster than I ever have been in my life. Actually the time I ran all the way into town from my father when I swore in front of him for the first time is probably as equally as fast.

"They aren't crazies, Spence." My voice came out a lot more bitter than I had intended as I was going through my mental check list. I have my guitar, a few extra pics, and I'm wearing my pants this time. All is  great.

"Whatever you say, dude." Spencer walks into his bedroom, signaling that he was done talking to me. Also another sign that I needed to leave.

~~~

Almost forgetting my acoustic in the car, I ran into the front door of the building. And by that I mean actually ran into it, it was pull not push. I'm such a graceful human being aren't I? 

This time I open the door correctly and step inside. It was still the same brightly lit hallway like before. Though unlike before, was unnaturally quite right now. Which of course, caused heat to rise to my cheeks from embarrassment if anyone heard a giant thump at the door.

"Dallon!" Sarah's voice rang out behind me as I made my way to the doctors office to explain why I was late. But of course, even more time lost in doing that. What a great impression I'm making right now. "There you are. I've been waiting for a half hour for you." She steps in front of me with a warm smile on her face. Her hair was once again in the perfectly messy bun on top of her head.

"Yeah, sorry I'm late." I couldn't help but to look desperately between her and the direction to the doctors office. I wanted to explain to him why I was late. And hopefully come to some sort of an understanding about this. "I thought today was yesterday and then I almost left my apartment without my pants on and I feel like I didn't bring everything I wanted to. And I-"

"Dallon." She interrupts me by placing her small cold hand over my mouth. Her eyes were soft and the corner of her mouth turned up into a smile. "Its fine. I informed the doctor that you had texted me saying your were getting here late for personal reasons."

This woman went out of her way to cover up my fuck up when she didn't have to. She took over the situation when I should have been yelled at on my first day for being late.

"You really didn't have to do that." I found myself rubbing the back of my neck, and trying not to drop my guitar in the other hand.

"I was late my first day." Sarah smiles. "The doctor wasn't too happy. And he really seems to like you and want your help around here. So the more I can cover up for you, the better he likes the both of us." She let out a small cheery laugh.

Did this woman really cover for me to make a better impression of herself towards the doctor? How long has she been working here? And how much does she need the doctor to like her if she did this for herself as well?

"I guess I own you one then?" I let out a chuckle of my own, trying to make myself feel less uncomfortable with this situation. A bigger smile creeps into her face as soon as the words leave my mouth. Honestly, it kinda scared me.

"You could actually give me your number in case something like this happens again?" She cocks her head to the side like a curious puppy.

If she wasn't a co-worker, I'd say that was a smooth way of asking for a phone number. But this is work related. Completely normal. Professional things happening here. No feelings are arising.

"Yeah, of course." Quickly digging into my pocket, I pull out my cell phone and unlock it so she could put her number inside. She continued to smile at me as she tapped on the screen before handing my device back over to me.

"I still have to give Mr.Urie his morning meds. So you can follow if you'd like, since he's your patient now." Sarah turned on her heel, and started walking off in the direction of where all the patients were kept.

Now I guess it was my obligation to follow the woman. I still felt terrible about my first impression of the day. And honestly, the only embarrassing part no one witnessed. Okay two embarrassing parts. Spencer witnessed one of them. He would care less about my mishap with the front door, seeing as I trip over nothing all the time back at the apartment. Being a giraffe just adds to the "lankyness" of my body.

My mind wanders to the thought of there being cameras, and how the security of the building saw me run face first into the door. They're probably laughing their asses of right now. My cheeks burn up at the thought of Sarah watching the footage and secretly laughing at me behind my back.

"Here's the key to his room." Before I knew it, we were standing outside of whats his face's room, Sarah's hand holding a single key directly in my face. "I have to go get his meds."

As soon as I take the key from her, she gives me a gigantic smile and spins on her heel in the opposite direction. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was stealing some of these crazy drugs for herself. There's no way you can be this smiley when you aren't in front of any patients. No way.

Alright Dallon. I take in a deep breath before inserting the key into the lock, unlocking his door. Was I scared? A little bit. I didn't exactly know how to deal with his kind of behavior. I was just kinda thrown into it. It was as if someone just gave you the keys to an airplane that you didn't know how to fly whatsoever, hoping to god you don't kill all your passengers. Except in my situation, I really hope I don't end up killing this man. Unlikely possibility, but it was one of the fears I had right now.

"Hey." Slowly opening the door, I poke my head into the room. The man was sitting cross legged on the floor with his back leaning against the old metal frame of his bed. His arms were crossed over his chest. "Mr.Urie, how are you?"

There were no words from him as I entered the room completely. His gaze was fixated on the floor. Well this is going great so far isn't it.

"So I uh..." I was hoping to get some sort of a reaction out of him. Now I just gotta improvise. "I'm here to teach you how to play music. Does that sound alright, Mr.Urie?"

His eyes flicker up to me with a glare. sending a shiver down my spine. He did not want me in the room.

"Its Brendon." His words came out in a sort of growl, before his eyes shifted back to whatever he had been staring at.

"Well..Brendon." I clear my throat out of nervousness. This is a lot harder than I anticipated. "You want to learn some guitar?"

"I want you to leave.." In the middle of his speech, he squinted his eyes as if he were in pain. And after a few seconds made it seem like nothing happened. "..me alone."

"I'm here to help you." I replied to him. It felt awkward for me to just be standing in front of the door, so I rested my acoustic against the wall and I took a risk, kneeling down in front of him.

I felt as though I needed to treat this man like dog getting rescued, as harsh or weird as it sounds, I needed to go slow with him. His mind was far more complicated than mine, and I fear he could snap any moment if I got too close. And I guess I should have had this thought before I knelt down in front of him.

As soon as I got level with him, his eyes flickered back up to mine and they were filled with rage. Before I knew what was happening, he lunged his body towards me, knocking me over to floor.  Fear flooded my mind as he got on top of me and put his hands around my throat. My air supply had now been cut off and I wanted to scream and cry while I tried getting his hands off me.

But then something else happened. Something that I had been greatful for. Brendon removed his hands and practically threw himself away from me. He was back against the bed, pulling on his hair.

Gasping for air, I kicked myself away from the man who pretty much just tried to murder me. My throat was burning as it felt as though I was coughing up a lung.

"I told you to leave me alone." His voice cut through the air. It low as if he didnt want me to hear it, but stern in a way that said he meant he was serious.

"Alright Brendon!" Sarah entered the room with a small plastic cup filled with what I assumed was his medication and a bottle of water. She looked between the two of us, her smile fell as she probably thought something bad happened since I was on the floor coughing like someone who's been smoking cigarettes for fifty years. "What happened?" She put the cup of meds and water down next to Brendon, whom took them hastily, and knelt down beside me. She put her tiny hand on my shoulder and helped me to a sitting position.

"I've got a cold." I told her once the coughing died down. "The cough took me by surprise and I fell over." My eyes shifted over towards Brendon who was now just drinking the water since he already swallowed his medication. But he stopped and slowly lowered the bottle from his lips, his face showed a sense of confusion. Not much of the bitterness he showed previously was there anymore.

"So you scared yourself from coughing so much you fell over?" Her tone told me she wasn't buying my bullshit.

"Yeah." I replied. "I scare easily." It wasn't exactly a lie. I mean I...okay yes it was a lie.

"Alright, well I'll let you get to whatever your plans were with him." She went back to her smiley self and stood up. "Come find me if you need anything." And with that, she left the room. Once again, leaving me with the man who can't control his thoughts or actions. What did I get myself into?

He continued to stare at me with that look of confusion. The silence in the room was making this all the more uncomfortable.

"Why?" He asked me after a few moments.

"Why what?" I cleared my throat, it still ached from coughing up my insides.

"Why didn't you tell her what happened?" He paused and looked down at the ground before looking back up at me. "Why didn't you leave with her?"

"Well I..." Why did I cover for what happened? That was a question I didnt even understand the answer to. "..because I care. I came here to help someone through music. Even if that means said someone tries to kill me first." For a split second, I thought I saw his lips lift upward into some sort of smile.

"If you told her.." He paused again as if he were hesitant to speak in front of me. "She...She would have called security. And I would have to go to solitary confinement."

"Isn't a room like this confinement enough?" I ask, trying to get comfortable talking to him. Anything to get him to talk and open up to me.

"You'd think it is. But they take you downstairs and throw one of those stupid white jackets on you so you can't hurt yourself and put you in a dead silent room. Which just makes you go even more insane." This is good. I was getting him to speak to me. Maybe I could work this out.

"Call it a hugging jacket. Makes it sound less cruel." I smiled at my own words. What can I say? I'm a dork. And I was trying to get him to joke around with me, to lighten the air. "But it sounds like something they'd show in a movie. They actually do that in these places?"

"They do here." He looks back down at the floor, leaving me to wonder how I was to reply. That was until he decided to speak again. "What are movies like now?" He looked back up at me, this time, his eyes were soft and welcoming. "I haven't seen one since I was a kid...Unless you count the instructional video they show every month about taking your meds and not fighting over the food in the cafeteria."

"I don't think that counts." This guys life was really cut off from the rest of the world. "But there's a lot different kinds of movies right now. The biggest hype is the latest superhero movie."

His eyes lit up at the sound of that. "I like superheroes." He was like a child who just found a common interest with someone.

This was going well. I just hope it continues to do so.