Whitney

Whitney Walsh Interactive Novel 5/6

“No way!” Gregory shouted at the imaginary Phineas. “’No way’ what boy?” His ma questioned him. “I wasn’t talking to you ma, I was talking to Phineas. See, he thinks I should run away to be with Laurella and the fairies, but I told him no. See, I’m a good boy ma.” Gregory responded. “Sweet nib lets…CHET, GREGORY’S TALKING TO THAT DARN THING IN HIS HEAD AGAIN! You need to come take care of this ‘fore I slap you upside the head.” She yelled to his father in the other room. Gregory didn’t like the sound of that one bit. He knew that whenever his father got involved, so did the doctors. He knew it was just a matter of time before he would be sitting in Dr. Plumps’ office answering redundant questions such as: do you talk to a man inside your head? What does he tell you? When was the last time you had a talk with him? And other questions of that nature. He refused to throw Phineas under the bus; he would not answer any questions. Sure enough, the following morning, Chet and Thelma had scheduled his visit with Dr. Plumps. He sat in the elongated black leather recliner as the stout man stared at him. His eyes looked extra bugg-ish today, as he had been told to order a stronger prescription. The remaining hair on his head was also looking whiter and more out of place these days compared to the normal slick salt and pepper shape it usually portrayed. Phineas said “He’s really showing his age now isn’t he?” Gregory tried to hide the giggle that erupted from his mouth by covering his lips with his hands. He didn’t get away with it though. “Gregory, what’s so funny?” Dr. Plumps inquired. “Nothing…” Gregory lied. “Was that Phineas? Did he say something funny?” Dr. Plumps tried again. “No, who’s Phineas?” Gregory lied again. “Ooh nice one Gregory! Keep messing with his head. You’re not schizophrenic…we’ll show him!” Phineas cheered. “YEAH!! We’ll show him!!” Gregory shouted. “I see.” Dr. Plumps retorted as he jotted some notes down on his paper. “Well Gregory, this seems to be no use. There’s obviously nothing wrong with you.” Dr. Plumps lied as he signed the bottom of the patient’s diagnosis form. He went into the office that Chet and Thelma were waiting in and handed them the form. “Gregory definitely suffers from severe schizophrenia, one of the worst cases I’ve seen in my practice. He pretends that he has no idea that there is anything wrong and he refuses to tell me about Phineas. I am going to give you a prescription of Risperdal. This should help with his symptoms; however the dosage must be followed to book. Taking an excess of this drug can be harmful and create hallucinations, whereas taking not enough will create worse side effects. There is no explaining the severity of mood swings that will overcome your boy if the medication is not taken. His mood will shift suddenly from the extreme poles of euphoria to the opposite pole of depression and fear.” Dr. Plumps warned. “I understand.” Said Chet “You are free to go, but please pick up this prescription as soon as possible; on the way home if you can.” Dr. Plumps explained. With that, Gregory, Chet, Thelma, (and Phineas) took their leave. As told, Thelma picked up the prescription on the way home. They were a little blunter with Gregory than Dr. Plumps had been. “Listen kid, you gots schizophrenia. You gotta take this here medicine to make you not so bad during the day. I don’t want no more of that Phineas character. From now on, you best listen to only us ‘fore I slap you upside the head.” His mother warned as she raised her hand and demonstrated what she would do to him if he didn’t follow her instructions. “You’re gonna take these pills okay? They’ll make your symptoms more manageable. But you can only take two a day, you hear me? Only two. I can’t even tell you what will happen to your head if you take more and not taking them at all could be even worse.” Chet explained. “So take two now and then we’ll continue in the morning.” He placed the Risperdal pills on the counter and they left. A gleam of thought filled Gregory’s eyes as he stared at the bottle. “I’m not taking that stupid medication!” Gregory screamed “They can’t make me!” “Let’s have fun Gregory…take six of them!” Phineas pressured. “Come on, taking more just makes you forget about your parents. It makes you more carefree! It’s awesome!” “Awesome? But I don’t want to take any…” Gregory replied.

If you protest and refuse to take any pills, go to TIM’S SECOND LINK If you listen to Phineas and take 6 pills….go to WHITNEY’S SECOND LINK