BrokeN' In Cyde
House Arrest
Coby’s POV
I found myself staring at the ceiling for hours after the guys left. Matt probably would have stayed all night if visiting hours didn’t end at 8:30pm. Plus after being in a coma for a week I really didn’t feel like sleeping all that much.
I closed my eyes wondering what I was going to do now, especially since I am stuck here for the next couple of months. The tour obviously had to be cancelled until I was ‘better’ and we would have to deal with all the disappointed fans. I just wish I didn’t have to be stuck in the hospital. It brings make unwanted, but never forgotten memories.
But I would have to suck it up until I could get my life back to where it needs to be. I know I need to move on from Bree, she wouldn’t have wanted me to end up like I am now, but for me it’s easier said than done. You have to have the will to move on, and I just don’t know if I have it yet.
Fast Forward 2 months
Two whole fucking months I was stuck in this God forsaken hospital being watched almost 24/7 only when I showered and used the bathroom did I get some privacy, and even those privileges were time restricted. I was watched while I ate, to make sure I ate enough, and if I didn’t I was pushed to eat a little more, and a little more until they were satisfied. Three big meals a day and snacks twice a day. I had gained almost 10 pounds by the time I was allowed to leave. I felt so fat.
The guys visited everyday in shifts so that I never had to be alone except for when I was sleeping. It was great because it kept my mind from wandering to unhappy things, and it was making me feel better. I was so ready to be out, and a few days later I finally go tmy wish.
Dr. Bishop handed me my release forms, and I signed with a smile on my face.
“Remember our deal, you have to stay with someone for the next few weeks. I am putting you on some anti-depressants and some sleep medication as well as some vitamins to keep your health in order, which you should take at the same time, and they should make you sleepy, and sleep all through the night.” Dr. Bishop said.
“Yea Yea I know. Matt told me that it was ok to stay with him until you give the ok.” I said not to enthusiastic about being cooped up all day everyday in Matt’s house for the next couple of weeks.
“Ok good. Don’t forget to just relax, and talk it out if you have any problems or concerns. Don’t keep your emotions bottled up, talk to people about what your thinking. It will help your process and Matt will be giving me weekly reports on how you are doing and I will make my decision from those, and when I think you are ready I will have Matt send you home.” He said sending me on my way to the front of the hospital to be picked up by Matt.
Not even 10 minutes later Matt pulled up in his escalade, but he wasn’t alone, much to my dismay. In the back was Johnny, Zacky, Brian, and Jimmy. I didn’t say anything as I grabbed a seat in the front as we took off towards my house so I could pack up some essentials for the next few weeks.
Matt’s POV
We pulled up to the front of Coby’s house and parked in the driveway. I had come by a few days ago to fix the door that I broke and clean up the house so it wasn’t a total mess when we came back. I had opened up the shades and fixed the A/C until so it wasn’t blasting cold. I threw away all the old food, but didn’t stock the fridge since he would be staying with me for a while. I vacuumed and dusted the entire house, so when he got back he could settle in without worry.
We sat in the living room just talking for a while before I headed upstairs with Coby to help him pack. Dr. Bishop had told me to try not to leave him alone for any long periods of time since he is still a little unstable, and we are not sure if he would still harm himself or not. He was still considered on suicide watch, and basically under house arrest since he wasn’t allowed to leave the house unless someone was with him.
We finished up upstairs and went to grab something quick to eat before heading back to my house. Jacoby was silent the entire time only muttering a small thank you after I helped him unpack in one of the guest rooms.
The guys and I had come up with a schedule so that he was always with someone during the day, and someone would check up on him every hour after he has gone to bed. It seemed excessive to some of the guys, but I know they are just as worried as I am about Jacoby. We just want to make sure he is safe and ok.
We had been back at my house for a while and he still hasn’t said a word. I was getting worried that he would stay like this the whole time he was here, and I really didn’t want to have to tell the Dr. about this stuff, since it would probably halt any progress he has already made.
“Hey Jacoby, what do you want for dinner?” I asked hoping to get some sort of response.
None, all he did was shrug his shoulders.
“Come on, just tell me what you want. I can make pretty much anything.” I said enthusiastically.
This time he just shook his head no. Now I was getting upset, his silence was starting to get on my nerves, there was no reason for this shit.
“Will you fucking quit it with the silent treatment already, seriously snap out of it this is crazy!” I yelled
Everyone including Jacoby went wide-eyed in shock at my sudden outburst.
“Sorry” He mumbled. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind.”
“Talk to us man, that’s what we are here for. You don’t have to keep whatever it is bottled up in that crazy head of yours. I said after I had finally calmed down.
“Fried chicken” He said. “That’s what I want for dinner.”
“Alright I can work with that.” I smiled then headed into the kitchen to start dinner.
After dinner he seemed to open up a bit more, joining in on some of the fireside conversations. It was probably only around 11pm when his head slowly tilted back against the headrest of the chair and his eyes closed soon after. Poor guy was probably exhausted, plus the meds he was on didn’t help much, but they should keep him asleep all night.
I shushed the guys and carried him up the stairs to his guest bedroom, taking off his shoes and pants, so he would be comfortable. I took note of time so that I could let Johnny know that he had to check up on him at around 12:45.
I just hope that he makes it through all of this in one piece, and that the Coby we had before all this shit, its still the Coby that comes out at the end of all of it. It was going to be a long couple of weeks, and I just pray that nothing goes wrong.
I found myself staring at the ceiling for hours after the guys left. Matt probably would have stayed all night if visiting hours didn’t end at 8:30pm. Plus after being in a coma for a week I really didn’t feel like sleeping all that much.
I closed my eyes wondering what I was going to do now, especially since I am stuck here for the next couple of months. The tour obviously had to be cancelled until I was ‘better’ and we would have to deal with all the disappointed fans. I just wish I didn’t have to be stuck in the hospital. It brings make unwanted, but never forgotten memories.
But I would have to suck it up until I could get my life back to where it needs to be. I know I need to move on from Bree, she wouldn’t have wanted me to end up like I am now, but for me it’s easier said than done. You have to have the will to move on, and I just don’t know if I have it yet.
Fast Forward 2 months
Two whole fucking months I was stuck in this God forsaken hospital being watched almost 24/7 only when I showered and used the bathroom did I get some privacy, and even those privileges were time restricted. I was watched while I ate, to make sure I ate enough, and if I didn’t I was pushed to eat a little more, and a little more until they were satisfied. Three big meals a day and snacks twice a day. I had gained almost 10 pounds by the time I was allowed to leave. I felt so fat.
The guys visited everyday in shifts so that I never had to be alone except for when I was sleeping. It was great because it kept my mind from wandering to unhappy things, and it was making me feel better. I was so ready to be out, and a few days later I finally go tmy wish.
Dr. Bishop handed me my release forms, and I signed with a smile on my face.
“Remember our deal, you have to stay with someone for the next few weeks. I am putting you on some anti-depressants and some sleep medication as well as some vitamins to keep your health in order, which you should take at the same time, and they should make you sleepy, and sleep all through the night.” Dr. Bishop said.
“Yea Yea I know. Matt told me that it was ok to stay with him until you give the ok.” I said not to enthusiastic about being cooped up all day everyday in Matt’s house for the next couple of weeks.
“Ok good. Don’t forget to just relax, and talk it out if you have any problems or concerns. Don’t keep your emotions bottled up, talk to people about what your thinking. It will help your process and Matt will be giving me weekly reports on how you are doing and I will make my decision from those, and when I think you are ready I will have Matt send you home.” He said sending me on my way to the front of the hospital to be picked up by Matt.
Not even 10 minutes later Matt pulled up in his escalade, but he wasn’t alone, much to my dismay. In the back was Johnny, Zacky, Brian, and Jimmy. I didn’t say anything as I grabbed a seat in the front as we took off towards my house so I could pack up some essentials for the next few weeks.
Matt’s POV
We pulled up to the front of Coby’s house and parked in the driveway. I had come by a few days ago to fix the door that I broke and clean up the house so it wasn’t a total mess when we came back. I had opened up the shades and fixed the A/C until so it wasn’t blasting cold. I threw away all the old food, but didn’t stock the fridge since he would be staying with me for a while. I vacuumed and dusted the entire house, so when he got back he could settle in without worry.
We sat in the living room just talking for a while before I headed upstairs with Coby to help him pack. Dr. Bishop had told me to try not to leave him alone for any long periods of time since he is still a little unstable, and we are not sure if he would still harm himself or not. He was still considered on suicide watch, and basically under house arrest since he wasn’t allowed to leave the house unless someone was with him.
We finished up upstairs and went to grab something quick to eat before heading back to my house. Jacoby was silent the entire time only muttering a small thank you after I helped him unpack in one of the guest rooms.
The guys and I had come up with a schedule so that he was always with someone during the day, and someone would check up on him every hour after he has gone to bed. It seemed excessive to some of the guys, but I know they are just as worried as I am about Jacoby. We just want to make sure he is safe and ok.
We had been back at my house for a while and he still hasn’t said a word. I was getting worried that he would stay like this the whole time he was here, and I really didn’t want to have to tell the Dr. about this stuff, since it would probably halt any progress he has already made.
“Hey Jacoby, what do you want for dinner?” I asked hoping to get some sort of response.
None, all he did was shrug his shoulders.
“Come on, just tell me what you want. I can make pretty much anything.” I said enthusiastically.
This time he just shook his head no. Now I was getting upset, his silence was starting to get on my nerves, there was no reason for this shit.
“Will you fucking quit it with the silent treatment already, seriously snap out of it this is crazy!” I yelled
Everyone including Jacoby went wide-eyed in shock at my sudden outburst.
“Sorry” He mumbled. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind.”
“Talk to us man, that’s what we are here for. You don’t have to keep whatever it is bottled up in that crazy head of yours. I said after I had finally calmed down.
“Fried chicken” He said. “That’s what I want for dinner.”
“Alright I can work with that.” I smiled then headed into the kitchen to start dinner.
After dinner he seemed to open up a bit more, joining in on some of the fireside conversations. It was probably only around 11pm when his head slowly tilted back against the headrest of the chair and his eyes closed soon after. Poor guy was probably exhausted, plus the meds he was on didn’t help much, but they should keep him asleep all night.
I shushed the guys and carried him up the stairs to his guest bedroom, taking off his shoes and pants, so he would be comfortable. I took note of time so that I could let Johnny know that he had to check up on him at around 12:45.
I just hope that he makes it through all of this in one piece, and that the Coby we had before all this shit, its still the Coby that comes out at the end of all of it. It was going to be a long couple of weeks, and I just pray that nothing goes wrong.
11/18/13