Just a bunch of symptoms (Mi's side)

Just a bunch of symptoms
The intensity of the outside hit me hard. The natural sunlight poring through the window the smooth paint of the walls that where hard and cold like they should be was almost strange and I squinted like someone had just turned a light on first thing in the morning.

“How are you doing?” Emmet asked gently placing a hand on my shoulder as he stepped out of the ECA behind me. “I will take you down then your free.” He added pushing my almost reluctantly towards the stares. “Doctor Jordan want’s to see you in an hour. Jacob is going to go with you.”

I couldn’t get any words to answer him so I just followed silently down the stares my fingers gliding along the shiny varnish of the banister towards the main entrance hall where I glances over at the shabby chairs where I first sat as Jean did my induction. I had lost count how many days it had been since then but I guessed it must have been coming up the four month mark.
“I will be checking every 10 minutes OK.” Emmet said gently as he led me though the door into another corridor where the day room and dining room where.

“You no the deal by now you sty in here until after lunch then you can go where you want except Thursday Fridays and the weekends.”

It felt like I had never really stuck to that rule some crises or another always kept me out of the way of the downstairs in fact I was sure I was probably more used to the shiny white walls of the clinic then the communal rooms.

“I will be around if you need me. Come and find me or any one else will help you too OK you just need to ask them if you feel unsafe.”

I offered Emmet a smile before I turned away and walked into the day room where most people had seemed to have gathered doing there various things. I had no idea where I was going fit into all of this. I lacked any concentration to read. I was hardly social enough to play board games and I am sure I would brake the computer if I was aloud within a few yards of it. So I decided the best thing to do would be to sit down and be still hoping that maybe I would camouflage into the shabby sofas behind.

“Where the hell have you been now!” Summer suddenly shouted throwing her self down onto the sofa next to me making me jump half way up to meet the ceiling.
“I am starting to think you are just a part of my imagination.” She laughed speeding her self out across the sofa like a cat stretching.

“I have been in apple gates exclusive.” I said smiling as I watched Summer playfully potted at the dust moats that danced in the sunlight.

“That sucks! How did you get banged up in there? To happy? To sad? Just plane mad? Don’t worry I will probably end up there soon enough. Apparently these days I can’t just be in a good mood I have to be manic. They have me on 10 minute checks just to make sure I don’t jump out the window because I think I can fly.”

“So you think you can fly?” I asked playfully relaxing a bit against the sofas stretching my legs out across the floor.

“No I can’t fly. As I said I am not manic just in a good mood. The trouble is once you get a diagnoses you can never be anything but a bunch of symptoms. So I am not summer any more I am Bi polar girl and I can no longer be happy with out being manic apparently.