7
" What the hell’s going on?” Rami demanded.
“They won’t let me go!” Flynn yelled. “Get them off me, Rami, get them off me!”
“Hold on, old chap. What on earth’s going on, Harry?”
Whispering voices. “Get off me!” Flynn raged.
More whispers. Then Rami’s hand on the back of his head, Rami’s face leaning down, wide-eyed, sweaty, a little out of breath.
“OK, listen mate. I’m going to ask them to get off you on one condition. That you sit up and only sit up, not stand. If you stand up then both Harry and I will knock you to the floor and we’ll have to start all over again.”
“Why?” Flynn yelled. “Why?”
“It’s for your own good. ... "
― Tabitha Suzuma , A Note of Madness (Flynn Laukonen, #1)
8
" OK, listen, this is what we’re going to do,” Rami said at last. “You’re going to come downstairs, get into the car with me and we’re going to drive back to Watford.”
Flynn lifted his head. “No!” he began to protest.
“Actually, Flynn, this is not open to discussion. If you won’t come back with me, I’ll have to take you to hospital.”
“I’m not going to hospital,” he said desperately. “You can’t make me! Just let go of me, just leave me alone”! He tried to pull away, but his arms felt weak.
“Flynn, if we call an ambulance, they’ll section you.”
“Why? They can’t do that! They can’t!”
“They can and they will because right now you’re a danger to yourself.”
Flynn put his forehead back on his knees and bit his thumb hard. He just wished he could go back in time to before the argument, before the dinner, before Rami’s phone call, before this morning’s practice. How could the events of one day have ended in this?
“Don’t call an ambulance,” he whispered.
“Are you going to come back to Watford with me?”
He nodded. Defeated. "
― Tabitha Suzuma , A Note of Madness (Flynn Laukonen, #1)
9
" If he kept on going, he could ruin it all. Tomorrow would never come… He turned from them both, went over to the window and flung it open.
The evening breeze felt cool on his face, the sky was made up of shades of inky blue, the branches tinged with silver in the moonlight. He couldn’t think any more, couldn’t be. All he could do was shout, hurt, destroy. He wanted only to break down this interminable life, this excruciating existence, and shut out all the pain…
As he swung his legs over the windowsill, he heard Jannah sream. "
― Tabitha Suzuma , A Note of Madness (Flynn Laukonen, #1)